whydouwantaname said: Steve and Bucky going to a fancy restaurant. Steve being worried that the Winter Soldier may appear if Bucky is angered somehow but he is all 30s/40s charme and all the people fall for him. All but Steve because Steve already fell for him 70 years ago! XD
You got more than I intended to give. Congrats. The prompt spoke to me…
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The entire experience was surreal from the lavish red-woven tapestries hung like curtains over the windowless walls to the polished and flaked marble tile. Steve had never been to a restaurant so high end, or any other building designed for the affluent for that matter. His family had never been anywhere near wealthy. The medical bills alone had made sure of that, let alone the loss of his mother. Living from paycheck to paycheck and scrounging for proper medications never allowed him to experience a five-star restaurant, which is exactly why Bucky had thought this a good idea. Despite the incredibly romantic gesture, the super-soldier found it hard to relax, feeling inadequate to be in such high company, even if a couple of men had stripped themselves of their jackets post entry.
James had grown up among one of the military camps, acting as a mascot for a long while. After he had decided to run away from the orphanage, he had been unofficially adopted by the camp’s warden and was paid a hefty allowance weekly. That is until he was considered working-age and said reward could be rightfully deemed his wage. As such, he always had plenty of dough lining his pockets to waste on the dames and had accompanied his ‘father’ to formal military galas and the like.
Bucky’s memory was spotty as best, flashes would sear their way before his eyes before he could fully comprehend. But he could remember a couple of these parties and he could remember his old friend.
Unfortunately, Steve also understood that he could remember the pain and torture associated with Hydra, associated with the colour red, and the deep crimsons in the decorum did nothing to set his mind at ease. Bucky, however was an intoxicating sight. His dark auburn hair was tied slightly off-kilter, framing the man’s neck on one side. It was odd to see him in a suit. He’d never worn anything but military uniforms to special events in his teens and early twenties. Looking at him now from across the white-clad table, Rogers knew that the dolls were missing out and felt special for being the only one to see Bucky like this, adorned in a sleek navy suit that hugged his figure in all the right ways. No longer hungry for just his food, his eyes traveled upward to meet those of his date, but were met instead with the disconcerting sight of a gleaming hand positioned over his eyes.
"You okay, Buck?" Steve lowered his menu, paying more attention to the situation at hand. A momentary silence passed before Bucky answered, hissing in a breath from the headache that was, no doubt, plaguing him.
"Yeah, no sweat…"
"You’re sure?" He assured, glancing around. The last thing either of them needed was another public episode. In a place like this, there would be no way to evacuate the civilians quickly enough. His mind began to burn through the locations of exits, the number of people in the room and everything else he had cataloged six different times since entering the room out of sheer nerves alone.
"I’m fine. I can get through this, just… Don’t go all Captain America on me." Bucky reluctantly uncovered his eyes to look at his date and attempted to feign a smile. "I just want you to have a good time."
"We can have a good time somewhere else," he suggested, just starting to stand from the table when Bucky’s fist came down on the table hard enough to produce an exceptionally audible thud. Steve immediately tensed, clenching his jaw subconsciously as he eased back into his chair.
"Why do you always do this," Barnes fumed quietly, turning his gaze to the napkin resting in his lap. "You have so much faith in everyone but me, even that share crop you’re always with." Rogers was caught dumbfounded by Bucky’s words. By no means was Natasha a harlot, but he was right about him.
The waitress came to take their orders and, upon both having received their entrees, the men ate their respective meals in relative silence. Bucky calmed down, Steve acclimated to the environment and soon enough they were commenting on each other’s choice of wardrobe rather than the incident only a few moments before.
"I’m just trying to look out for ya’," Steve pursued after a pause in their mutual ogling.
"I know, but that’s my job. It’s always been… Hasn’t it?” The last two words tore straight through his heart.
"Yeah, Buck, it is."