( they're nosing up along the edge of that boundary again. her last question feels warm, teasing, and he has to wonder if he's imagining that touch of flirtation; if his instincts are so long-rusted that he's seeing things that aren't there, or if he's reading this correctly. he hesitates for a moment, phone sitting on his chest and foot restlessly bouncing against the floor, before he goes ahead and commits.
because. why not. carpe diem, right? )
cute strawberry-blonde. working knowledge of the best dive bars in nyc. believes the pen is mightier than the sword.
and you can call me bucky, karen.
( it's a meaningful distinction, a piece of permission that matters, granting that intimacy. he still grouches about even sam not having earned the nickname yet, and they've fought by each others' sides over and over (although, really, he doth protest too much; the other man's earned it, even if bucky doesn't like to admit it). )
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because. why not. carpe diem, right? )
cute strawberry-blonde. working knowledge of the best dive bars in nyc. believes the pen is mightier than the sword.
and you can call me bucky, karen.
( it's a meaningful distinction, a piece of permission that matters, granting that intimacy. he still grouches about even sam not having earned the nickname yet, and they've fought by each others' sides over and over (although, really, he doth protest too much; the other man's earned it, even if bucky doesn't like to admit it). )