"Jane, I can't believe you actually brought a book with you. I could've sworn I frisked you before we got here," Darcy said exasperated, "That's it give it."
Before Jane knew what was happening Darcy had confiscated the book.
"Come on Darcy give it back," she said reaching for it.
"Nope we're here to have fun, not for you to bury your nose in a book, ok?"
"Ok, fine."
"Yay! Come on Jane loosen up a little. I'll get you a drink that'll help," Darcy suggests running off to the bar with her prize.
Jane watches her run off with a smile; I knew I'd never get that past her, shaking her head. She looked out over the city scape letting her mind wander.
Sitting at the bar…
"Seriously Buck what's up with you tonight?" Steve asked before taking a drink of his beer
"Nothing punk," chugging his own.
"First you were mad cause I made you come to the party, now you're…"
"Don't even…"
"Admit it you're distracted."
Bucky rolled his eyes and kept drinking. He wasn't about to admit that Jane Foster intrigued him, but he wasn't sure how to approach her. Afterall she had the god of Thunder as an overprotective ex boyfriend. A feminine voice cut through his thoughts.
"Hey bartender I need two screwdrivers and step on it."
Bucky looked over as Darcy ordered and got her drinks. His eyes followed her to where Jane was sitting, in a corner. Ok now he knew where she was how to get over there was the problem.