Coffee
The first time they’d spoken, it had been over coffee. Rose had just arrived at the tower and was sitting in the common room, feeling out of her element, with a mug of coffee captured between trembling hands. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed when a body flopped into the seat across from her.
“Hey doll.” The voice made her start, looking up abruptly. James Barnes sat across from her, a lazy smile trailing across his face. Her heart slammed in her chest uproariously.
“H-hey.” She stammered, busying herself by taking a sip of her coffee.
“I’m Bucky. You’re Rose right, the new recruit?” He questioned, sipping on his own mug he’d brought over.
“That’s me.” She murmured, nodding.
“Hey, I read a little of your file.” She wanted to be offended but couldn’t. They had to know that they weren’t allowing a maniac on their team. “If you ever need to talk about any of it, you can come to me. I know a little bit about what that’s like.” He promised her. “Anyway, I gotta go. Sam’s gonna start whining if I don’t deliver him his coffee.” He seemed put out by the statement.
“Are you with him?” Rose blurted curiously, face turning bright red as she dropped her eyes to the cream-colored coffee. What a personal question to ask. Thankfully, Bucky didn’t seem offended by the question. He threw his head back and let out a smooth, gorgeous laugh.
“Oh no, sweetheart.” She blushed at the endearment. “I lost a bet to him. I have to deliver him his coffee for the next month.” He explained as he started to leave the kitchen, two mugs clasped in his hands. “I’m with Steve.” He called as he exited, making her choke on her coffee.