[Not that anything in his life is something other than unusual, being around his teammates is one of the weirdest sensations yet: it's a lot like being the new kid in school, but everyone has the power to level a city block or stop a Sherman tank in its tracks. Oh, and he's transferring in from juvenile hall instead of a school across town. But most of them seem willing to give him a chance, Wanda in particular, which is why he jumped (as casually as he could manage) at the chance to get to know her better.
He answers his door and manages a smile once he sees hers. It's infectious, and even he knows he could use it.]
Absolutely.
[His room is neat and spartan, and there's an unopened bottle of Patron on his desk.]
[ His room is much more utilitarian than hers. She wonders if that is just his style or if he just hasn't found the style he wants yet. Wanda had struggled with it too, at first, pulling apart the seams of who she wanted to be without Sokovia, without Pietro. Now, the space she calls her own is cluttered but full of bright and pretty things. She loves it. And one day she hopes he will find something like that.
For now the salt and the limes go flying their way to his desk, Wanda's gaze open and curious but not too piercing as she steps inside. ]
Thank you for agreeing to keep me company.
No problem. I'm seeing it in six hours so it'll be all good soon :)
[The truth is that all he's had to himself for decades is the inside of his capsule, so the idea of decorating is still a little daunting. Steve did find an old Howling Commandos picture, though, and that's sitting on the desk near where Wanda floats the garnishes.]
I should thank you. Most everybody else seems to not know what to make of me.
[Bucky pulls over his desk chair and offers it to her, even now a little taken aback by the fact that Wanda is floating around his room.]
[ She lets herself take the seat, her feet finally hitting the floor. Wanda still doesn't sit in it properly though, instead drawing her legs up to cross them, the hem of her skirt falling over her knees. ]
It is hard, but you only have to show them the person underneath. [ She thinks he might understand her. They have both been weapons. They are both still people. ] If that fails, buy doughnuts.
[He tries not to glance at her legs when she folds herself into the chair, he really does, but there's still some old Bucky Barnes inside of him that can't help it. The look doesn't linger, though, he hopes.]
That's the trouble. I'm not sure what there is underneath.
[At her last words, he laughs. And to be honest, he's not sure exactly when the last time was he laughed so spontaneously.]
[ She sounds sure of it even if her voice is gentle. Wanda knows what it's like to be an experiment, to survive to see a new life and to not be sure what that means for the person they were. He will manage it, he is strong and he is loved. ]
It did. There is some truth to the key of a heart being the stomach. Tony likes ones with red and gold sprinkles.
[The truth is that he usually does drink from the bottle, but he just might come through this time. Bucky leans out of his chair and rummages through a desk drawer until he finds it: a single, thoroughly lame-looking Coney Island souvenir shot glass.] Ah-ha. We're in luck.
[ The minute she catches sight of the glass she smiles. Of course, Wanda has no idea of the significance it might have for the man holding it. But she's definitely heard someone else rant about it. ]
I have heard much about Coney Island. Do you know I have never been on a rollercoaster? [ The first time Steve had told her about them, Wanda had felt a pang in her heart. Pietro would have been a fan, she is sure. ]
[He gives her a slight smile, turning the glass over and over in his fingers. The smile on her face is bright and warm, things he can't help but find he wants more of.]
You should go sometime. The old ones like they have there are the best. You always feel like things are just on the edge of out of control, but in the most exciting way.
[Bucky sets the glass down next to the limes and salt and fills it with the clear liquid.]
[ She listens with rapt attention, her smile only growing. ] Then those are the ones I shall try first, when I go. [ Perhaps she can make it a team bonding thing.
Wanda leans forward a little on the seat, thoughtfulness crossing her face. ] You first. You can show me how.
[Nodding, he picks up the lime and the salt shaker, moving closer to Wanda and looking her over. It's not that he's never noticed how pretty she is, but the circumstances just seem to make him much more aware.]
