Pt 5. Frickin’ Winter Soldier
6. A National Superhero Makes a Guest Appearance
If you were being honest, it was weird dating a
ninety-year-old assassin with a metal arm. But like, a good weird. Not to
mention, he spoke Russian and that was pretty hot. As well as the fact that
assassins have some pretty delicious muscles, which you were all too happy to
He was also surprisingly…normal; and sweet, as well as
romantic. Since he was from the 1940s he had 1940s manners – he held doors open
for you, opened car doors, pulled out your chair. However, he was a ridiculous
You tried to keep your face straight as you felt the cool
touch of his silver fingers running up your leg under the table. You couldn’t
stop the smile, however, as he started to draw shapes into your skin. “Jay,” you whispered, trying to keep your
You felt his lips slowly kiss your shoulder, saying smugly:
“Yes, dear?” You rolled your eyes at his little act.
“I thought men from the 1940s were polite and respectful?”
you wondered, turning so your faces were inches apart. He shrugged nonchalantly,
“Most were,” he smirked. You grinned at him, pecking his lips slowly. You
couldn’t say you minded his lack of boundaries, too much.
“Are we late?” a meek voices wondered. When you look up Shay
is standing by the table with her high school sweetheart, Owen. You shook your
head, “Nope, right on time.”
“Oh, good,” she smiles, moving to sit on your left side and
Owen next to her.
“Jay, you already met Shay,” you motioned to the petite
blonde, “And this is her boyfriend Owen.” Owen stuck out his calloused hand, he
was in construction, and without missing a beat Jay shook it.
“No Veronica?” Shay asked. You shook your head, “Not yet.”
The waiter came and went twice before Veronica and her
current boyfriend showed up. She rushed in, mumbling excuses hurriedly. She
paused at the two open seats and said, “Bobby, this is Owen, Shay, (y/n) and
Jay,” she motioned to each of you in turn and continued, “Guys, this is Bobby,” she gushed, hanging on him for a
“Sup?” Bobby said, looking less than thrilled to be in the
café. You cast a sideways glance at Jay, who seemed to feel the awkward tension
just as much. His hand is just resting on your thigh now, having paused because
of the introductions. He’s tapping his fingers against your knee now, as though
it is a habit.
You place your orders and attempt to keep up polite
conversation while ignoring the goo-goo eyes Veronica was making at Bobby. But
all of this was fine until a national superhero made a guest appearance in your
“Bucky?!” someone exclaimed from across the restaurant. It
took you a second before you realized who Bucky was. You looked at your partner
wide eyed, but he was staring straight ahead. You followed his line of sight to
find it locked on a tall muscly blonde guy, with a surprised look on his face.
“Steve,” his whispered. Then he had grasped your hand
tightly and was pulling you swiftly from the restaurant.
“I’ll call you!” you called to your friends as you raced out
of restaurant clueless.
“Jay!” you yelled, “James!” you continued, as you traveled
down the sidewalk, almost tripping on your feet because of the speed. “Bucky!”
you said at last, desperate to get his attention. He halted immediately,
looking at you wildly.
“Jay,” you whispered, all of your questions in your eyes. He
took a deep breath, sighing solemnly. Before you could even blink he had swung
you onto his back and was racing back in the direction of your apartment.
Back inside, he placed you gently on your feet. “Jay,” you
whispered, resting your hands on his shoulders. You moved your hands to rest
gently on his cheeks.
He looks up to meet your eyes and gives you a small, sad
smile. “Sorry,” he whispered. You raised your eyebrows, somewhat freaked out by
the scene that had just played out for you.
You coughed awkwardly before deciding to lead with a joke, “Who
was that? Your old boyfriend?” There was a long pause and when you glanced at
Jay his face looked serious.
“James!” you exclaimed, inadvertently using his full name in
“No, no!” he said waving his hands frantically. “He was my
You took a breath saying, “In the…40s?” He nodded, looking
solemn. You sucked in your breath when a realization hit you, “Wait a second…that
was, Captain America?” it came out as a question. He nodded again, refusing to
meet your eyes.
he finally looked up, he seemed even more downtrodden, “Yeah, I guess there’s
some stuff I still haven’t told you about.”