Bucky's POV:
We finished eating, and I cleaned up the table. She tried to help but I wouldn't let her.
Olivia: "Bucky! Why won't you let me help!"
Bucky: "because...you have spent so much time taking care of me...now, let me take care of you".
I wouldn't let her lift a finger. I poured her another glass of wine and a whiskey for me, and sat across the table from her.
Olivia: "so Bucky....I um....I have some questions..."
Bucky: "Of course. I imagine you would. Please...ask anything. I want to be an open book for you"
Olivia: "so...you aren't like 35 then are you?"
Bucky: "No, I'm not"
Olivia: "ok, older guy. I dig it."
Bucky: "Next question?"
Olivia: "Favorite Movie?"
I'm surprised, I thought she would stick more to the whole super soldier thing.
Bucky: "Ace Ventura "
She loses it and almost falls out of her seat.
Olivia: "NOOOO! SHUT UP!!!" She's basically on the floor at this point.
Bucky: "Don't judge me! You...go...what's yours?"
Olivia gets back up to her seat, and replies, "Boondocks Saints"
Bucky: "Never heard of it"
Olivia: "EWWW! Uncultured ass!"
Bucky: "Yea yea...I guess you will just have to show it to me".
Olivia: "Im judging you right now, James" she said as she shook her head at me. "Cult classic, man!"
Bucky: "My turn, favorite song?"
Olivia: "Try a little tenderness"
Bucky: "Otis Redding, nice choice."
Olivia: "Wow...you know it?"
Bucky: "Liv.....I may be 100 but I'm not dead"
Olivia: "100???"
Bucky: "Yes...I was born in 1917"
Olivia: "Ohhhh no....Senior Citizen" she cackled...full on cackled.
Bucky: "...ouch..." I laughed
Olivia: "IM THE FUCKING CRYPT KEEPER!!"
We both start laughing so fucking hard it hurts. And her laugh is a gorgeous sound. I have never seen her like this. She's crying she's laughing so hard.
Olivia: "oh god, ok Cmon old man" she said as she got up and walked over to the couch. "Let me introduce you to the Saints"
I got up and started walking in her direction.
Bucky: "did you just call me old??"
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Olivia's POV:
Bucky started a fire, and we cuddled under a blanket while we watched the movie. He kept trying to put his metal arm on the back of the couch away from me, but I kept pulling it back around me, hugging it into me.
Bucky: "liv...you don't have to do that. I'm sure it isn't comfortable"
Olivia: "Shhhh...it's mine now" I whispered
I feel Bucky laugh behind me and reply "I mean...it's MY arm but.."
Olivia: "it's cold...and it hums...it's oddly...soothing..." I reply as I hug it tighter.
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Saving Bucky
Fanfiction⚠️ 18+ only, under 18, DNI⚠️ Bucky POV: I escaped Hydra 1 year ago, and have been on the run from S.H.E.I.L.D. ever since. I've managed to fly under the radar this long, stayed to myself. It was easier this way. I have done so much damage, hurt too...