As I understand, we use a little lime to get salt to stick somewhere on your skin, and then you hold it in your teeth. The other person licks off the salt, drinks the shot, then sucks the lime out of your mouth.
[A very complicated system, but he gets the point of it. Which leaves him holding a line wedge...]
[ It seems the most agreeable place to start. Part of her knows that the act of licking salt off a person's body isn't exactly innocent, but she thinks if he did not want to he would tell her. Besides, this is always in the terrible teen movies they keep foisting off on Wanda to give her cultural examples and so what else is she supposed to do with that knowledge?
Eagerly, she rises from the chair to hold out her arm for him. It's bare, save for the thin strap of her dress and her bracelets and so she turns her wrist to expose the underside of both forearm and bicep. ]
[He takes Wanda's arm and holds it closer, swiping the lime across it, right near the crook of her elbow. Bucky hands her the lime for her to hold it in her teeth, then shakes a little salt on her skin. It's a hell of a lot of work for one shot, he thinks, but maybe once it's done, he'll get the attraction.]
Ready?
[Standing up, Bucky drags his tongue over the spot, tasting just a hint of Wanda's own skin under the salt. He quickly grabs the shot glass, downs the liquor, then closes his mouth over the lime, his lips grazing Wanda's as he takes it from her.]
[ It's like a kiss, but not. Still, Wanda feels a zing of excitement go through her, her eyes a little wider and her lips parted as she looks at Bucky. ]
Well.
[ There's colour to her cheeks now, as well as the smile that creeps to life. ] Your turn. Where would you like it?
[The sour juice runs over his tongue and it's true, it really does finish the whole experience, but as he tosses it in the trash he's more focused on the tingle on his lips he got from Wanda's.]
Yeah.
[He rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, exposing a bicep. Bucky points to it.]
[ She repeats the same motions that he did, preparing his arm with the line of juice and salt. It strikes her as a funny sort of game, the strange way when she licks his arm and downs the alcohol her stomach gives a swoop, how she can see his eyes up close when she takes the lime from him. It's bizarre, but not awful.
Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]
[He sees that little wrinkle and smiles. The taste sort of is an acquired one, and even he's not sure he exactly likes it as much as he enjoys the effects. Wanda's statement he gives some thought.]
I think the point is to get close to someone you don't necessarily know. That and the spot for the salt is usually a little more... suggestive?
[ See, that's where her mind was originally. But she wants to treat Bucky with a little more care than her ridiculous teen movie musings. ] We know each other. [ Not as much as she would think she knew Steve, but enough. ] And I have seen you in the gym. [ Now her eyes light up in amusement. She's teasing him and i's obvious. ] I am familiar with your abs.
[She's teasing him. She's teasing him and he likes it, because it means Wanda sees him as a person, maybe even as a friend she's comfortable enough with to do so. Even Steve walks on eggshells around his sometimes.
He gives her a look, though, that says plainly that he's up to any challenge, implicit or not.]
Okay, then since you're so familiar with my anatomy, let's even up the score.
[He fills the shot glass and reaches for another lime wedge and the salt shaker, waiting for Wanda's response.]
[ She laughs, her eyes flashing in amusement. Without breaking eye contact she starts loosening the strings at the neck of her dress, tugging them apart so there is more skin on show. The straps of it fall halfway down her arms. ]
Will this do?
[ Maybe it's a dangerous game to be playing, but Wanda cannot help herself. She has spent too much of her life being careful and quiet. Bucky never backs down and maybe she wants some of that too.
Taking the lime from him, she swipes it along the curve of her breast, a challenge in her face. ]
[He's been neither fool nor distracted enough to miss the fact that Wanda is a beautiful young woman, and he'd be lying if he denied letting his mind wander in her direction. But to have them skirting the edge of those thoughts was unexpected and thrilling.]
Nicely.
