"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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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.