We teased each other, as he drove us to the restaurant, in no time at all, despite the slight traffic.
"Good evening, welcome to Sunni's Sushi." The waitress greeted us. "Table for how many?" She asked, flirtily staring at Bucky.
I stared at her in disbelief. "Two." I said, bitingly, causing Bucky to wrap his arm around me, giving me a 'behave' look, before turning to her and smiling politely.
"Your table is this way." She said as she took two menus and led us into the restaurant.
As we followed her, Bucky leaned down and whispered, "What the hell was that all about?" He asked with his arm still around me.
"I'm not in the mood to be around female folks right now." I grumbled.
"Not all of them are evil. You're evidence of that …" He pointed out smiling at me.
"Yeah, you haven't been around me when I'm on my period, since we were both in our early twenties, it's been years, Bucko. So, you have no leg to stand on, Buddy boy." I remarked, smirking as I walked away.
He smacked my ass before following me to the table. Shaking his head and smirking at me as I yelped and jumped in the air.
"You two make beautiful couple." The waitress commented as she stood by the table, waiting for us to settle in. "Now, what can I get the cute couple to drink?" She asked as she pulled out a notepad and pencil.
I gaped at her, before turning to look at Bucky, who was biting his lip to hide his amusement. "Oh noo...no…" I began before Bucky interrupted me, giving me another look.
"Th-thank you— erm.." He began looking at her name tag, squinting. "Thank you, Bernie. We're on the first date, actually..." He said, giving her an uncomfortable smile.
"No problem, so, drinks?" She asked us.
I frowned looking down at the alcoholic beverages before finally deciding. "Rum and coke, and Long Island Ice Tea?" I asked, wrinkling my nose.
"Sure. What about you, handsome?" She asked turning to look at Bucky, expressionlessly.
"Oh, uh, yeah. A beer. Which—whichever you have is fine." He stumbled.
"I'll bring those right back to you." She said walking away with an extra swing in her hip.
We both watched her leave before turning back to look at each other. "James Buchanan Barnes, I am going to kill you!" I slowly said before turning to laugh at his expression.
"I'm sorry, Button. I'll make it up to you, I swear." Bucky promised, locking his lips and smiling at me.
"Why do you always use me to shield yourself from uncomfortable situations? You gotta stop doing this, Buck. What will happen when I start going out again? When I— when I get a new boy— boyfriend?" I asked, as thickly, as the waitress set the drinks down before us.
I flinched, as I remembered what I had walked into earlier.
Funny how Bucky could make me forget everything around me. Even in the most uncomfortable situations.
"Are we ready to order?" She asked.
Bucky gestures towards me, before taking a sip of his beer, trying not to flinch too.
I frowned looking away to wipe my face, before clearing my throat and nodding.
"We'll have two spider rolls, two rainbow rolls, two spicy tuna rolls, two shrimp tempura rolls, four California rolls and two King Crab rolls." I said, keeping my eyes on the table, willing the tears to go away.
"Any sauces?" She asked as she scribbled on her notepad.
"Soy sauce, and was—wasabi please…" I softly replied, as more tears fell.
"Great, I'll be right back with that." She said oblivious to the tension that was now sitting between Bucky and I.
"Thank you…" I said before looking away.
She nodded before walking away.
As soon as she did, I wiped my face, and took a deep sip of my tea.
"Look, I shouldn't have done that. It was a dick move. Tonight was supposed to be about you not thinking about that little shit, and I made you think about him. I'm sorry." He apologized, reaching across the table to take my hands into both of his warm ones.
I stared down at the tattoos on his large hands, which enveloped mine.
I pouted, nodding in response, not looking up at him, until I felt him let go of my hands, and slide out of the booth to get out of his side of the booth, only to slide into my side of the booth.
He engulfed me into a tight embrace as I allowed my head to drop onto his chest, as the tears continued to fall.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you, Bunny." He whispered, as I felt him breath on my hair.
"It's not your fault, Buck. You were right. Spencer was a total dickhead. I should have listened to you and Clint." I muttered into his chest.
"Well, we all told you… it's okay. We all make mistakes all the time. Don't worry, Arie, I swear. It happened to me with Leah, and I can admit it was devastating but I learned from it." He replied, as he placed his chin on top of my head.
"Yeah, well, she was a manipulative, ranky ass, bitch… she only convinced you because you're a schmuck. She was two faced and good at lying." I muttered scowling.
He chuckled, "Ok, I— I deserve that." He replied.
"Yes, you do ..." I muttered, as I down half of my first drink.
"Right ..." He muttered, frowning at the thought.
"Does it ever stop hurting, Buckaroo?" I asked, pouting.
He sighed, taking another sip, before his arms tightened around me.
"It'll get better, Bunny. Just give it time... " he reassured me.
"I hope you're right. Because as of right now, I'm homeless, and bitchy due to my being away for six months, without any type of action…" I grumbled, still pressed . "Not that had much action before..." I murmured.
"We have got to fix that…" he murmured, causing me to gasp and slap his thickly muscled arm. "Jackass." I muttered into his shirt.
"Oh fuck…" he groaned, tightening his hold on me slightly.
"Just get me more liquor, I don't need a man to make me cum…" I snipped, pushing him away.
He gaped at me, before shutting his mouth, and smirking at me. "So, pencildick couldn't get the job done?" He asked, smirking down at me, reaching for his beer across the table.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes before shaking my head at him, taking a sip of my drink.
"I never actually had sex with him..." I replied, honestly as we turned and faced forward.
He spurted, choking on his beer, as he turned to look at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding!" He guffawed.
I shook my head at him, waving my pink at him. "I wasn't interested in getting deflowered by a Vienna sausage." I commented, dryly, with an eye roll as I frowned and began to play with the bendy straw in my drink.
He choked on his beer, using the napkin on the table to cover his mouth as his eyes watered and he began laughing hard.
"Bunny, you can not be serious." He said, as he tried to stop laughing.
"Serious as a heart attack, Bucko." I replied, as I picked up the glass and chugged half of it's contents.
"So, you mean, he is actually— How?" He asked, looking at me, amused.
"Yup. I mean, it wasn't a lack of motivation on his part. He tried to convince me, many times in fact, but when he finally tried again one night… and I just caved. I thought, 'Hey, why not give it a try?' Yeah. Biggest mistake of my life. It was— it was bad. I mean, he couldn't get it up... I couldn't stop laughing… It was an utter disaster." I shrugged.
He winced, chuckling along with me as the waitress placed the sushi in front of us with the sauces.
"Enjoy." She said as she walked away.
"Thank you!" We called towards her.
As soon as she left, he turned to look at me, with a serious expression. "Not all men look like that, you know." He finally said.
I shrugged, as I sipped the rest of my drink, before grabbing the chopsticks, and dipping my King Crab roll into wasabi, before throwing it into my mouth.
I groaned, as I bit into the spicy, savory taste of the roll mixed with wasabi.
"Since when do you eat King Crab rolls?" He asked, frowning, as he picked up the California rolls and dipped it into the soy sauce before he bit into it.
"I tried it while I was away. It was pretty good there." I shrugged.
He swallowed, before looking at me offended. "You went out for sushi with someone else?" He asked, offended.
"Yes, just like you did with Leah. So calm your nuts down." I snipped as the waitress walked over with more of our drinks.
"Oh, don't be petty, Bun bun." He remarked, bopping my nose with his forefinger causing my nose to twitch.
"Oh, believe me, you have yet to see me be petty, Bucko." I replied, frowning as my nose continued to twitch as he laughed.
"Brat..." He muttered, dropping the other half of his roll into his mouth.