Preperation
Bucky’s POV
Bucky was grinning like an idiot when he entered his room, closing the door behind him.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had been on a date, not like he had much opportunity to over the past few months. It had been about half a year since HYDRA had been supposedly disbanded and Bucky had begun to have his memories return.
At first they had been mostly about Steve in the forties but soon less enjoyable memories began to surface. By now he could remember every person he had ever killed or harmed. Sometimes he wished he could forget which was why he would ask Thor for his Asgardian liquor at parties.
At this point he wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell Iris about his past, or if he even could. He didn’t want to scare her away but he felt horrible for keeping so many secrets from her.
Maybe I’ll begin with some small things, nothing to traumatizing. Bucky thought to himself. He began pacing around his semi-bare room. He never was a huge fan of mementos so the walls were bare. The shelving unit on the far end of the living room contained a few old Captain America comics which he found amusing.
His closet was a similar story. He only had a few simple shirts, jeans and shoes, nothing fancy. Bucky wished he had bought something nice for the date but it was too late now.
Bucky looked down at the clock on his bedside table. 4:09. He still had just under two hours until the date and he had no idea what to do.
Let’s just start with a shower.
Bucky stripped off his boots and socks before pulling off the rest of his clothes. He wasn’t uncomfortable with the open window in front of the bath, knowing well that no one could see him. However, even if they could he still wouldn’t have cared. HYDRA had basically removed all his boundaries long ago.
The one thing Bucky couldn’t live without was the feeling of being clean. That was a luxury that he didn’t have for 70 years so now he would take multiple showers a day. He remembered the day Steve had found him in some back alley in New York he had taken a three-hour long shower before sleeping for nearly thirty hours straight.
Bucky felt his entire body relax as he stepped under the silky warm stream. Bucky felt the water falter for no more than a split second. It was nothing but a small dip in pressure before it returned to normal bur he noticed. He knew it meant someone else on this floor had turned on the shower as well.
Iris. Bucky couldn’t help but imagine her standing in next to him in the shower, their bodies pressed against each other. He imagined his hands moving down her skin carefully but still dominantly.
Stop it Buck. Bucky forced the thoughts from his mind but a few images still resided in the back of his retinas.
After washing himself and his hair quickly, Bucky stepped out the shower, grabbing a towel as he walked across the cold tile floor. He walked into his bedroom as he wrapped the towel around his waist before pulling open the closet.
Usually Bucky would grab the first two things he could see but this time he was a little more particular. He wanted to look good but had no idea how.
In the end he decided on a pair of dark blue jeans, a blue-grey t-shirt with a maroon top with a few white buttons on top and a brown cargo jacket. He wished he had something a little dressier but this was the best he could do for now.
Even though Bucky didn’t want to he still ended up grabbing a pair of leather gloves and a cap as to disguise himself from the public. The last thing Bucky needed were reporters or police.
He looked back down at the clock. 4:46. Bucky sighed. Still an hour to go.
Bucky looked out the open window on the far end of the bedroom. Even after seeing the modern world the first time six months ago the view never ceased to amaze him. New York was much larger than in the 1940s. IT was also much louder and much busier. The lights were always on and bright. Sometimes Bucky would sit for hours, just watching cars and people from above.
Bucky sat on the edge of the bed staring out the window for a good amount of time before looking back down at the clock. 5:51. It was mid-June so the sun was still relatively high but it had begun to set.
At this point the nerves had begun the set in. Bucky stepped out the room and raced to the elevator, for some reason not wanting to accidently run into Iris prematurely.
He stepped into the elevator telling FRIDAY to go to the first floor. He walked through the open area that was cut off from the lobby until he got to the garage door.
When he walked in he saw Iris already standing there, admiring one of the cars. His breath hitched as she looked up at him. She was wearing a black dress with thick straps that just covered her shoulders. The neckline dipped between her breasts perfectly. It reminded him of what girls wore in the 40s although it was slightly more casual.
Here goes nothing. Bucky took a deep breath before descending into the garage to the smiling Iris.