[ It's strange to feel this happy. So much of Daisy's life has been full of pain and loss that if she stops to think about this warmth of emotion, it'll feel like some sort of surreal dream. Though, her dreams usually lean toward nightmares, so even that isn't an apt comparison. This is the stuff of pure fantasy, somehow more wildly incomprehensible than even the existence of aliens had been.
But it's real. This is her life. She's falling for a man who says "doo-dad" with a straight face and she wouldn't change that for anything in the world. ]
It does sound perfect, doesn't it? [ Her smile is radiant as she gives his right hand a gentle little squeeze. ] You're welcome.
[ A few moments pass and then she moves her hands to pat his knees, signaling that they need to get on with things or they might just sit there all night staring into each other's eyes or something equally lovestruck ridiculous. Which she wouldn't necessarily mind, but they can save that for another night. Tonight, they have other plans. ]
Okay, you pick where we order from. I'm good with anything except the super sketchy burger place down the block.
[ She might be willing to do just about anything for Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but even this superhero has her limits. ]
Wait, it’s sketchy? I’ve had some of the burgers and I think they’re fine. Then again, I could probably eat nuclear waste and survive.
[ Lead stomach, another one of the small benefits of that super-serum. But Bucky’s grinning, half-joking, and then slipping out of bed to go check the kitchen. There’s a stack of takeout menus stuck to the fridge with magnets; which still doesn’t bode well for his actual meal skills, he doesn’t do much cooking here, but it does make the place feel more lived-in. And particularly with Daisy’s additions, this sad apartment is starting to look and feel more like an actual home.
It’s good. It’s gonna be good. This time last year, he had nothing — but between Daisy and Sam and his stupid goddamned therapist, his life is slowly starting to settle into the semblance of something he doesn’t actually mind living. ]
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But it's real. This is her life. She's falling for a man who says "doo-dad" with a straight face and she wouldn't change that for anything in the world. ]
It does sound perfect, doesn't it? [ Her smile is radiant as she gives his right hand a gentle little squeeze. ] You're welcome.
[ A few moments pass and then she moves her hands to pat his knees, signaling that they need to get on with things or they might just sit there all night staring into each other's eyes or something equally lovestruck ridiculous. Which she wouldn't necessarily mind, but they can save that for another night. Tonight, they have other plans. ]
Okay, you pick where we order from. I'm good with anything except the super sketchy burger place down the block.
[ She might be willing to do just about anything for Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but even this superhero has her limits. ]
thaaaat’s a wrap
[ Lead stomach, another one of the small benefits of that super-serum. But Bucky’s grinning, half-joking, and then slipping out of bed to go check the kitchen. There’s a stack of takeout menus stuck to the fridge with magnets; which still doesn’t bode well for his actual meal skills, he doesn’t do much cooking here, but it does make the place feel more lived-in. And particularly with Daisy’s additions, this sad apartment is starting to look and feel more like an actual home.
It’s good. It’s gonna be good. This time last year, he had nothing — but between Daisy and Sam and his stupid goddamned therapist, his life is slowly starting to settle into the semblance of something he doesn’t actually mind living. ]