[ even those old WWII dog tags are a perpetual reminder of how out-of-time he is, although bucky's not self-conscious about them — they're a comfort, a reassurance, one of the few physical tethers to the fact that he existed at all. if she reads the letters stamped on the metal, she'd see his name, service number, blood type— and then "r. barnes" and an indiana address. the sister he'd mentioned.
there's a brief perplexed look when yelena holds out her pinky, but then, amused, bucky reaches out. his other arm is still trapped under her, so it's a cool, cold vibranium finger that hooks around hers.
now, that, he is self-conscious about. but somehow it's easier with this little ritual as a reason for the touch. ]
Is the pinky promise to sweep you off your feet, or to tell each other when we suck at this?
[ he might not know much about dating, but he's pretty sure this isn't how it's normally supposed to go. but then again, this already feels like the only way he could have gone about this, and with someone like her. a bouquet of flowers to a bartender with a normal civilian life and normal civilian concerns wasn't gonna cut it. ]
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there's a brief perplexed look when yelena holds out her pinky, but then, amused, bucky reaches out. his other arm is still trapped under her, so it's a cool, cold vibranium finger that hooks around hers.
now, that, he is self-conscious about. but somehow it's easier with this little ritual as a reason for the touch. ]
Is the pinky promise to sweep you off your feet, or to tell each other when we suck at this?
[ he might not know much about dating, but he's pretty sure this isn't how it's normally supposed to go. but then again, this already feels like the only way he could have gone about this, and with someone like her. a bouquet of flowers to a bartender with a normal civilian life and normal civilian concerns wasn't gonna cut it. ]