[ Normally Buckyโs pretty punctual, since he doesnโt have much else going on, but he gets caught up in some subway delays and so he shows up last this time, coming at a brisk pace from the station. He sees the young womanโs silhouette down the street, her head tipped back, blue denim and long blonde hair. His heart instinctively catches and rises when he sees her, in a way he hasnโt felt in so very long for anyone; another time, another life, another version of him.
Maybe someday heโll have the balls to do something about it.
In the meantime: Bucky paces up, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, and bumps his shoulder companionably against Yelenaโs by way of hello. ]
Hey. Nice denim. [ A beat, and, ] Is this a good time to say Iโve only ever seen a couple episodes of Seinfeld?
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Maybe someday heโll have the balls to do something about it.
In the meantime: Bucky paces up, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, and bumps his shoulder companionably against Yelenaโs by way of hello. ]
Hey. Nice denim. [ A beat, and, ] Is this a good time to say Iโve only ever seen a couple episodes of Seinfeld?