[He shakes the salt onto her skin and waits for Wanda to hold the lime. When he drags his tongue over her breast, he definitely covers more territory than the salt did. The tequila burns just right on its way down and when he takes the lime from her mouth, the contact of his lips lingers.]
[ She inhales and it's sharp and sudden, the electric feeling once more returning to shoot through her. When he takes the lime, Wanda can feel her lips tingling, her gaze locked on his face. ]
Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
[She's not the only one feeling the temperature in the room rising. Electricity is prickling all across Bucky's skin, something between them growing in intensity.
He pulls at his shirt to raise it, then stops. The hell with it, he thinks, and yanks the garment over his head. He takes another slice of lime and uses it to draw a wet line right up the center of his muscled stomach.]
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Def should mention at this point that I have not seen CW yet LOL
He answers his door and manages a smile once he sees hers. It's infectious, and even he knows he could use it.]
Absolutely.
[His room is neat and spartan, and there's an unopened bottle of Patron on his desk.]
... please ignore ... everything ... i am sorry.
For now the salt and the limes go flying their way to his desk, Wanda's gaze open and curious but not too piercing as she steps inside. ]
Thank you for agreeing to keep me company.
No problem. I'm seeing it in six hours so it'll be all good soon :)
[The truth is that all he's had to himself for decades is the inside of his capsule, so the idea of decorating is still a little daunting. Steve did find an old Howling Commandos picture, though, and that's sitting on the desk near where Wanda floats the garnishes.]
I should thank you. Most everybody else seems to not know what to make of me.
[Bucky pulls over his desk chair and offers it to her, even now a little taken aback by the fact that Wanda is floating around his room.]
did you enjoy it?
[ She lets herself take the seat, her feet finally hitting the floor. Wanda still doesn't sit in it properly though, instead drawing her legs up to cross them, the hem of her skirt falling over her knees. ]
It is hard, but you only have to show them the person underneath. [ She thinks he might understand her. They have both been weapons. They are both still people. ] If that fails, buy doughnuts.
I liked it. Imperfections, like most movies,
[He tries not to glance at her legs when she folds herself into the chair, he really does, but there's still some old Bucky Barnes inside of him that can't help it. The look doesn't linger, though, he hopes.]
That's the trouble. I'm not sure what there is underneath.
[At her last words, he laughs. And to be honest, he's not sure exactly when the last time was he laughed so spontaneously.]
Donuts, huh? Do they work that well for you?
yeah that's true. it was a good one though.
[ She sounds sure of it even if her voice is gentle. Wanda knows what it's like to be an experiment, to survive to see a new life and to not be sure what that means for the person they were. He will manage it, he is strong and he is loved. ]
It did. There is some truth to the key of a heart being the stomach. Tony likes ones with red and gold sprinkles.
For sure
Of course he does. They're probably named after him.
[Stark is still one of the hardest for him to wrap his head around. He's so like Howard, just... more. He shrugs, leaving Tony a mystery for later.]
Speaking of stomachs...
[He picks up the bottle and tilts it in her direction.] Still up for this?
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[ Although. ] We need glasses! [ They could probably drink it out of the bottle if pushed, but she's not sure. ] Shall I fetch them?
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I have heard much about Coney Island. Do you know I have never been on a rollercoaster? [ The first time Steve had told her about them, Wanda had felt a pang in her heart. Pietro would have been a fan, she is sure. ]
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[He gives her a slight smile, turning the glass over and over in his fingers. The smile on her face is bright and warm, things he can't help but find he wants more of.]
You should go sometime. The old ones like they have there are the best. You always feel like things are just on the edge of out of control, but in the most exciting way.
[Bucky sets the glass down next to the limes and salt and fills it with the clear liquid.]
Who's first?
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Wanda leans forward a little on the seat, thoughtfulness crossing her face. ] You first. You can show me how.
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[Nodding, he picks up the lime and the salt shaker, moving closer to Wanda and looking her over. It's not that he's never noticed how pretty she is, but the circumstances just seem to make him much more aware.]
