True to her word, an hour later, Fiona is at the coffee shop, dressed fairly casual in a tank top and a pair of cut off shorts and it's only as she gets her coffee in hand she realizes she has no idea who she's meeting or if he's ready here.
She shrugs and takes a quick picture of herself and sends him a quick text:
So you know who you're lookin for.
She shrugs and sips at her coffee. Hopefully he's cute.
Looking at the picture, Bucky grinned, and then headed into the shop. He was wearing a jacket and glove, covering up his metal arm, and a white t-shirt and jeans under them. His cherry-red tennis shoes were vintage, and he grinned as he stepped in, looked around, then spotted her. Wow.
"Hello, miss?" He stuck out his other hand, grinning a shy grin. "Reporting for duty as requested."
Okay, well, he was a military man, even when he wasn't one.
She spins when he addresses her and grins as her eyes sweep over him. Hel-lo random texter. "Holy shit," she mutters, shaking her head and realizing that wasn't the best first thing to say. "Sorry, hi." She shakes his hand.
"Nice ta meetcha, Bucky." The smile she wears is wide and eager. How can a guy so sexy be so polite?! She's already impressed and whether that says something about her standards, her experiences, or both is debatable.
"Yeah, sure," she nods and goes over to one of the empty tables. "So, you're just here on, like, vacay, then?" Since he'd mentioned the fair before, it was an easy enough keep to make.
"Nah. I had some old friends who grew up here. Needed to come and see the sights." They were long dead, but he still honored them. Right now, though, he knew exactly what they would have said. Go for it.
"I do enjoy making a girl smile. Especially when her smiles light up the room like yours do." he loved her smile, and his own only grew as he turned it on her.
"Fair enough," She didn't see any reason to pry about it, so she didn't bother.
She shrugs, "I dunno," she laughs softly, ducking her head for a second before looking back up at him. "Kinda dumb, right? I don't have a lotta time for fun most days, unfortunately."
"Work at least two jobs, take care of my five younger siblings, make sure my batshit schemer alcoholic father isn't doing somethin' too stupid for the day...take your pick. Not much time life in my day by the time I get home." And that's just the normal day to day, add in the insanity that any of her siblings may be getting up to at any given time and it gets real nuts. "Luckily, most of the kids are mostly self-sufficient at this point. Only got Liam who's a tiny now."
Bucky soundlessly whistled. "How the heck did you manage to get out here today? How did I get this lucky?" That last part slipped out when he didn't mean to, making his cheeks tinge a little pink.
"It's amazing that you do all of that. Ma was like that. She tended to do all the things, all the time, back in Brooklyn."
Bucky leaned forward and captured one of her hands. "I admire someone who can keep it together like that."
"I dropped all the responsibility on the second oldest." She says with a wicked grin. Lip was gonna hate her later, but she didn't care. She deserved some time for herself, goddammit.
She shrugs a little, "I dunno if I'd say I'm all that together. I'm pretty much a mess, all the time."
Bucky laughed, and then grinned at her. "Good on you."
"Who isn't, really?" He nodded, thumb stroking the back of the hand he was holding.
"We're all of us big fakers, trying to balance everything and outrun the moment it all falls down, or at least find some place, or someone, comfortable to fall down at or with."
Her eyes drop, for the briefest of seconds, to his thumb running along her hand before darting back up to him. What he says makes...so much sense to her because it's kind of how she lives her entire fuckin' life, always outrunning the next Gallagher Explosion and trying to predict which direction it'll come from.
She gives him another big grin, "You gotta real good way with words, anybody ever tell ya that?"
"Me? Nah. I just know what I like. And what my life is like. I've been a soldier for forever, and between growing up in crazy times, and that, it all just kind of makes sense." He smiles that she understands, and agrees, and he smiles that she doesn't seem to mind what he is doing with his thumb.
"So, what brings you out to talk to random silly strangers?"
Cute, smart, and humble too. Fi's counting the good and waiting for the bad to arrive, here. No one's perfect and her track record isn't great. She'd like it if he was everything she was seeing right now, though.
At the question, she shrugs a bit, "Why shouldn't I? Never know who you'll meet."
"I'm enjoying the meeting, myself. There is something you should know. I have a prosthetic limb." Pulling his hand from hers, he put his other hand down against the table, and pulled the glove from it, revealing the metal hand that flexed and moved like a normal one, mostly.
"A relic of serving. " His voice wasn't bitter these days when he stated it.
She tips her head when he says there’s something she should know. Maybe this was it. That shoe she was waiting to drop on her head with this already too-great-to-be-real guy. But then he explains about a prosthetic and, well, she doesn’t even know what to say. Until he shows her, anyway.
“You ever come to my house and my brother’s gonna ask if you’re a robot. Just a headsup.” She figured she may as well warn him now. Her family and tact don’t exactly go hand-in-hand very often. Or ever, really. “That’s some real state’a the art stuff, huh?” It definitely looks it. “Least they could do for askin’ what they do outta ya, I guess.”
