They had just come home from a bad mission and wanted to spend some down time getting a few drinks and maybe finding themselves a nice gal to spend the night with. So after bathing themselves of the blood, and ash that had caked various places on their bodies.
Their hands, shoulders, hair and faces- and dressing in their nicest tee shirts and button downs with their nicest pair of jeans and shoes. The two finished up by shaving, well, Steve did anyways. And adding their favorite scented colognes and then grabbed their wallets and headed out.
The bar that they were going to was one that was several miles from the Avenger's tower. They had both more or less stumbled onto it by accident one night when they had been unable to sleep and they had taken an instant liking to it and had been frequenting it for the better part of a year.
Upon reaching the bar and entering it, Bucky did an automatic sweep of the inside of the building to see if anyone or anything caught his eye since he and Steve were both very selective in who they tended to pick up and take home with them.
Upon doing his quick sweep of the bar, his eyes landed on a short-ish, black haired young woman at which time he reached out and tapped Steve on the arm to gain his attention and waited until his Stevie gave him his undivided attention before silently pointing the female out to him.
Steve followed the direction of Bucky's finger and subtly studied the dark haired figure over by the old fashioned jukebox, seemingly going through the music.
She didn't seem like the usual type to frequent the bar. In fact thanks to how she was dressed, and looked, she stood out like a sore thumb.
She was short-ish, just enough to suit the two men's tastes. Her long black hair was up in twin ponytails, though when loose it likely would hang near to her waist in length. She had a petite build, delicate, yet wonderfully curvy. Her shirt was a black cotton sleeveless shirt that barely reached her midriff. And she was wearing the most distractingly mouthwatering faded denim cut off shorts that either man had ever seen.
Upon getting a calculated once over from Steve, the tall blond then met Bucky's eye and gave a curt nod of approval and then motioned for Bucky to try approaching her first to gauge how she would react to him. If she reacted favorably to him, then Steve would approach her and see how she reacted to him and then analyze her reaction to the two of them before they would make any true attempts to invite her home with them for the night.
Bucky waited to approach her until she had chosen a song. Unlike most pretty young things of the modern era that the two men had come into contact with, the song chosen wasn't one of those super fast paced ones by those whore-ish singers that they were familiar with.
Brittany Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Rikki Minaj, ect.
No, the song chosen by her was a slow and tasteful one from the eighties. Lonely Heart. Something that was perfect for setting the mood to a first meeting, in Bucky's opinion.
The moment that the song started, Bucky eased himself away from Steve's side as the blond grabbed them both a drink and then walked off to grab a table. Hopefully one with a nice view of the woman where he could carefully watch she and Bucky interact and step in if he noticed that he was needed.
The woman seemed to be off in her own little world as Bucky sidled up behind her and paused for a moment just to study her face since it had been partially hidden by her long dark hair.
It took her a few moments to notice him standing there. Which was fine. He was rather enjoying looking at her.
She had the kind of rare achingly beautiful features that most men would have found...intimidating. And to be perfectly honest with himself, if he hadn't have wanted to touch her so damn badly he might have actually scampered away and stayed away.
But tonight he was far too interested in her to really give a damn about anything else at the moment. Steve undoubtedly would have agreed if he had been the first to approach her. But then again Stevie was more of a romantic than he was and would have fallen for the pretty little thing the moment that she batted her light green eyes at him.
Soft green eyes flickered in his direction for a moment and she turned a fetching shade of pink and stepped back a little bit from him with a softly muttered apology. No doubt thinking that she was in the way of him getting to the jukebox.
Like he really gave a shit about the music.
All he cared about at the moment way the hunt. And he had his sights set on her to be his and Stevie's prey.
She stood off to the side of him, looking more than a little bit awkward to him while he took a moment to come up with a plan and dug some change out of his pocket and then took up position in front of the jukebox and found another nice tasteful song and then startled her by snagging her hand and pulling her in close to him and whispered, "Dance with me."
She gave him a wide eyed look for a moment. As if she hadn't expected him to be quite so bold, but nodded her head earning a small smile from him as the song started and he began to slowly dance with her. Using the dance as an opening to draw her in and romance her some.
God knew that if Stevie had approached her first, romancing the gal would have been the first order of business. After all, they had been born to a generation of men that no longer existed. And though they might occasionally indulge in one night stands- it didn't keep either of them from sticking to their old fashioned mannerisms any.
Especially when it made it easier on the gals.
