Warrior

CHAPTER EIGHT

*A/N: I know I normally switch between Bucky and Nat each chapter but for this chapter I'm not*
BUCKY'S POV

Oh sweet holy hell. I have no clue what to wear on this date! I don't even know where we're going for dinner, Nat said she knows a place. Nat left about an hour and a half ago to go get ready.
For some reason, she didn't care that I hardly talked today, just like over the past few days. She stuck to yes or no questions throughout the day while we watched movies and played video games and had leftover pizza for lunch... well, what Dion didn't eat.
Dion... he might have something I can wear. I don't want to bother him but all I own is sweats, jeans and hoodies.
I quickly tidy up my clothes I had scattered throughout the room, shoving them in the dresser after deciding to fold them later. I leave my apartment in my boxers and singlet and take two steps to Dion's, knocking lightly on the door.
"Hey kid, what's up?" Dion answers the door, unfazed by my lack of clothing.
"I uh... I'm um," All of a sudden, I feel extremely shy, staring down at my feet and wringing my hands together. "Nat and I are going on a date... and I was wondering if I could borrow some clothes? I don't have anything nice to wear."
"Well, let's find you something for you to get that girl." Dion's grin is wide and cheeky, placing one of his massive hands on my shoulder and dragging me inside.
Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, I stand awkwardly in Dion's lounge while he rushes back and forth from his room with armful of clothes and a huge excited grin. Dion throws shirts and pants at me. I think he threw ties and belts as well, I'm not sure because it's all a blur.
When he's done bringing things through, he holds random things up to picture them on me before tossing them into one of two piles. I just fidget awkwardly on the spot, unsure what to do at this moment but I can't help but smile when I see his dorky grin from his excitement. He really is like my big brother.
"Go put on this," Dion tosses me a deep red button up shirt and black pants. "And this. If you need a belt, come grab one."
I duck into his bathroom and tug on the clothes. The pants are a few sizes too big but they aren't big enough to make me look dorky. The shirt fits just fine, though a little looser than what it should be but again, it's not too dorky looking on me. I leave the bathroom, trying not to trip over my feet with one hand holding the pants up.
The second Dion sees me, he tosses me a black leather belt. I thread it through, tuck my shirt into my pants but it feels as uncomfortable as the top button of the shirt being done up.
"Buck, stop fiddling," Dion grabs my shoulders but I instinctively flinch, so he lets go with an apologetic smile. "Things will be okay, okay? It's just Natasha."
Just the most gorgeous girl in the world. I think to myself but I don't say anything, I just nod.
"Okay, go finish getting ready," Dion's grin returns but he stops me when I reach the door. "You better tell Steve and I all about it."
With a nod, I scoot out of his apartment and go back to mine to put on my boots and leather jacket. Both look weird with what I'm wearing but I feel so much more confident and comfortable with them.
Just as I tuck my wallet, phone and keys into my pocket, there's a knock at the door. My palms feel sweaty and I feel a bit panicky but I take a deep breath, wipe my hands and open up the door.
My jaw drops slightly in awe, and I feel way under dressed. She's only in some faded blue skinny jeans, a nice red shirt with her normal light brown biker jacket. Her hair is done up in a side braid that I've never seen her do before but man, she suits the look. All I can really think about is how I should've brushed my shaggy hair because I'm looking subpar compared to her.
"Ready to go?" Nat's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I close my mouth with a nod.
"You looking stunning." The words just slip out of my mouth but it's the complete truth, she does.
"You look handsome too." Nat smiles softly at me as I lock my apartment. I shyly offer her my hand to hold, blushing when she does. "You're just a ball of shyness tonight, aren't you?"
"I've never been on a proper date before." I admit with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of my neck with my free hand.
"I'm surprised most of the girls at school aren't lining up to date you." Nat tells me, making me feel awkward.
"I've dated," I mutter, the panic building up once again as we walk down the stairs. "Just never been on a date. Most people I've been with never cared for the romantic side of things, I guess, and I always had to show my 'bad boy' side around people."
"But not me?" Nat looks up at me, her eyebrows raised in question but amusement in her eyes.
"No, not you," Man, all I want to do is kiss her but I refrain. I want this to be a proper date. Maybe we'll kiss afterwards. "You're different. In a good way. It's a little hard to explain."
"No, I get it," She squeezes my hand as we reach a car. "I'm driving tonight."
I chuckle because I know her father usually makes someone drive her everywhere but I'm glad tonight it's just us. Despite her driving, I still go around and open the door for her. She rolls her eyes but her smirk evident. After shutting her door behind her, I move back to the other side and climb in the sleek car.