Bucky chuckled. "I can deal with that. Not a problem." He smiled warmly, glad she was taking it well.
"It was a complicated situation, but I've learned to adapt to it." The hand reached out to tap her nose, gentle and warm. As warm as a human hand, really.
"Lip might be more interested in askin' ya questions about how it works though. ...if he's home from college for awhile, at least." She shrugs a little. He'd be the talk of the house if the kids found out, honestly.
She crinkles her nose at the action, laughing a little. "You're somethin' else, yanno that?" She doesn't ask about the 'complicated situation' because it doesn't really matter to her. She knows all about complicated, so she won't press it.
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Date: 2016-08-14 02:25 pm (UTC)I pick the winners.
oh yeah? hell ya
idk maybe we could meet up? [She may have only talked to the guy for 0.4 seconds but who cares? Fiona is all about on the fly decisions.]
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Date: 2016-08-14 02:33 pm (UTC)When and where? [On he fly decisions pretty much defines Bucky's life.]
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Date: 2016-08-14 06:57 pm (UTC)She shrugs and takes a quick picture of herself and sends him a quick text:
She shrugs and sips at her coffee. Hopefully he's cute.
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Date: 2016-08-14 07:17 pm (UTC)"Hello, miss?" He stuck out his other hand, grinning a shy grin. "Reporting for duty as requested."
Okay, well, he was a military man, even when he wasn't one.
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Date: 2016-08-14 09:52 pm (UTC)"I'm Fiona."
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Date: 2016-08-15 01:17 am (UTC)She was hot, and had a beautiful voice.
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Date: 2016-09-14 05:04 am (UTC)"Yeah, sure," she nods and goes over to one of the empty tables. "So, you're just here on, like, vacay, then?" Since he'd mentioned the fair before, it was an easy enough keep to make.
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Date: 2016-10-08 05:47 am (UTC)And avoiding government agents, and the like.
"So far, I'm enjoying the sights here." His grin was aimed at her.
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Date: 2017-01-07 06:35 am (UTC)"Ohh, you're a charmer, huh?" she grins, "I like it."
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Date: 2017-01-07 06:42 am (UTC)"I do enjoy making a girl smile. Especially when her smiles light up the room like yours do." he loved her smile, and his own only grew as he turned it on her.
"What do you do for fun around here?"
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Date: 2017-01-07 06:55 am (UTC)She shrugs, "I dunno," she laughs softly, ducking her head for a second before looking back up at him. "Kinda dumb, right? I don't have a lotta time for fun most days, unfortunately."
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Date: 2017-01-07 07:02 am (UTC)Bucky was curious what kept this gorgeous young woman so busy.
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Date: 2017-01-07 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-07 05:06 pm (UTC)"It's amazing that you do all of that. Ma was like that. She tended to do all the things, all the time, back in Brooklyn."
Bucky leaned forward and captured one of her hands. "I admire someone who can keep it together like that."
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Date: 2017-01-07 05:10 pm (UTC)She shrugs a little, "I dunno if I'd say I'm all that together. I'm pretty much a mess, all the time."
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Date: 2017-01-07 05:30 pm (UTC)"Who isn't, really?" He nodded, thumb stroking the back of the hand he was holding.
"We're all of us big fakers, trying to balance everything and outrun the moment it all falls down, or at least find some place, or someone, comfortable to fall down at or with."
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Date: 2017-01-29 09:01 pm (UTC)She gives him another big grin, "You gotta real good way with words, anybody ever tell ya that?"
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Date: 2017-01-29 09:05 pm (UTC)"So, what brings you out to talk to random silly strangers?"
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Date: 2017-01-30 06:11 pm (UTC)At the question, she shrugs a bit, "Why shouldn't I? Never know who you'll meet."
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Date: 2017-01-30 07:38 pm (UTC)"A relic of serving. " His voice wasn't bitter these days when he stated it.
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Date: 2017-03-05 09:41 pm (UTC)“You ever come to my house and my brother’s gonna ask if you’re a robot. Just a headsup.” She figured she may as well warn him now. Her family and tact don’t exactly go hand-in-hand very often. Or ever, really. “That’s some real state’a the art stuff, huh?” It definitely looks it. “Least they could do for askin’ what they do outta ya, I guess.”
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Date: 2017-04-02 06:26 pm (UTC)"It was a complicated situation, but I've learned to adapt to it." The hand reached out to tap her nose, gentle and warm. As warm as a human hand, really.
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Date: 2017-05-07 08:05 pm (UTC)She crinkles her nose at the action, laughing a little. "You're somethin' else, yanno that?" She doesn't ask about the 'complicated situation' because it doesn't really matter to her. She knows all about complicated, so she won't press it.
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