Holding the dame as close as he dared without making her uncomfortable or making her feel as if he'd crossed a line of some sort- he took the time to introduce himself to her in a very polite and gentlemanly fashion. Which seemed to earn him what was called 'brownie points' with her since she also gave him her name in return.
She called herself Cassie Edwin. The last name was probably fake, used as a precautionary measure in case she ran into someone undesirable who didn't want to take 'no' for an answer. This was understandable given how often pretty dames like the one in his arms were so often mugged, raped, kidnapped, abused and victimized.
So he tried not to feel disappointed by the fact that she didn't give him her real last name. Tried of course being the operative word here.
The song ended as Steve finally decided to make his move and Cassie suddenly found herself being passed off to the tall, muscular blond as Bucky took a moment or so to pick another slow song since Stevie couldn't dance for shit and neither one of them wanted to see the dame get her feet stepped on by the clumsy oaf.
Steve flashed Cassie a deceptively shy smile and introduced himself as the next song started. Cassie shot him a somewhat panicked look as Steve carefully took one of her hands in his while his other rested on the small of her back, drawing her petite body in close enough to brush against his own as he danced with her.
Cassie was a good sport about everything, despite the slightly panicked look that she had shot him mere moments before and handled Steve's presence, much like his own, with an amazing amount of grace.
Steve shot him a look over the top of her head when she looked away from him for a moment. A silent indication that he would invite Cassie over to drink with them for a spell. And Bucky found himself nodding in understanding as the song ended and Steve asked her if she would like to join them for a few drinks.
She seemed to mull over the offer, both men finding it somewhat encouraging that she didn't shoot them down outright, before finally nodding. Both men gave her stunning smiles and led her over to a private table where Steve pulled her chair out for her and Bucky handed her one of the small menu's that was usually on the tables so that she could look it over for whatever she wanted to drink.
She gave it a quick once over before hesitantly asking if she could have a long island iced tea. Obviously feeling more comfortable with the alcohol content in it than any of the other drinks offered.
The fact that she wasn't willing to get blackout drunk while with the two was pleasing to them. Bucky ordered her drink and waited until it was delivered before he and Steve bothered to even touch their own drinks as Steve tried to begin a conversation with her.
Starting out with small questions. Like age- she was twenty two. Still very young, even by their standards. What was her favorite color? She didn't have just one. She had a whole multitude of colors that she liked. And was very specific about each one. What perfume was she wearing tonight? Even Bucky had wondered about that when he had danced with her earlier, he had been able to smell the floral scent of it. But it was unlike anything else that he'd ever smelled. Which was somewhat puzzling to him.
I mean didn't gals her age generally go for the weirdly overpowering and funky smelling shit?
Her response was surprising to them to say the least. Apparently she had made her own perfume out of peonies, white lilies, hyacinth, honeysuckle and pear blossom. Which explained why she smelled so damned good. But neither man could stop wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled.
After that, Steve asked her if she was a student- turns out that she wasn't. Which was sort of shocking considering her age. But then college wasn't really for everyone.
Bucky asked her what kind of work she did and was pleasantly surprised to find out that she was a artist and a published writer. Apparently she dabbled in a bit of everything. Poetry, sci-fi, supernatural, thrillers, children's books, even raunchy romances as well as how to books for other artists.
To say that Steve was wanted then and there to keep her would be a gross understatement.
Stevie loved artists. L-o-v-e loved them. The more creative they were, the more he was like a kid in a candy store and the more he tended to pick their brains for his own creative and artistic pursuits.
The three sat there and drank together and made small talk for the better part of an hour or so before Steve finally asked if she wanted to come home with them for the night.
The question must have startled her a bit, because she balked for a moment before asking what their expectations were. They took a few minutes to tell her what she would be agreeing to if she was interested, and then sat back and waited for her to make a decision.
She chewed her bottom lip nervously as she weighed the pro's and con's before finally relenting.
Steve leaned over the table and gave her a slow drugging kiss as Bucky watched from his seat, his fingers clenching and unclenching in his lap as he tried to kill the urge to simply grab her, toss her over his shoulder and walk out of the bar just so that he could find them someplace more private so that he could touch her.
Steve pulled back from the kiss after several moments, leaving her stunned by the hunger she had felt in it as he slowly stood up and Bucky helped her out of her chair since she looked like she wouldn't be able to so much as walk right at the moment.
Her whole body was trembling underneath his palm as he slipped an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her against his side before making his way towards the door with Steve right on his heels.