5184/In Which There is Dancing in Brooklyn

In Which There is Dancing in Brooklyn
Date of Scene:	16 August 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Or Something Sappy This Way Comes.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Winter Soldier

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
After getting collected by SHIELD Agents on their last outting, and then May etal finding them at a derby dive bar, it appears as if some of the restrictions on one Winter Solider were being lifted a little at a time. At least, lifted enough that he was able to let Darcy know that he could, in fact, take her out dancing.

Darcy set the date and the time and informed him of a little place she learned about from some derby girls. The drinks were good, the staff friendly, the clientelle of the non-sleazy variety, and had been there forever. Like, ever forever. (Read: More than 50 years. The place was a fucking antique!)

Darcy got herself ready. A red 1940s style dancing dress, and make up done in the style of the era, and her usual bold red lip. If felt like dress up, but she'd gotten info that he was from the same time frame as a certain Army Captain. Having been told by the Winter Soldier himself that at times he felt lost, couldn't remember chunks of his life, meant that Darcy was hoping to give him a way to relearn himself, starting with a bit of era-appropriate clothing and make up and hopefully having found a venue that was close enough to remind him without seeming like a poor recreation meant to manipulate him. Considering the club had kept up with the times while holding on to the pride of its history, she was fairly confident that this was The Place.

She waited in her apartment in the Triskelion for him to arrive, having left her glasses on the bathroom counter in favor of the non-colored contacts. She regarded her reflection, always finding the look of her face without glasses a novel one.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky doesn't exactly know where they're headed, but trusts Darcy to give them proper directions. He's gone with a blue longsleeve shirt, covering up his cybernetic arm at least, although it might get a bit hot out on the dance floor. He won't sweat to death.

His hair, shaggy as it is, has been pulled back into a bit of a ponytail - he's not quite modern enough for a manbun yet - And he has dark slacks and shoes.

He knocks on the door and still feels a little odd not having a 'handler' keeping an eye on him. Darcy was SHIELD, yes, but she wasn't a babysitter for a living weapon like him.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Or, Darcy was the best babysitter for a weapon like Bucky, and someone higher up (Read: coughcoughMAYcoughcough) decided that this would be a good idea. Most of the time, where Darcy is concerned, the elder agent that is her supervising officier is right.

The odds that she's wrong, however, are still not zero.

Darcy opens the door, smiling a warm, almost coy, and dare we say faintly demure smile.

"Hi," she chirps softly, standing just at five and a half feet now. She has far more modest heels on this time, and not her usual six inch stilleto platform insanity she calls shoes. She doesn't have a purse, the dress having ACTUAL POCKETS!!! for her phone. The rest of the important things, like her credit card and her cash she's storing else where on her person that while might get a plenty of glances, few would actually reach in and search it.

"Ready to go?" she asks, waiting for him to step back so she can step out and into the hall.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier steps back indeed, taking her in with a long and assessing look, "Hi. Wow, um, yeah, very ready. I hope I can keep up with you. I can't say I'm much of a dancer. But I do like to watch," he admits. He does know a few formal dances, as part of his training, to blend in at high society functions, but he doubts the Viennese waltz is likely to come up this evening. Although you never know.

He offers his arm and leads her down to the elevator and the transport hangar, his steps crisp and measured.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Her apartment door closed behind her, Darcy takes the offered arm with a poise and grace of any delicate flower of a lady.

She's not one, but that's besides the point.

Down the elevator they go, Dracy smiling lightly the whole while and making aimless small talk, though she's being attentive to him and stops when he seems like he's floundering too much, switching gears to just talking about anything until he's ready to engage again.

Out to the waiting Lyft and the address to a dance club in Brooklyn is given. And with that, Darcy settles back to lean her shoulder against his arm.

"I'm really glad you got to come out with me. Please tell me you're on a more normal diet now? Because I'm totes going to work up an appetite tonight and I'd love to have dinner somewhere afterwards," she comments, again with that rambling tone of 'you don't have to jump in and say anything if you don't want to'.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier smiles, "I've adjusted to more conventional foods, yes. I've still been told to avoid alcohol or intoxicants, which might seem counterintuitive going to a bar. But I've got enough discipline to restrain myself. At least in terms of what I drink," he says.

"But yes, I thought we might find a nice hole in the wall place afterwards. Italian, maybe? Wouldn't be New York without Italian food."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Google Maps said there was a mom 'n pop place on the same block. Rao's? Been there since eighteen-something, according to their website. I'm down for trying it," Darcy replies, happy to continue the conversation without commenting about the alcohol. He's not allowed to drink, then she'll refrain also. After all, just cause she likes to drink doesn't mean that she needs to be intoxicated to have a good time. Her hand is offered for him to take.

Winter Soldier has posed:
He does, indeed, take it and they get into the cab he called. He at least understands the ride sharing apps, but he believes in supporting the old fashioned taxi industry. Plus, there's just something homie about getting into a real cab as opposed to a grad student's Honda Prius.

"I think I might even remember that place," he admits. "Hope they're still good."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
A smile, Darcy leans against his shoulder under at last they pull up to their destination.

"4.8 stars on Google, high marks on YELP. I'm pretty sure they're still good," she comments on a grin.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier smiles, "I'm not entirely sure what those are, but that's fine. I trust you, first and foremost," he says, getting out first and taking her hand to help draw her from the cab.