As I understand, we use a little lime to get salt to stick somewhere on your skin, and then you hold it in your teeth. The other person licks off the salt, drinks the shot, then sucks the lime out of your mouth.
[A very complicated system, but he gets the point of it. Which leaves him holding a line wedge...]
Where do you want it?
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[ It seems the most agreeable place to start. Part of her knows that the act of licking salt off a person's body isn't exactly innocent, but she thinks if he did not want to he would tell her. Besides, this is always in the terrible teen movies they keep foisting off on Wanda to give her cultural examples and so what else is she supposed to do with that knowledge?
Eagerly, she rises from the chair to hold out her arm for him. It's bare, save for the thin strap of her dress and her bracelets and so she turns her wrist to expose the underside of both forearm and bicep. ]
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[He takes Wanda's arm and holds it closer, swiping the lime across it, right near the crook of her elbow. Bucky hands her the lime for her to hold it in her teeth, then shakes a little salt on her skin. It's a hell of a lot of work for one shot, he thinks, but maybe once it's done, he'll get the attraction.]
Ready?
[Standing up, Bucky drags his tongue over the spot, tasting just a hint of Wanda's own skin under the salt. He quickly grabs the shot glass, downs the liquor, then closes his mouth over the lime, his lips grazing Wanda's as he takes it from her.]
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Well.
[ There's colour to her cheeks now, as well as the smile that creeps to life. ] Your turn. Where would you like it?
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Yeah.
[He rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, exposing a bicep. Bucky points to it.]
Here?
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Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]
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[He sees that little wrinkle and smiles. The taste sort of is an acquired one, and even he's not sure he exactly likes it as much as he enjoys the effects. Wanda's statement he gives some thought.]
I think the point is to get close to someone you don't necessarily know. That and the spot for the salt is usually a little more... suggestive?
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[ See, that's where her mind was originally. But she wants to treat Bucky with a little more care than her ridiculous teen movie musings. ] We know each other. [ Not as much as she would think she knew Steve, but enough. ] And I have seen you in the gym. [ Now her eyes light up in amusement. She's teasing him and i's obvious. ] I am familiar with your abs.
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[She's teasing him. She's teasing him and he likes it, because it means Wanda sees him as a person, maybe even as a friend she's comfortable enough with to do so. Even Steve walks on eggshells around his sometimes.
He gives her a look, though, that says plainly that he's up to any challenge, implicit or not.]
Okay, then since you're so familiar with my anatomy, let's even up the score.
[He fills the shot glass and reaches for another lime wedge and the salt shaker, waiting for Wanda's response.]
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Will this do?
[ Maybe it's a dangerous game to be playing, but Wanda cannot help herself. She has spent too much of her life being careful and quiet. Bucky never backs down and maybe she wants some of that too.
Taking the lime from him, she swipes it along the curve of her breast, a challenge in her face. ]
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[He's been neither fool nor distracted enough to miss the fact that Wanda is a beautiful young woman, and he'd be lying if he denied letting his mind wander in her direction. But to have them skirting the edge of those thoughts was unexpected and thrilling.]
Nicely.
[He shakes the salt onto her skin and waits for Wanda to hold the lime. When he drags his tongue over her breast, he definitely covers more territory than the salt did. The tequila burns just right on its way down and when he takes the lime from her mouth, the contact of his lips lingers.]
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Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
Are you sure? I did mention abs originally.
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[She's not the only one feeling the temperature in the room rising. Electricity is prickling all across Bucky's skin, something between them growing in intensity.
He pulls at his shirt to raise it, then stops. The hell with it, he thinks, and yanks the garment over his head. He takes another slice of lime and uses it to draw a wet line right up the center of his muscled stomach.]
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Sorry for taking a while. The weekend crapped
i've just realised you are also the scott i'm tagging l m a o
Yeah, the sorry message kinda gave it away, huh. :)