Appellations (Reader X Bucky)

As Friends

You had had a long week of chores, phone calls and replying to emails for your brother. This was just a few of the things you helped do around the tower when you weren't needed medically.
The day was now Saturday and you began to get ready for your date night with Matt, earlier in the week you had agreed to go to a new restaurant that had opened up downtown.

"Hey, can't wait to see you tonight," you text him.

You continued to get ready, finishing your hair and make up and putting on your outfit, an off the shoulder top, black high-waisted skinny ripped knee jeans and heeled combat boots. You finish the look off with a few accessories and you were done. It had been at least an hour after you had text him when you get a reply.

"Listen Babe I'm going to have to cancel tonight. I've got a potential client on the hook and I need to stay here and finalize things."

Your posture sinks as you read his message, "ugh great," you whisper to yourself.

You look at yourself in the mirror, "well it's a shame to take all this off now." You decide to keep your make up and outfit on and head downstairs.
You see Bucky laying on one of the sofas listening to music, his eyes closed with his hand tapping his chest.
You pour yourself a strong drink from the kitchen and sit on the chair near him. Without opening his eyes he talks, "where you off to tonight?" he moves one headphone off his ear to hear your reply.

"How did you?" you were about to ask how he knew it was you before he opened his eyes, but sometimes you forgot that he was a highly trained assassin.

You huff and take a sip of your drink, "no where, Matt bailed."

In one fluid movement Bucky sits up and removes his headphones completely, "but your still going out?" he says eyeing that you were still dressed up to go somewhere.

"Nah, it just can't be bothered taking everything off after it took me ages to do," you admit.

He pauses for a moment then asks, "then i'll take you out."

You nearly spit your drink back into your glass, "oh, uhm, I dunno," you stutter.

"I've seen how stressed you were this week, you deserve a break, let me take you out to dinner?"

You look at him for a moment thinking, would it be weird if he took you out to dinner when you should be with Matt?
As if he had just read your mind he adds, "as friends of course."

"Well it would be a waste just to sit here on a Saturday night, dressed up with nowhere to go. You got yourself a deal Barnes."

His face lit up like a kid on Christmas day, "give me 10 minutes," he says as he jogs off out the door.

You couldn't help but smile into your glass as you finish your drink, he looked so happy.

As promised 10 minutes later he walks into the living room in a tight black shirt, black pants and shoes. The top button of his shirt was undone revealing his muscular collar bone and the chain of his dog tags that were barely visible. You swallow hard as your heartbeat picks up it's pace, "damn."

Bucky notices your body language change even though it was only slight, but he kept that fact to himself, "so," he begins as he walks over to you as you stand from the sofa, "where do you want to go?"

"Uhm." His cologne was intoxicating. You mentally shake your head and thoughts from your brain and gain your composure, "let's go to Gramercy Tavern, they have really good food and a band playing tonight."

"Sounds good," he smiles.

You both head down to the garage.
"So which ride are we taking?" Bucky asks looking around at everyone's bikes and cars.

"Mine?" you ask more like a question than a statement.

"Want me to drive?" he asks.

You didn't answer but you toss your keys to him, he catches them mid air with ease.

Your car was a fully black Audi R8 Spyder, V10 performance quattro. Top of the range with all the mod cons with flare of Stark tech.

"This is a nice car," Bucky compliments as you both get in and start her up.

"Thank you," you say proudly, "I'm somewhat of a collector of cars," you say casually as you type in the coordinates of the bar your headed to.

"Really?" Bucky says surprised as he drives the car out of the garage and onto the relatively quiet New York street.

"Yeah the rest of them are upstate at the facility, there's too much traffic here to enjoy them properly and not enough room in the garage. I have a car from your era too, a baby blue 1945 MG TC Midget."

"Oh man, that's the car I wanted when I was a kid! I've got to see it! How do have one of those?"

"It was my dads."

Bucky pulls up and parks the car outside of the tavern killing the engine. He looked at you and said with caution in case it was a sore subject for you, "I saw your dad once at a Stark expo in 1943, he was unveiling a hover car."

You smirk at him and try to lighten the mood, "your age is definitely showing with that comment Barnes."

He gives a soft laugh and side smile.

"Come on let's get some food," you offer.