Isis Prince is your average everyday girl, she has a steady job as an assistant, for a big time modelling agency.
She doesn't draw attention to herself and is respectful of others, but her life before that was not something she liked to brag about...
Isis realized after three months that the old shirts of ex-boyfriends would not fit Bucky and he had already worn the four shirt he had to the point that if they were washed again they would become so thin that they would rip with the slightest tension.
Not to mention as an assistant to a modeling agency her will to continue looking at the same shirts were bothering her. So after breakfast that Sunday morning, she told him straight up, "Bucky," she said calling his name to get his attention from the new file she was able to find with her laptop, "Yes?" he answered confused to why she would sound so aggressive this early in the morning.
"I hate your clothing." his eyes widened a bit, when he could sense the upcoming torture he would have to endure. Shopping. With the new memories he could remember hating this type of excursion especially with girls, his sister Becca frightened him when she was told by their mother to take him to get something new when something old didn't fit.
Without any strength to hold back his whimper of fear, she stood from the kitchen table and strutted over to him and grabbed his hand in hers and pulled him to his feet and to the front door, where their coats hung and where her purse, keys and wallet sat.
Tugging on shoes and gloves for the end of winter chill and for the concealment of their bionic hands, the pair went down to the garage of the apartment building and climbed into the car that Isis had decided to purchase, when she realized it would cost less for her to get gas than to pay for bus fair for two people.
With all the saved up money from when she worked her years with HYDRA and the money from her job as an assistant she was able to get something she liked, it was flashy but she didn't really care, she liked the power it held and the speed it went when she really let it rip.
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(A/N: This is a 2017 dodge challenger SRT Demon, and I find it absolutely gorgeous.)
Bucky had helped her pick, they had walked down streets that had car dealerships and he had seen a brand that had interested him, and they went in on her notion to humor him, and he was hooked, and it was ironic that he would pick the demon model. Though she thought it was funny,
She didn't voice it to avoid the cold chill of painful memories. But now on their was to the closest shopping mall, they reveled in the easy driving, both not in the mood for the usual heavy traffic. Especially Bucky, he didn't want to spend any more time at the mall than he had to.
After about ten minutes and several songs on the radio, Isis made a mental note to go to a HMV for music from the 1940s for Bucky thinking maybe he's like that, instead of the drivel that played now and days. Parking near an entrance the pair walked in, Bucky had his hat pulled low, and Isis,
Walked close to him to give him a sense of familiarity in her presence over the hoards of early shoppers. Walking down the halls with shops on either side, she looked in the windows for something that would suit the man next to her, staring for basics in a Calvin Klein store.