The pair make their way through the line relatively swiftly, being attractive and cleanly dressed, if not celebrities. Bucky can feel the bouncer measuring him up and looking askance at his arm, "Prosthetic," he says by way of explanation. "Amazing what they can do these days."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smiles her best pretty girl smile to the bouncer, seeming completely at ease that he'll let them in and that there is absolutely nothing odd about the prosthetic in question. She gives the bouncer a bit of a blinking wink as he waves them through. Bucky's arm gets a squeeze and a lean on.

"You know, there are some people who would tell you that trusting me is a really bad idea?" It's stated, but still somehow sounds like a question she finds completely perplexing and a little humorous at the same time.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier raises an eyebrow, "Really? I find that hard to believe. You're quite charming. I know that can be a front but I've seen no evidence of it. You've been nice to me and had no reason for it beyond...being nice," he says. "And if I can't trust other people around SHIELD, well, I pretty much just can't trust anyone at all. Which is practical but lonely."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"They probably mean because I'm known to make poor life choices and am far too direct for anyone's comfort. But then, that's just then being uncomfortable, and I dont give a shit," Darcy says, smiling as he calls her charming.

"Well, you're right. It can be, but with you it's really not. You're too adorbs for me to play with you like that, and there honestly isn't anything I really want from you aside from a smile now and again. So, why try to get you to do anything aside from crack a smile, a real one, when I'm able?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
He does give her a smile, a small one, "I haven't had much to smile about in a long time. But I'm trying to change that," he says. "And I prefer direct. I don't always do well with subtext. I also prefer honesty. I've been around enough liars and spies and betrayers in my life. I'd much rather have someone like you who's just going to wear their heart on their sleeve."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
He smiles and she does too, moving to pull him down while she goes up to toes so she can gift him with a kiss on the cheek as well.

"Right out in the open, handsome," She comments of her heart on her sleeve. Really, direct has always been her style. Even when she did that bit of 'spy work' to find Skye, she succeeded where the others had failed simply because she had been direct about it. And used social media like the marks were using.

She leads the way to a table by the dance floor, head tilting at him.

"Okay. You going to at least try to dance a bit? I mean, I'm not amazing either, and really that's not hte point. The point is to move up against someone you like, let the music move you, and just have a good time being that close. No need to talk, no need to think. Just... move."

Winter Soldier has posed:
"You make it sound a lot simpler than it is," he says. "But as long as you're okay with what I do, I don't particularly care if these others think I look a fool," he says. He moves in closer to her then, his face momentarily in her hair and inhaling the scent of her as he tries to listen to the music, swaying just a bit. His fingers dance just above her hips, gentle points of contact.

"Am I handsome?" he asks softly. He's not really sure of himself. He'd once brimmed with confidence, but it felt like his sins showed on his skin. He didn't usually like people looking at him too much.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"It doesn't have to be any more complicated than you want it to be," she replies, smiling and turning toward him. It's wordless acceptance that what he wants to do, thus far, is okay with her. She has a safe-word for a reason. Though she never wants to have to use it, she's prepared to, just in case.

"You really are," Darcy assures him, reaching up to wrap her arms abuot his neck and his shoulders. Her eyes open to peer into his, not flinching at what she sees.

Winter Soldier has posed:
He lays his forehead against hers and lets the two of them drift together, nature taking its course in some ways. Muscled man and soft woman, fitting together naturally and comfortably. His hands slip together to lace fingers at the small of her back as he rocks back and forth. The beat is slow and rhythmic, not too demanding as he returns her steady gaze with his blue-grey eyes. "You're beautiful," he says softly. "You know that. If you didn't, you hadn't been paying attention and I get the feeling you don't miss much."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Her laugh is soft, gentle, amused in a non-jarring sort of way.

"Thank you, James. I know a lot of people find me beautiful. I know just as many probably think I'm too curvy or too fat or that I wear my clothes too tight. To each their own, and as long as they don't fuss at me about it, they can think whatver they want. So, thank you. I know I'm beautiful, but it's still a wonderful thing to hear it," she replies, leaning against him, comfortable in the strength of him, the gentleness he shows in the restraint of that strength. He is a warrior, hard and chiseled. She brings a hand about to hug his face with her hands, her fingertips trailing into his hair.

"And you are handsome. It's the look your eyes. For all that you might have done... there's still something gentle and compassionate there, and -that- is hella sexy."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier raises an eyebrow, "I'm not sure what 'hella' means, but I'll take it," he says. "And I like your...curves, as you put it. But I also think I'd like you if you were skinny as a rail or big as a house. You being gorgeous is secondary to you being good," he says.

"But it's a pretty big bonus," he admits ,then leaning down and catching her mouth with his in a slow and savoring kiss.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's giggle drifts about them, like the music of fairy wings. Her lips are a wide smile, one he can feel as it melts into that kiss. Her eyes close to it, hands sliding back to his neck and his shoulders. Darcy holds onto him, holds him to her, as they kiss. It's unhurried, savoring the feel of it, not needing to rush or demand. She hums softly, lips parting against his as she sighs and sinks further into him.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky rather forgets the rest of the dance floor for a while, losing himself in the feel of Darcy's mouth against his. He isn't insistent or pushy, just enjoying the moment for what it is, feeing the tip of her tongue barely brush against his. The pair get a few looks from other people there, either jealousy or eye-rolling depending on the subject.

At last, he comes up for air, his heart racing just a bit and his skin flushed beneath his stubble. "Well," he says, unsure how to follow that up but knowing he wants to.Somehow.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's eyes open, her own cheeks dusted with a faint hint of pink. She smiles back, unaware of the stares or else not caring. The latter is more likely.

"Well," she repeats, the tone giggly in a coy sort of way.

"You're a good dancer," she adds. Because why not?