[ As Bucky draws close enough and she turns and he can now see her face unobscured by the hoodie, his expression changes. The cautious optimism swept away in favour of immediate concern, his brows furrowing, face carved back into a frown. ]
What the hell, Daisy.
[ Said, perhaps, with more familiarity than he should— more abject fondness for her than he should— but yesterday had been a long night by the time they'd parted ways. She already knew far more about him than he'd intended to let slip on a first, blind date, and he knew more about her than she was likely prepared to give away either. It was a shortcut to suddenly caring more.
It was a shortcut leading from his head to his shoulder to his arm, his right hand reaching unthinkingly out to graze his gloved fingers gently (it's odd, how his touch can still be so gentle) across the bruised hollow of Daisy's cheek, the swollen skin of her black eye. Haphazard makeup can only do so much. He traces the evidence of an evening gone ugly, not putting pressure on the skin lest he press too hard and make it hurt. She looks like hell, and that's on top of learning she hasn't even slept yet. ]
You said you got home okay. What the fuck happened last night?
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What the hell, Daisy.
[ Said, perhaps, with more familiarity than he should— more abject fondness for her than he should— but yesterday had been a long night by the time they'd parted ways. She already knew far more about him than he'd intended to let slip on a first, blind date, and he knew more about her than she was likely prepared to give away either. It was a shortcut to suddenly caring more.
It was a shortcut leading from his head to his shoulder to his arm, his right hand reaching unthinkingly out to graze his gloved fingers gently (it's odd, how his touch can still be so gentle) across the bruised hollow of Daisy's cheek, the swollen skin of her black eye. Haphazard makeup can only do so much. He traces the evidence of an evening gone ugly, not putting pressure on the skin lest he press too hard and make it hurt. She looks like hell, and that's on top of learning she hasn't even slept yet. ]
You said you got home okay. What the fuck happened last night?