He wasn't going to tell her that he had to request the aid of someone to help him with what to wear. Going on a date back in the '40s wasn't much different, all in all. But being out of the game for nearly eighty years meant learning about what had changed and fashion was definitely something that had changed.
Bucky gets up and grins, shaking his head. Yes, his cheeks might be a little pink after the compliment he was paid.
"It was a toss-up between this and wearing an argyle sweater with suspenders. You're welcome." he shoots back playfully, waiting for her to sit. Daisy will no doubt be able to tell the kind of gentleman he was back then.
"And look at you..." Bucky looks her over. "You look amazing."
During the time they've worked together, Daisy has gotten a pretty good idea of the type of man Bucky Barnes is. He's been through more pain than anyone should ever have to endure, yet he's still a genuinely good man. She's seen him help people without hesitation, in big ways and small, and there are little gestures here and there that hint at the time he'd grown up in. Having been to both the 1930s and 1950s, she thinks it's clear that he picked up the better parts of the era.
But even knowing that he's still a gentleman at heart, it sets something in her chest fluttering when he stands and waits for her to sit like that. And when he compliments her in return... Well, he's not the only one who's smiling and turning a subtle shade of pink.
"It must be the shower," she replies in her own playful tone, needing something to distract from how flustered she's suddenly feeling. "I should really try that more often. You know I'm usually a huge slob."
(She isn't, at least not in her appearance. Her room at the base, however...)
"It must be," he agrees, giving her a smirk and a nod. Once they are sitting, the server comes by with two wine glasses and a couple of menus as well as a wine list. He does his spiel of the specials and wanders off to give them time to decide.
Of course, it was a little easier when they were out on missions to talk and tease and banter away like the three of them did. That seems to come easier than this and within moments of his last words, he's already trying to figure out where to navigate the conversation.
"I hope you like Italian. I wasn't even sure what I liked and then... " Bucky slides a menu over and opens it up. "It's like the reservation made itself."
Fun fact: This is the first actual date that Daisy Johnson has ever been on. If you didn't count celebratory 2am burgers after a 12-hour hacking session, which had ended in copious amounts of alcohol and some questionable decisions. This is the complete opposite of that, and she can't help but be a bit nervous.
Which is ridiculous. She's faced aliens and killer robots and the end of the world, but sitting in a nice restaurant with a nice guy is what makes her nervous? Get it together, Johnson.
"Just like magic," she comments with a knowing smile. Who knew the new Captain America liked to play matchmaker. "But I do like Italian, yes. A lot. I'm not a picky eater in general, but it's up there on my favorites list."
She picks up the wine list and gives it a comical grimace before exchanging it for a menu. "I will admit that I have no idea what to do with that, though."
Bucky laughs, only slightly awkward. He's pretty sure she knows, but the fact she's not saying anything and is seemingly okay with it, puts him a little more at ease.
"Yeah," he looks at the drink menu. "I guess we're going to be the only ones in here drinking something different. Beer?"
It's getting easier. The atmosphere is helping but Daisy is making things relaxed and normal and without that, he's pretty sure he would have botched the whole thing and took off without a word.
If it had been anyone else behind this arrangement, she might have minded. Daisy is very particular about being in control of her own life. Sam, though — he's a friend, an unexpectedly good one, and that changes everything.
"Oh god yes," she answers with a relieved laugh, glad they won't be bumbling their way through trying to choose a 'proper' wine. "Beer is much more my speed."
She's quiet for a moment, her mind whirring a mile a minute as she tries to settle on a topic, before she finally lowers the menu she'd been pretending to study. "Cards on the table? This is the first date I've ever been on."
It's not something she'd specifically planned on sharing, but she's less worried about possibly being teased for her inexperience than she is concerned that he feels comfortable. He's had to adjust to so much that if she can help in even some small way, she will.
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Bucky gets up and grins, shaking his head. Yes, his cheeks might be a little pink after the compliment he was paid.
"It was a toss-up between this and wearing an argyle sweater with suspenders. You're welcome." he shoots back playfully, waiting for her to sit. Daisy will no doubt be able to tell the kind of gentleman he was back then.
"And look at you..." Bucky looks her over. "You look amazing."
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But even knowing that he's still a gentleman at heart, it sets something in her chest fluttering when he stands and waits for her to sit like that. And when he compliments her in return... Well, he's not the only one who's smiling and turning a subtle shade of pink.
"It must be the shower," she replies in her own playful tone, needing something to distract from how flustered she's suddenly feeling. "I should really try that more often. You know I'm usually a huge slob."
(She isn't, at least not in her appearance. Her room at the base, however...)
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Of course, it was a little easier when they were out on missions to talk and tease and banter away like the three of them did. That seems to come easier than this and within moments of his last words, he's already trying to figure out where to navigate the conversation.
"I hope you like Italian. I wasn't even sure what I liked and then... " Bucky slides a menu over and opens it up. "It's like the reservation made itself."
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Which is ridiculous. She's faced aliens and killer robots and the end of the world, but sitting in a nice restaurant with a nice guy is what makes her nervous? Get it together, Johnson.
"Just like magic," she comments with a knowing smile. Who knew the new Captain America liked to play matchmaker. "But I do like Italian, yes. A lot. I'm not a picky eater in general, but it's up there on my favorites list."
She picks up the wine list and gives it a comical grimace before exchanging it for a menu. "I will admit that I have no idea what to do with that, though."
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"Yeah," he looks at the drink menu. "I guess we're going to be the only ones in here drinking something different. Beer?"
It's getting easier. The atmosphere is helping but Daisy is making things relaxed and normal and without that, he's pretty sure he would have botched the whole thing and took off without a word.
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"Oh god yes," she answers with a relieved laugh, glad they won't be bumbling their way through trying to choose a 'proper' wine. "Beer is much more my speed."
She's quiet for a moment, her mind whirring a mile a minute as she tries to settle on a topic, before she finally lowers the menu she'd been pretending to study. "Cards on the table? This is the first date I've ever been on."
It's not something she'd specifically planned on sharing, but she's less worried about possibly being teased for her inexperience than she is concerned that he feels comfortable. He's had to adjust to so much that if she can help in even some small way, she will.