Just Our Luck
Bucky’s POV
Bucky had been hesitating telling Iris about his past. He was afraid she’d stand up and run the other direction once she knew what he had done. Calm down Buck, just tell her about before HYDRA. But that didn’t happen. Once Bucky started talking he couldn’t stop. He could remember telling anyone about his time as the Winter Soldier. He hadn’t even told Steve everything although Steve probably knew more about him from than he let on from the data dump Natasha had done.
“And then Steve found me in some alley right here in New York. I don’t really remember much in between SHIELD’s fall and when Steve found me. I’m pretty sure I went to Romania but I don’t ever remember coming back.” Bucky had finished leaving all his secrets in the open just as Iris had not so long ago. Of course he had left out the torture and the assassinations but at least now he wasn’t totally unknown to her. Bucky half expected her to stand up and leave but she didn’t.
“Now my past seems like nothing compared to all the shit you went through.” Was all Iris said. She didn’t seem scared but Bucky needed to make sure there was no risk in loosing her. Is this what love feels like? If so I have no fucking clue what to do…
“Are you scared of me?” Iris looked confused.
“Hey, Bucky everyone has some sort of crap in their past. Some worst than others, and in your case, much worse. But our past doesn’t define the now, especially because it wasn’t you, it was HYDRA.”
“So you’re not going to run screaming out the door?” Iris let out a light laugh.
“No, I am going to get on that motorbike and ride straight back to the tower with you."
“Thank God.” Bucky was relieved. Iris chuckled.
“Let’s get out of here. And forget what I said about coming back, this place is pretty shit, no offense.” Iris quickly added to the end of her sentence. Bucky smiled. Both of them had barely eaten half their lukewarm breakfast/dinner. Most of the food had been undercooked and tasted off.
“None taken. It really has gone down since the last time I was here.”
“And when was that?”
“1941.”
“Are you serious” Iris looked shocked.
“Yeah. A while ago I heard this place was still open I just never came.”
“Why not?”
“I never had a beautiful dame to accompany me.”
“Careful Mr. Barnes, your Brooklyn is showing.”
Bucky shivered at Iris called him Mr. Barnes. He hoped it wasn’t noticeable but he could deny something that rose inside him.
After a second of silence Iris waved down the flirty waitress from earlier. For him she was really not his type. She was too fake; which Bucky had seen a lot of recently. Iris was much more down to earth, like the girls in the 40s. However, she was much more headstrong which Bucky loved.
“Check please.” Iris asked the waitress. She huffed before walking to get their check.
“A+ customer service.” Iris rolled her eyes.
“It use to be must better back then.”
“I bet it was.”
The waitress returned, throwing the receipt which was tucked into a little folder down on the table, waiting impatiently by them.
Iris began pulling something out of her bag which Bucky realized was a one-hundred-dollar bill. Where did she even get that?
“Let me pay, my treat.” Bucky pushed her hand away lightly before pulling some money out of his pocket.
“I’ve never been someone to turn down a free meal so go straight ahead.”
“So that’s all I am, a free meal?” Bucky joked. Iris rolled her eyes. The waitress hovering above them glared down angrily. Before Iris could respond with another witty comment the waitress interrupted.
“I haven’t got all day.”
“Well thank God it’s night then.” Iris mumbled. Bucky resisted the urge to smirk and handed the waitress exact change.
“Come on angel, lets get out of here.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Iris and Bucky stood up, walking out the door laughing. Bucky didn’t even realize Iris had given back his coat. He was planning to give it to her to wear again as they got on the motorcycle but there was a slight flaw in his plan.
“Bucky, where’s the bike?”
“Oh God, Steve’s gonna kill me.”
Iris and Bucky shared one glance before they broke down laughing. Bucky wasn’t even sure why but he didn’t mind. Their wheezing breaths were soon interrupted by a few chilled drops of rain.
They booth looked up to watch the rain pick up momentum before it began pouring in bucketfuls.
“Of course this would happen.” Iris was laughing, sounding more amused than frustrated.
“Just our luck.” Bucky returned. “Well, I guess we’re walking until we can find a cab.” Bucky pulled his coat off his arm and wrapped it around Iris. She took it gratefully, her lively eyes glittering with delight staring into his.
“Let’s go!” Iris grabbed his hand, pulling him along through the soaked streets of New York.