𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

11

Bucky Barnes.

What do people do on dates?

I haven't been on one for over 70 years. I wouldn't want to disappoint her by doing the cliche thing, to take her to a restaurant. That's what everyone does, I'm sure. I want this first date to be special, so I decide to do some research.

I take my phone out and click on Google. Is that even a word? The 21st century is so weird. What even is a google? That may just be the next thing I search up.

"Unique date ideas"

I type up slowly, and a whole bunch of links load up, overwhelming me. I scroll for about five minutes until I find one on a website called Buzzfeed. I didn't know that was a word either.

27 Uniuqe And Fun Date Ideas.

Well, this should be good.

I click on it and a shit ton of activities fill the screen up, making me squint. There's one that catches my eye though, a beach date. I didn't think it was all that 'Unique and Fun' but it was the better of all the other shitty choices. Like, 'Go To A Book Club' ? Who does that on a date? Maybe that's a 21 century thing that I don't know about.

I figure I could make the beach idea work. I could make it a little road trip and take her to Miami, filling the car up with all her favourite foods.

Note to self: Ask Natasha what Y/N's favourite food is.

Then once we get there, we could have some champagne (I know she likes that) and chill on the sand. That sounds relaxing, right? If she wanted to, we could even get in the water and have a swim around. Even though I don't exactly know how to swim.

I heard you could rent out tandem bikes by the pier, so we could do that too.

That sounds like an alright first date, right? I don't know, I'm drowning here. (No pun intended.) I just really hope she'll like this.

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The next morning, I wake up at around 7AM, and I figure now's a good time to start preparing. I get out of bed and make my way over to Natasha's bedroom, knocking on her door.

"Come in." Her voice says, and I open the door. She raises an eyebrow when she sees that it's me. "Bucky? What's up?"

"I need a huge favour." I say, closing the door and sitting on the edge of the bed. "What food does Y/N like?"

"Why?" She smirks.

Shit. I should've known she wouldnt give me this information without me admitting anything.

"I'm taking her on a date."

Her eyes light up and she squeals. I put my hand on her mouth in fear that anyone will hear her.

"Keep your voice down!" I hiss, removing my hand.

"Sorry." She winces. "So you do like her."

"Maybe." I roll my eyes. "Come on, Nat."

"Alright, alright. You can't go wrong with croissants, she loves that shit. Anything pastry would do."

"Pastry, got it. You wouldn't happen to know if she can ride a bike either?"

"No, she can't." Natasha laughs.

Damn it. I can still teach her though.

"Thanks." I get up and exhale.

"Why'd you get up at 7AM for this?" She chuckles.

"I wanted to get everything right. Perfection takes time."