“Is that a challenge…?” Ruby waved her hand, silently asking for a name from him. Crimson lips curls into a cheeky grin, eyes closing as she took a deep breath in. To anyone else it would appear as though she was enjoying the fresh air, the truth was she was taking in his scent. Ruby had a keen nose, it was the wolf in her, and her wolf was usually pretty good at picking out how they liked their drinks. With a hum her eyes opened once more. “I’m getting dark chocolate, rich and slightly bitter, with a hint of chili. You also seem like you’d prefer cherry but usually end up ordering the apple pie.”
“Bucky,” the brunette replied. Bucky was doing better around people, but on days like today, he couldn’t really handle the crowds and loud noise, so he’d gone for a walk in the park, and then headed home when he spotted the cafe and decided he could handle people if it meant a warm meal. He arched a brow at her guess, the closest he came to being impressed. “The question is if you can beat Steve’s.” he grinned, ignoring the pie comment. It had been a while since he let himself have any kind of pie, but he was slowly returning to some state of normal.
Steve watched him for a moment before he finally gave in and nodded slowly. “I… have some things where I”ve been staying. I’d like to get them before… we got to your place.” He pulled out his wallet to settle his tab so they could go.
Bucky nodded as Steve agreed. “We can swing by and pick your things up. I do have an apartment away from the tower where I usually stay, so we’ll go there until you think you’re ready to try the tower.”
how is trump alive?? like hes rlly gone thru his whole life like That …. and no one has ever just fuckin decked him?? gave him the ole one two? knocked his lights out??? incredible
sorry to improve your day without much notice but
NEVERMIND REBLOGGING AGAIN BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE ALL NEED
“Not an intern.” Lucas snapped back, rolling his eyes as he made himself comfortable on the chair, feet flying up to rest on the table top just to irritate Stark. A small measure of rebellion for the insult. “Lucas Wolenczak, resident Tech Support for the Seaquest.” Seaquest was the military’s pride and joy, a self-sustaining submarine that could neutralize militant threats but was mostly designed as a scientific research vessel. “You got your first degree from MIT when you were sixteen right? I’m working on my third.” His mouth twisted into a smug smirk, leaning back in the chair while he stared at Tony.
Tony rolled his yes. “So telling me your credentials is supposed to…what? Get you on my good side?” he asked, pausing to smack the kid’s feet off his desk. “And you’ll respect my workshop or you can go back to your little seapod. SHIELD isn’t paying me enough to babysit.” he said sharply.
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