avengers imagines smut/fluff/angst

speak (bb)

a/n- translations are in italics

the date was going great. the guy, james or bucky he liked to be called, was my dream guy- sweet, humorous, deep and not to mention gorgeous. i felt like i'd known him for years, we could talk about anything. the food was delicious, the restaurant was beautiful. it was perfect. RING. RING. RING. "im so sorry" i gasped, staring at my phone screen. "its my father, can i take this? i'll be... three seconds, i swear" i asked. "go ahead, im not going anywhere" he grinned as i picked up the call.
"padre, estoy en una cita... no, yo no tengo novio... no, él no es español... deja de hacerme preguntas estoy ocupado... te amo, papá... adiós"
"dad, i'm on a date...no i don't have a boyfriend...no he's not latino...stop asking me questions i'm busy... i love you dad... goodbye"
i ended the call.
"tu padre suena muy aterrador"
"your dad sounds very scary!"
bucky laughed aloud, taking a sip of his wine.
"entonces entiendes español?"
"so you do understand spanish?"
i raised my eyebrow in surprise, an idea popping into my head.
"mon père ne fait pas peur, juste un homme fier et protecteur"
"my father isn't scary, just a proud and protective man"
i continued the conversation in french, almost teasing him.
"il a beaucoup à être fier, surtout sa belle fille"
"he has a lot to be proud of, including his beautiful daughter"
he replied. he spoke the french with a perfect accent, pronouncing ever word with ease. i sighed, thinking hard.
"você parece ser um homem muito inteligente, todos esses idiomas"
"you seem to be a very smart man, all these languages"
i winked at him and he beamed with pride.
"meu eu passado aprendeu muitas línguas, eu apenas não pareci esquecê-las"
"my past self learnt many languages, i just havent seemed to forget them"
his face changed as he spoke, portuguese this time, looking almost sullen, lost in memory.
"mama mea a iubit învățarea culturii, limba a venit cu ea"
"my mother loved learning of culture, the language came with it"
i really was testing him, romanian was hard. throughout my childhood, my mother had taught me to speak snippets of hundreds of languages. there were a few that i spoke fluently.
"romanian este una din limbile mele preferate. atat de frumos"
"romanian is one of my favourite languages. so beautiful"
he sighed, smiling once more.
"Watashi wa sore o sūhai suru. Nihon wa watashi ga mada mananda mottomo muzukashī gengodesu"
"i adore it. japanese is the hardest language i've learnt yet"
this was one of my last ideas, surely he couldn't speak japanese too?
"Watashi wa amarini mo karera no bunka no ai o kyōyū suru, Nihon wa utsukushīdesu"
"i too share a love of their culture, japan is beautiful"
i cursed. he really was my perfect man. one more try.
"fy nhymor olaf, yn sicr na allwch chi siarad Cymraeg hefyd?"
"my final trick, surely you cant speak welsh also?"
my words were followed by a silence.
"AHA! finally! something you cant speak! well my dear, i shall have to teach you!"
i winked at him. he held my hand across the table and kissed it softly.
"yes, fy hardd, i guess you shall"
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a/n
fy hardd- my beautiful in welsh

sorry if any of this is incorrect, i had to use google translate because im not bilingual.