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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*menacing cackling* enjoy, besties. Please remember to vote and comment!!
Also, Bucky's Percy Shelley rant is directly inspired by my husband's who was an English and a Classics major. I took notes during a rant, so if you have beef take it up with a man who is WAY better at arguing than me, and best of luck to you 🥰
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Sam asks as he and Bucky sit in a coffee shop near the book store. "I think I had something insane in my ear— you're going to fake being her boyfriend?!"
"That's correct," Bucky murmurs.
He needed to talk to Sam today, after he went home, showered, again and changed. Bucky is waiting until Nora is off work so that they can go grocery shopping. Nora insisted on paying for half of it, even though she's done enough around the house to help him up. She's doing the dishes, sweeping the floors, and even doing Bucky's laundry for him. She feels guilty for encroaching on his space, but Bucky wouldn't want anyone else in his apartment right now.
"For two weeks?!" Sam exclaims.
"Your listening skills are top notch, Sammy."
"In Paris?!" Sam squeaks, his eyes wide.
Bucky flashes him finger guns and takes a sip of his latte. It doesn't taste as good as the ones that Nora makes him at home. She puts some kind of lavender syrup in them that's addicting. Bucky could go through ten of them in a day if he really wanted to. Nora told him to ease up, and that even super soldiers need to be aware of the dangers of consuming too much coffee.
"Yeah. We're friends, we help each other."
"No, you're in love with her, and it sounds like she might have feelings for you too."
"She doesn't," Bucky replies.
Sam leans back and crosses his arms over his chest.
"I might send you a postcard while you're there," he says with a smirk. "Why don't you give me the state of denial you're living in instead of the address to the hotel?"
Bucky stares at him and blinks, his mouth set in a firm line.
"You're hilarious," he retorts in a wry, humourless tone.
"Thank you," Sam chirps. "You know this is a terrible idea, right?"
Bucky puts his head in his hands.
"Sammy, you don't get it—"
"I think I do. I think I understand perfectly."
"No, you don't. She's got this weird relationship with her family, and they're always on her case about her moving on from her husband."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa— What husband? What did he do to her?"
Bucky smiles. Even Sam is protective of Nora and he's only met her once.
