+ With her purse on her shoulder and her jacket draped over her arm, Valentina started to head towards the door, offering him one last smile.
"See you around, Buck . . . and thanks for the dance."
As he lets her go, she takes a single step back, but is careful not to back away too fast. She knows she's made, and she knows he has every right to interrogate her, but thankfully, they always 'ran into each other' in a building full of innocent people. Val wasn't after the +
it is small, almost unnoticeable, but bucky can see a tiny flicker of panic behind her green eyes when he mentions the dates. of course, he already knew that she was sent by someone, that she had much more information than she was leading him to believe, but the momentary +
+ him a smile, moving to grab her coat. She only turned sideways to him, though, and never fully turned her back on him as she responded.
"You know me well enough by now to know I'll be here in a few days, huh? Maybe my friend was right and I should cut down on my drinking." +
+ smile fell over her face before she glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and after swearing (and making sure it was in English) under her breath, she looked up at him again.
"I didn't even realize the time."
As he looked up at her, their eyes met in a stare that could be described as anything other than what most would expect to find in their gazes. It was calculating, thoughtful, and he was clearly searching for something. She did her best to hide any emotion, though. Sure, it +
the comment she makes about the year almost makes bucky pause for a moment, the soldier wondering how she knew what year it was that he returned to the present, but he is quick to remind himself that it is all public knowledge now. natasha romanoff released all of hydra and +
+ pausing for the briefest of moments. He was onto her, and all because she was talking too much. She wasn't new to this, not in the slightest, yet his mere presence was causing her to slip.
Unacceptable.
"My mother was, actually. Guess her hobby rubbed off on me." A small +
The hesitation is clear in his eyes, but she sees no sign of aggression. Whether he is onto her or not, she has yet to piece together. Bucky is a puzzle, and one of the more complicated ones. Her job is to capture him for Hydra, yes, and she plans on doing so, but there was a +
bucky hesitates. for the second time in over seventy years, bucky hesitates, eyes flickering between valentina's outstretched hand and her face. despite what she may believe, he knows that she is only pretending to be interested in him in the way that she is. he knows that she +
+ let out a small chuckle, watching his face more carefully than their feet. He was clearly nervous about something, but what exactly that was, she couldn't tell. He may have dropped the mask her organization had given him, but the one he wore instead was just as +
+ more like a college student out of place, simply looking for her place in the world.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow . . . if you're okay with it, that is."
Moving back to the dart board, Val pulled the darts out as Bucky answered her question. Part of her was surprised by his answer, but considering the life he had been living with Hydra, it wasn't THAT much of a shock. She expected a simple 'no', but he didn't shut her down. +
bucky barely even hears the switching of songs on the jukebox due to how loud his own heartbeat is in his ears, and it actually takes him a moment to process what has happened and what has been said. but, once he does, his gaze slowly shifts towards the bartender retreating +
+ miserable lives, drowning their sorrows or celebrating their wins in their choice of poison for the night. There was only one person paying attention to them at the moment, and for Valentina, that was perfect. It was one person who could help her seem less like a ghost and +
+ dart board next to his. She didn't move, though, not wanting to push too far into his personal space. She needed to stay focused . . . and needed to keep him there.
" . . . Do you dance?"
As his hand brushed on her back, she found herself instinctively standing up straighter. It was a habit from her childhood -- if one could even consider the rigorous training she had been forced through to be a childhood. Her mentor had started gentle during each day, but it +
truly, bucky had not intended to split valentina's dart in half with his own. at most, he'd just hoped his left-handed throw would land in the center of the target at all, especially since he had not been looking when he threw it. he was not left handed, despite the extensive +
over to the jukebox. It seemed too deliberate to be accidental, and as she watched the bartender stepping away from it with a grin, she couldn't stop the small chuckle from pulling out from her.
"Of course."
Letting the last dart fly, it landed directly in the +