ii.
It turned out that Darcy was planning on sticking around for a while, so Bucky became used to her presence around the building. And if he was being honest? He enjoyed having her around. Though their interactions were fairly few and far between, his instant attraction to her never waned. In fact, he was pretty sure that it grew every time they crossed paths.
At the start, he'll admit that his attraction was only skin deep, but that changed fairly quickly. It was when he realised that she never seemed to show any fear towards him, even when his left arm was on full display, that he had his first full conversation alone with her. He'd quickly come to the assumption that she must be either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid, to not even be a little apprehensive when sharing a couch with one of the deadliest ex-assassins in the world. And, while it may have been a little rude of him, he wanted to know which it was, so he asked her just that.
And she laughed.
One of the most potentially dangerous men to ever exist sat, cheeks a little flushed, as an unarmed, untrained civilian laughed her ass off at his expense for 2 whole minutes.
It was incredible.
No one had been this obviously comfortable around him in such a long time that he was certain it must have been before his Winter Soldier days – not even Steve who, as much as he tried not to show it, was a little disappointed that this Bucky wasn't the same Bucky that he'd known before.
Still sporting a small grin, she'd mulled the question over and told him that perhaps it was a mixture of both, along with a hefty dose of faith. That was when Bucky's interest in her grew past simply her looks, and he genuinely started to wonder if this could really go somewhere. It took everything in him not to surge forward and kiss her on the spot.
Sometimes, when he found himself utterly captivated by her, he tried to find a correlation – if it was one specific thing that she was doing on these occasions, or if it was simply her, no matter what the circumstance. Most of the time he figured that it was just her in general, but there were some instances in which he knew exactly what had caught his attention. One of these situations, which he both dreaded and adored, was when Tony (or occasionally Clint) brought back ice cream cones.
How was he honestly expected to keep his eyes (and his mind) off her lips when she had them wrapped around—
"Hey, Buck." Honestly, he was grateful for the interruption; his thoughts had not been headed in a publicly acceptable direction, and it certainly wasn't polite to fantasise about a lady like that – especially one who had been unfailingly kind and friendly to him. "Got you a cone."
Tearing his gaze away from her, Bucky accepts the ice cream with a small smile and a nod of thanks. He hopes he was quick enough to prevent Steve sticking his nose in, but soon sees that he wasn't as his friend's gaze slides in the direction he himself had just been staring.
"So…" Steve starts, a mischievous grin growing on his face. "Darcy, huh?"
"Shut up and eat your ice cream, Punk."
The third part will probably take longer than this one did (I had this one mostly finished when I posted the first) so idk when that'll be out. Let me know if you want more! Comments are welcomed and appreciated!
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