Owner	Pose
Darcy Lewis	9:34PM The day was long. Darcy worked late to catch up on some requisitions that a newer agent had mucked up before rushing out to derby practice before coming back tot eh Triskelion for dinner on her meal plan. Now that the day was officially over, Darcy had showered and changed into 'I really dont care because i'm lounging around my home'. She plopped onto her sofa and turned on the TV for background noise while she scrolled Facebook and Reddit.
James Barnes	Just as Facebook and Reddit start getting interesting, of course, there's a knock at the door. It sounds different from every other knock... because it sounds different when a metal hand raps on the door, as opposed to one made of flesh and bone. Bucky isn't quite dressed for lounging around, but he is in his civilian gear, with dark jeans, a dark shirt, a dark lightweight hoodie, dark everything.
Darcy Lewis	Darcy blink-blinked at the knock sounding at her door. She hadn't been expecting anyone. Phone set aside, screen off and facing down, the green eyed woman pushes herself up from the sofa. Darcy pads on barefeet to the door and opens it, ready to be annoyed. The want for annoyance is chased away by the person in front of her. "James!" Darcy calls out happily, letting the door open as she steps out to toss herself into his arms for a hug. "Hey, handsome! How are you? Come in! I'm just slobbin' around. You don't mind do ya? Do you want a beer?" All in a ramble, as Darcy does.
James Barnes	The man known professionally as 'the Winter Soldier' catches Darcy in a hug, holding her tightly to him for a moment. "You slobbin' around is still one of the prettiest things a guy could see," he replies with a grin. He's got a kind of tired look in his eyes, but that's something that's always there... his big grin offsets it. "Sorry about being out of touch so long. The guys on the top floor sent me out of town on business. Can't say much more than that, I'm afraid... did you say a beer?"
Darcy Lewis	The compliment, falling so easily from his lips, has Darcy's cheeks hinting at a pretty pink. Pulling from the hug, she tugs him into her fortress of bacheloretteness and closes the door behind him. "I get it. Above my clearance level. It's cool," Darcy says, waving off his apology with easy aplomb. She moves to the kitchen, legs bare beneath the long shirt that reads: #IWokeUpLikeThis "I did, in fact, say 'beer'. I have like actual real beer, and I have the frou frou artsy crap that Shitcode -thinks- is beer," she offers easily.
James Barnes	Bucky follows, leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, watching Darcy and stealing a glance at her legs. "Actual real beer sounds like my kind of beer," he says, keeping his smile. "But I doubt I need to tell YOU that..."
Darcy Lewis	"Well, no. You don't, but still. I thought I'd be a good host and at least offer," Darcy retorts, bending over to get at the real stuff she stocks for everyone NOT Skye Johnson. It's an American made beer, with the twist off cap, and she cracks it with the palm of her hand while using her hip to nudge the fridge closed again. Beer open, she holds it out. "Didja wanna veg out on the sofa or curl up for a movie or am I getting dressed so we can go out which would be really exhausing after my day but you're worth it and I'll suck it up."
James Barnes	"Vegging out or curling up sounds good," Bucky says as he takes the beer, lifting it in a sort of 'cheers' motion. "I can drag you out and really exhaust you some other night. For now, Darce, it's mostly just really, really nice to see you." He's so charming, sometimes, when he's not brooding!
Darcy Lewis	Very charming! She'd gotten used to almost deer in headlights mcbroody pants. This? This is a nice change of pace. Darcy smiles winningly, collecting her water cup to cheers his beer. Back in the living room, she drops herself to the sofa and pats the cushion next to her. "I missed you, actually," she admits as she flips through her Netflix.
James Barnes	Bucky sets down his beer and shrugs off his hoodie, revealing the t-shirt underneath. Of course, it does nothing to hide that one of his arms is gleaming metal. He sits, and wraps his flesh and blood arm around Darcy, holding the beer with his artificial hand. "I missed you, too," he replies. "Thought about you a lot."
Darcy Lewis	Darcy never really gave that metal arm a second thought. It was a prosthetic. He was who he was with or without it, and when he was with it it was a part of him. No different than any other limb. Snuggled into his side, Darcy picks a show they had started but hadn't gotten a chance to get too far into. British Baking Show is amazing. "I thought about you too. Worried about who was cracking inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times around you just to make you snicker."
James Barnes	"Trust me, Darce, you hang out with operators enough, you'll hear enough dirty jokes that even YOU might get your fill," Bucky says with a laugh, and then kisses the top of her head. "More than that, though, I was thinking... we never set a date for that jazz club idea, did we?"
Darcy Lewis	Darcy snickers with the sensation that the challenge is accepted. Not that she hangs out with a lot of operators, but she'll keep an eye out. Her eyes flutter closed at the kiss to the top of hte head. it's not a thing she's used to getting all the time, and she'd be a fat poopy liar head if she said it didn't feel nice. Her body softens a bit more and a tiny thread of a sigh escapes her. "Hmm?? OH, No. I guess we didn't, did we? We talked about it, but before we could schedule a thing, work ate your face. I guess... you're just back from face-eating-work... I'm not scheduled for anything important like mostly ever... Want to go for Friday night?"
James Barnes	Bucky has a sip of beer and watches someone show off a British baked good for a moment, thinking. "That gives me... about 36 hours, give or take, to get my dancing feet on. I think I'm up to the challenge." He laughs softly. "Definitely will be a more fun time than getting my face eaten..."
Darcy Lewis	Darcy hadn't heard Bucky laugh before. Not this soft sort of laugh he's doing. She turns her face up to peer at him with a gentle grin. Whatever he had been doing and whatever he had been thinking of her, he seemed calmer for it. She leaned up to steal a light kiss from his lips. "I totes promise a better time than face eating."
James Barnes	Maybe whatever he was doing off 'out of town' gave him some perspective... or maybe he's just in a really good mood tonight. Either way, Bucky still has that sad-sack, hangdog way of looking, but he's not ACTING it. At least, not tonight. He returns the kiss. "I dunno. I think I'd consider it, if it was YOU eating my face... but we can figure that out after the jazz night."
Darcy Lewis	"If it was me eating your anything else," Darcy retorts, grin turning mischievious in a heartbeat. The sad is there but he's riding above it. Darcy aims to help him stay there. "After jazz night sounds good. I shouldn't put out on the first date, after all."
James Barnes	Bucky smiles, and has a sip of beer. See, these are the dirty jokes he missed. It's not the same when the dirty jokes are coming out of some Navy SEAL type strapped down with 60 pounds of tactical equipment. "That's fair," he says. "I wouldn't dream of trying to push you toward anything inappropriate." He steals a second kiss, and then settles in with Darcy, to survey the wonderful world of baking in an outdoor tent.