"Lola"

Phil hummed as he polished the left side mirror of his corvette. He had her parked far away from Stark's classic car collection, even though he had a new area for testing his Iron Man suits. There was no way Phil was risking his baby because of a reckless billionaire with the mother of all mid-life crisis penis cars (i.e. the suit).

"Hey, Phil!"

He nearly slipped, and blushed as he looked over his shoulder at Bucky. Phil wasn't used to the others seeing him up close in his work overalls, and he could only hope that Bucky wasn't about to burst out laughing.

"Hi," he said. "Uh… what brings you here?"

"You haven't seen my new sweetheart, have you?" Bucky asked. Phil gulped, turning back to Lola. Bucky had a girlfriend? He didn't know that. "Come meet her."

"Oh. I'm, uh, not exactly dressed for—"

Bucky laughed. "She won't care. C'mon." He jerked his head, and Phil had no choice but to follow, wishing he could stay behind with Lola instead of meeting a woman he'd have to pretend to like while secretly hating her guts… He was a bad person.

"What's her name?" Phil inquired, wringing the polishing cloth in his hands.

"Pip," Bucky said. "Short for Pippa." He led Phil to what looked like a bike covered in a drop sheet. He swept it off, and Phil nearly dropped the rag he was holding.

"Wow," he said.

"Pippa, this is Phil," Bucky said, and he stroked along the seat the way Phil wouldn't mind Bucky stroking his back… Bad place for his mind to go. "Phil, this is Pippa."

"Hello, Pippa," Phil said, feeling slightly ridiculous and extremely relieved. (Repeat: he was a bad person.) "She's beautiful, Bucky."

"Why'd you call your car Lola?" Bucky said, leaning back against his motorcycle and crossing his arms. "No one seems to know. Tony said it was after a song, but there's more than one song with a character called Lola."

Phil reminded himself of where Steve and Bucky grew up, but it didn't really help.

"When I was a kid, I went through a phase," he said. "Dressing in my sister's clothes. I was the only boy… I don't know whether that had anything to do with it. My dad got me doing things like working on cars, typical 'boys' activities. I'm not interested in women's clothes anymore – and suits are more practical – but my oldest sister was a fan of The Kinks, and I never forgot the song. The red was her favourite shade."

He could tell that Bucky wanted to ask where his family was, but Phil gave him a Look, and it kept his trap shut. For a few seconds.

"Wanna know why I named her Pippa?" he said.

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway," Phil said. "And I'd appreciate you keeping quiet about why I named…" He wasn't sure how to word it, but he didn't need to, because Bucky nodded, and whispered a promise.

"Her name's short for Phillippa," he explained. "The others have been on my case, especially Steve. He doesn't do subtle well. Last week he told me to, and I quote, 'Go ride the hell out of Phil already'." He smirked. "Was gonna get a bike anyway, an' this way if you said no to a date, at least I'd have a Phillippa to straddle. Had to go with a girl's name, after all. Almost went with Filly, but that would've been even less subtle than Steve."

"I'm… I'm sorry?" Did he mishear? Didn't seem like it, judging by Bucky's red cheeks.

"I wanna step out with you," he mumbled.

"Wait. Wait, you bought a bike, and you named her – obscurely – after me? All because Steve said you should… I mean, did he mean another Phil?"

"What other Phil do we know?"

That was a very good question. Still… "I don't know all your friends. What about the people at the group you attend?"

"Look, if you're not interested—"

"No! I am. I just…" Phil clutched the rag to his chest. "When you brought me over here I thought you were about to introduce me to your girlfriend. Forgive me for taking awhile to process this."

"Oh." Bucky cleared his throat. "Yeah, I see how that could be confusing. I'll let you think it over."

"You realise that your motorbike's going to be joining you in my dreams now, don't you? Straddling her, indeed." He groaned, shoving the cloth into his overalls pocket, and Bucky snickered.

"I regret nothing," he said, and he slid onto the seat. "Play your cards right and maybe you'll end up between my legs later."

"D-don't forget your helmet," Phil said, and he retreated to Lola, walking stiffly thanks to Bucky's inappropriate comments, and the images they evoked.

"I never forget protection!" Bucky called across the garage.

For Name Your Car Day. Please review!