TW; mentions of r-word
"Steve, we've talked to over 50 people, it's been 5 hours, can we please go for lunch", Bucky almost whines at his boyfriend, yanking at his sleeve, mostly just hungry as they ate breakfast almost 8 hours ago. Steve had jumped them from their bed, tossing Bucky into the shower just after sunrise and sent them on their way to Queens by 7 in the morning. Bucky couldn't stop pouting for the first few hours.
Steve rolls his eyes, "I know you're hungry Bucky, but we're on a mission", he replies, a few steps ahead. An opening; Bucky sneaks behind Steve, wrapping his arms around the soldier, resting his head on Steve's shoulder. "I know Stevie, and I know we're doing this for Peter. But we haven't eaten anything since this morning, and he wouldn't approve of that", he lays on the guilt and the sugar, grabbing his puppy dog eyes out of his bag of tricks, and god did it work.
Melting a little into the embrace, always enjoying Bucky's company, Steve buckles. "I know Buck, but this is still a mission, and we gotta do our best if we want to have a chance to convince Fury. We can't just slack off because you wanna take me out on a date". His arguments were partly for himself, his resolve dissolving under the warmth of Bucky's arms. He wasn't thinking. Bucky frowns at Steve's wording, he knows the derision was unintended but it still stung. Steve took note, immediate regret washing through him, "Wait- No. I'm sorry Buck, that's not what I meant. I was just trying to say that everyone else is out looking, and this is serious, I never meant-".
"Shhhh", Bucky presses a finger to Steve's lips, holding it in place to keep him quiet, "I know what you meant Steve, and you know I could never stay mad at you", Bucky slides his finger into Steve's mouth, getting a quick feel before Steve spits it out. "Bucky!". He giggles, "What?", as Steve spits on the ground. "Oh calm down you drama queen".
Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky, mumbling a soft, "I'm not a drama queen", under his breath, Buck just catching it making his smirk grow. "And let's not pretend like they aren't slacking either, Scott and Clint definitely went for lunch, Bruce and Thor definitely took some time to themselves, and you saw Wanda and Vision on the bus, they're absolutely turning this mission into a date". Bucky's argument catches Steve, not really able to deny his allegations, Steve knows the pairs too well. "But-".
"Just one hour", Bucky cuts him off, arguing his case, "Just something quick to eat. We can go to a local bar and ask around there about Spider-Man, it would be more effective than trying to stop people on the streets just to be turned down 60% of the time". Was Bucky also fishing for a date? Naturally. Steve thinks it over, Bucky's adorable pout pressuring him to cede. "Fine, but one hour. Then after we're done we come back and ask around for a couple more". Cheering, "It's a date!", Bucky pecks Steve on the cheek, the Captain rolling his eyes at the comment and blushing at the kiss as Bucky pulls him into the first locale the soldier likes.
Walking through the doors, they enter a quaint bar in downtown flushing. Booths adorning 3 walls in a U-shape, the bar on the remaining wall, tables scattered in the middle. One corner open to a pseudo gaming area, with Pool, Air hockey and a couple other arcade machines. On the walls above the booths, various sports memorabilia, celebrity photos, the usual decor. On the bar's side shelves full of drinks or glasses, most intriguing to the pair however is the large, framed and signed picture of Spider-Man right in the centre of said wall.
"Is that?", Bucky asks Steve, both intrigued by the picture. "Looks like we're back on the job Buck", Steve replies, his boyfriend sighing frustratedly at him. Steve walks up to the counter, up to where a young bartender with olive skin and long curtly hair tied back into a bun, a black shirt and jeans underneath a dark grey apron, back to the room. "What'll be?", They ask not even turning around.
Took them by surprise. "Oh, umm, Hi", Steve stutters, not expecting them noticing him first, to notice him without having to glance. "We were hoping if we could ask you a couple of questions Ma'am", he asks. From behind Bucky can see them roll their eyes, turning around to address the pair. "It's Mx, please".
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