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Yeah, you've shown that all right already.

[Hey, he's not going to deny it. There's nothing to gain from doing so anyway.]

Vodka it is then. [He's teasing, of course. He's totally picking both bottles, because why not have both ready when you can't get drunk anyway?

Thirty minutes on the dot and Bucky is knocking on Donna's door. When she opens the door, he's leaning against the door frame, smiling charmingly at her, raising a bag containing the booze, hydrating drinks and munchies up to her line of sight:]

Special delivery for Miss Troy?

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Fucker.

[ it makes her laugh, she doesn't care what he brings.

but Donna is surprised to open the door and find him with a bag full of supplies instead of a bottle in hand. the preparation involved earns a smile, and she steps aside to let him in. now that they're both back in New York, she welcomes him to the place where she actually lives. her apartment isn't nearly as high tech (or as spacious) as the Tower. it's cozy; full of warm-lighting and carefully spaced out photographs, a combination of older items and distressed wood. she shuts the door and locks it, since well - it's New York, and they both have more than their fair share of enemies.]

I was under the impression I was getting you and maybe a bottle of vodka.

[ but she takes the bag from him and sets it on her counter, amusement settling over her features as she peeks inside.]

You never show up empty-handed, do you?

[ it reminds her of Christmas, when he'd basically tried breaking into the place, but he'd come with presents. there's a heat in her eyes even as Donna jokes about it; she'd sent him that text because she wanted him. the rest of it just reminds her that he's making an actual effort, and that means she's going to spend the rest of her evening making sure she wears him down for having gone to the trouble.

and also (maybe more honestly), just because she wants to. she abandons the bag on the counter and closes the distance between them, reaching up to ease a hand against the back of his neck and guide him into a warm, lingering kiss to welcome him to her place.]

It's good to see you, Bucky.

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[He walks into her apartment with a small smile, giving the place a quick look around as he takes off his leather coat. It feels more like her, more...warm and genuine than the Titans tower he visited on Christmas Eve. His gaze stops on one of her photographs showing a lush forest that covered hills and mountains, a tall waterfall in the background. He knows that place well: just beyond the mountain with the waterfall are the hidden boundaries of Wakanda. He would have to ask Donna about it, maybe once they've gone through at least the bottle of whiskey and a few orgasms. He chuckles lightly at her words:]

Well, I thought I sweetened the pot. You know, to cover for any shortcomings I might have. And my mom taught me to always be prepared.

[He leans over quite easily when she pulls him in for a kiss, and his vibranium arm wraps around her waist, pressing her body against his as he kisses her back. He doesn't let go of her when she breaks the kiss, instead running the tip of his nose against the bridge of hers:]

Mmm, it's nice to see you too, Donna. [He steals another quick but warm kiss from her lips before he asks:]

So. Booze or orgasms first?

[Why yes, he's hell bent on delivering onto his promise.]

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Really not seeing any shortcomings from where I'm standing, Bucky.

[ her eyebrows lift teasingly to the suggestion, roaming along his body as if to point out there's not much she could legitimately find fault with here. sex, snacks, and a guy who's a pretty solid match for her when it comes to abilities. they'll hold their own against each other just fine.

it helps that she genuinely likes him, though that's not the sort of thing Donna offers up easily. they're a half hour train ride away from each other, she's willing to take that for what it is and see where this goes. though it is, immediately, going to start with orgasms. she laughs at the thought of starting with alcohol first, reaching down to slide her hand into his - human or vibranium makes no difference to her, though she likes the warmth enough to reach for his human hand first.]

Oh, orgasms. Definitely orgasms.

[ so hopefully he won't mind if she leaves the food on the counter and drags him towards her bedroom - small enough that her bed takes up most of the open space, while simultaneously large enough that she has a good sized bed in there. her fingers are still twined around his when she pulls him in for another kiss, a little sharper this time now that they've found their starting place.]