( there's an answering tug at the corner of his mouth, a rueful smile. the offer sparks another flickering echo of sense-memory: the taste of the liquor he'd brought, that pleasant burn on his lips and hers, and how that last particular night-cap had gone. but that's a different night for a different mood. something about tonight was— quieter. more comfortable. not buzzing with that electric energy of the unknown, of taking a gamble and stepping out over an empty cliff together. )
Maybe a glass of water? It's important to stay hydrated, ( he jokes. and that is not, actually, a HYDRA pun, no matter how it might sound.
mostly, it's a lifeline. granting her an excuse to bustle around and have something to do with her hands, while bucky shuts and locks the door behind them, toes his way out of his boots, tosses his jacket back on the kitchen bench— starting to find a routine, here, in her place. )
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Maybe a glass of water? It's important to stay hydrated, ( he jokes. and that is not, actually, a HYDRA pun, no matter how it might sound.
mostly, it's a lifeline. granting her an excuse to bustle around and have something to do with her hands, while bucky shuts and locks the door behind them, toes his way out of his boots, tosses his jacket back on the kitchen bench— starting to find a routine, here, in her place. )