[He didn't expect her to ask him over that very night, so her invitation comes as a surprise, but not an unwelcomed one. And as unexpected as this is, Bucky finds that he can't turn her down, no matter how nervous it might make him. He'd spent the night before wide awake, wondering how taking her up on her drunken dare would have felt. He wants to know, more than anything in the world right now, and Nat is right: waiting isn't going to do anything other than worsen his desire for her. And hers for him too, apparently.]
I think this is the first time I wish I could fly.
I'll be there as soon as traffic lets me.
[A little under forty-five minutes is what it takes him to get to her place from his, and that's only because he didn't always follow traffic regulations. He loves Brooklyn, but at times, he forgets how much busier the whole city has become.
He's leaning against her apartment's doorframe when she opens the door, a small, almost nervous smile on his lips:]
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I think this is the first time I wish I could fly.
I'll be there as soon as traffic lets me.
[A little under forty-five minutes is what it takes him to get to her place from his, and that's only because he didn't always follow traffic regulations. He loves Brooklyn, but at times, he forgets how much busier the whole city has become.
He's leaning against her apartment's doorframe when she opens the door, a small, almost nervous smile on his lips:]
Hey.