Two Worlds Collide || Bucky Barnes Mafia

Chapter 4: Dinner and Conversations

(WARNING: Language)

Brianna watches as the trees speed pass, the large silver moon bathing light through them, casting shadows over her skin as Bucky drives. Thought plague her mind. How different was her life going to be now? Would she ever see Clint again? Natasha? Bruce? Her father? Did she even want to see him again, after all the shit he pulled? It didn't matter if he has essentially traded her to settle an old debt., or the fact that he said he couldn't look at her. Brianna still loved him, even if he didn't love her back.

Bucky pulls her from her thoughts by placing a hand on her knee. "What's on your mind, darling?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

Brianna shakes her head, letting out a soft sigh. "Nothing," she pauses. "It isn't important."

He squeezes her knee gently, looking at her briefly, before turning his attention back to the road. "There's obviously something on you mind baby, what's wrong?"

Again, Brianna shakes her head. "It's nothing, I don't want to talk about it."

Bucky gives her a curt nod, staying quiet. The two sit in silence for a few minutes, until Bucky pulls into a parking lot. He hops out of the car and walks around to Bri's door, opening it. He stretches out his hand, Bri places her hand in his, muttering a 'thanks' as she hops out. "What are we doing here, Bucky?"

"We're about to eat, obviously."

Brianna rolls her eyes, looking at him with an unimpressed expression.

"Brianna, what have I said about rolling your eyes? If you, do it one more time, I'm gonna punish you. Do you understand me?"

Brianna glares at him, folding her arms across her chest. "In your dreams, James," she spits, before turning on her heels and climbing the stairs.

Bucky lets out a audible frustrated sigh and follows her inside the restaurant. "Ah, Mr. Barnes, it's good to see you again," A man speaks, walking over, outstretching a hand to Bucky.

He had grey thinning hair, black wide rimmed glasses, and a neat and tidy grey beard. He wore a plain Tom Ford black 3-piece suit, with a red pocket square.

"It's nice to see you too, Carson." Bucky replies, shaking Carson's outstretched hand.

"Follow me," Carson responses. "I have a private table waiting for you on the terrace."

Bucky smiles, placing a hand on Brianna's lower back, guiding her past tables of other patrons.

A few moments later, they reach the private table, out on the terrace. Brianna stops for a moment, breathing in the cool, salty sea air, before taking a seat on the chair Bucky had pulled out for her. He pushed her in with ease and took a seat himself opposite her, giving her a smile. Bri gives him a tiny smile back, before turning her attention to the menu in her hands. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, a young woman, maybe a few years older than Brianna, walked up to the table. "Hi, I'm Tonya and I'll be your server for tonight. Can I get you anything while you look over the menu?" She asks, giving Bucky a seductive smile.

Brianna notices and looks up at her, a noticeable glare on her face. She hated her already. Bucky glances at the menu briefly, before returning his attention back to the young woman. "Yes, can I get a bottle of your 2002 Louis Roederer Cristal Orfevres Limited Edition, please?"

"Of course, Mr. Barnes. Anything else?" Tonya inquires, writing the request down on her notepad.

He looks over at Brianna, waiting for her to answer. Brianna stares at Tonya, tilting her head slightly to the left. "No," she mocks. "Just the wine, for the moment, thanks."