Bucky gets dragged to a speed dating event by Sam and Kate. He's exasperated and unimpressed by everyone he connects with, until he comes face to face with Nora, the owner of a book store. She's sweet, kind, and funny, but she's not interested in a...
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: A little bit of grumpy Bucky to start. We'll get to the softness, but I am a sucker for a grump with a big heart (and he IS a grouchy old man).
There's also some Anthony-isms in here for people. I have missed writing Sam so much!
No major content warnings. This doesn't really follow MCU canon, and I altered things as I saw fit. Remember to vote and comment!
Bucky loves Kate's apartment. It's cool here. She's got cool posters, art, her gear, little twinkly lights in the windows, and it always smells like vanilla from the candles she burns. It feels cozy.
Bucky has tried his best to make his apartment feel cozy, filling it with plants and big bookshelves, and a little white kitten he bought for ten bucks from a guy selling them on the sidewalk. Still, he's got a ways to go. Maybe he should get some little lights.
They usually meet at Kate's to discuss missions and go over plans. Bucky would never say it out loud, but it's become one of his favorite places. Mostly because of her dog, Lucky, who is sitting next to him, his paw rested on Bucky's thigh.
Bucky has to kind of pet him with his elbow because he's busy right now, chasing Kate through a barracks— or, at least, he thinks it's Kate. He's much better at this thing in real life. Kate growls beside him and elbows him in the ribs.
"Hey! No touching!" Bucky snaps.
"Then go around me, bro!"
"I'm sniping, Kate!" Bucky snaps. "You move! You're the medic, you're not even supposed to be in front!"
"I'm trying to get a med pack, you jack-off!" Kate snarls. "And you're standing in the way — and I was supposed to be the sniper!"
"I'm the better shot," Bucky fires back.
"That is not true! Ever shoot a trick arrow through a hole about thiiiiis big?" She asks as she holds up one hand and makes a small circle, turning to him and squinting through it. He grins and reaches out to try and poke her in the eye. She yelps and flinches, almost falling backward before she recovers.
Sam chuckles from the adjacent chair as he nurses a beer, his feet up on the coffee table. This isn't the Avengers that Tony Stark would have wanted, but right now, the three of them are New York's best defense against any and all things bad.
Well, them and the Spider-Kid. He does a lot of the surveillance that they can't do.
"No, I haven't - but one time I shot a Nazi's helmet right off of his head."
"Oh, yeah, good one," Kate chastises. "For an amateur."
"And then another one right through the back of his head when he turned around," Bucky finishes. "So, yeah, I'm pretty good, kiddo."
