[ he heads into the kitchen and fills the kettle with water, setting it on the gas to boil, and getting his coffee out of the cupboard. ]
Not a lot of dames like you on the streets.
[ he picks dames up all the time, but it's usually in a flirty manner, and if they came up to his rooms, it's usually with the intention of doing something inappropriate.
normally, the only dame who visits his place for perfectly innocent reasons is his sister. and she doesn't like coming in often either, on account of all his neighbors being equally single and very much not related to her.
he gets two mugs set up on the counter and turns back to see her standing by the door. while he waits for the water to boil, he walks up to her and relieves her of his coat, which he hangs up on the hook by the door, and ushers her inside. ]
[Daisy teases, allowing him to lead the way into his home before taking a seat at the small table. It's definitely small, but she can only imagine how expensive a place like this would go in her time. Still holding onto her purse, Daisy places it in her lap causally, as if there's not a gun in there.]
I've had better.
[Daisy admits. Only it's not because her make believe Uncle died. Spotting a newspaper on the table, Daisy turns it to look at the date while his back is to her. 1941. Oh, she fucked up. Big time. Maybe drinking wasn't a bad idea, but she's not about to ask him if he's got anything.]
You said you just got off a double shift? Where do you work?
[She talks casually, as if she's not on the verge of exploding from a whole mixture of emotions.]
[ at least, that's his policy. saves him on a lot of fights, to just willfully misinterpret insults sometimes. not that he's insulting her - but her situation isn't exactly a compliment, it's a whole mess that he'll try his best to help with, but he can only do so much.
he goes back to the kitchen to wait on the water to boil, and see if he's got anything to go along with it in his cupboard or fridge - score, he hasn't polished off the last of his mother's pie, so he goes ahead and cuts out two pieces. it's a precious treat these days, rations being what they are, but he was brought up to share what he has, and make do.
it's going to be a while until the water boils, so he leans his back against the counter and faces her. ]
I work down at the port. Are you headed back to California? Do you have a place to stay?
[ he thinks it's pretty clear he's not buying her hotel story, or the drink - now more than ever, she's completely lucid - but he doesn't need to rub her bad fibs in her face, they can just go ahead and gloss right over them, and deal with what is. ]
[Daisy's lips pressing together when he, subtly, calls her bluff. At least on the front of her not having a place to stay right now. She could've figured it out, but it might've been harder with no technology to help her in getting a room.]
Don't really have a plan, wasn't really thinking that far ahead.
[There's still anger brewing in her. She wants nothing more than to go through with her plan, but how was she supposed to do that now? She needs to get back home, but is that even a guarantee?]</small
[ it's not ideal; he'll be sleeping on the floor, it's hardly respectable, and he doesn't really have excess supplies, but they'll make do. once he deems her safe, he can take her to his folks' place - they reacted well enough when he picked up steve, he can't imagine they'll be less receptive to a young woman in need, who just lost a family member.
they all know what that's like, and they weren't alone for it.
there's a moment of quiet, and then the water mercifully starts to boil, and bucky can busy himself making coffee. he brings her cup over along with the piece of pie first, sets both down in front of her, and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder. ]
Whatever's happening, you'll have a harder time going at it alone. If you want to talk, I'm listening.
[Daisy shakes her head at his offer. This was a bad idea, agreeing to even come here with him. She should've just stuck with her story and went to a hotel. She feels guilty with how kind he's being to her, when her intention was to kill someone.
She also feels awful for him. He seems so nice, and yet she knows he'll become a killer soon enough he'll be manipulated by HYDRA to do their dirty work.]
[ get some help before things become worse? he heads back to the kitchen for his own cup of coffee and piece of pie, and takes the seat in front of her.
this is becoming a pattern with him, isn't it, gravitating towards stubborn people in need who won't allow themselves to admit they have needs, that it's not a sign of weakness but a sign of humanity?
well, he's got plenty of practice at this dance, he can do it with his eyes closed. ]
I'm offering, you can take me up on it. It's a question of wanting to.
[Pressing her lips together, Daisy looks down at the pie and coffee in front of her. She's even less hungry now than she was a few minutes ago as the guilt gnaws away at her stomach.]
I appreciate that, but, I can't.
[What if she let something slip? It could screw up the whole timeline. Fitz was going to chew her head off whenever she managed to get back.]
[ whatever it is that's gone wrong in her life, beyond her uncle's death, he can tell it's big, it's weighing heavily on her.
she has no reason to trust him, and he's got no right to pry. that doesn't mean he can't call it like he sees it. ]
Whatever it is, you don't have to square up to it alone. I know you don't know me, but it doesn't seem like you've got anyone else around - might as well give it a try?
[ he can be spontaneous, thank you very much. but leave everything and just go? no, never. he's got a family here, responsibilities. and he's never wanted to be on his own.
[ it's his turn to raise an eyebrow at her. really? ]
Look, if you really want to leave, I won't keep you. [ he's got no right to, and he doesn't know her or her situation - except instinct's telling him she's in trouble, and he wants to help. ] I'd like to think you'd get offered a hand anywhere you go, but other places aren't quite as friendly as Brooklyn. So at least sleep on it.
[She wants to point out that she wasn't the one who asked for help, but ends up stopping herself before the words can leave her lips. After all, it wouldn't be fair of her to take out her frustrations on him.]
Okay.
[Daisy smiles a tight smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Would she actually get any sleep tonight? Probably not. There's also the chance she might just dip out the moment he's out.]
You going to drink your coffee before it gets cold?
[Yes, that was a very obvious attempt to switch topics.]
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Date: 2021-06-11 05:06 pm (UTC)[ he heads into the kitchen and fills the kettle with water, setting it on the gas to boil, and getting his coffee out of the cupboard. ]
Not a lot of dames like you on the streets.
[ he picks dames up all the time, but it's usually in a flirty manner, and if they came up to his rooms, it's usually with the intention of doing something inappropriate.
normally, the only dame who visits his place for perfectly innocent reasons is his sister. and she doesn't like coming in often either, on account of all his neighbors being equally single and very much not related to her.
he gets two mugs set up on the counter and turns back to see her standing by the door. while he waits for the water to boil, he walks up to her and relieves her of his coat, which he hangs up on the hook by the door, and ushers her inside. ]
Have a seat, you've had quite a day.
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Date: 2021-06-11 06:01 pm (UTC)[Daisy teases, allowing him to lead the way into his home before taking a seat at the small table. It's definitely small, but she can only imagine how expensive a place like this would go in her time. Still holding onto her purse, Daisy places it in her lap causally, as if there's not a gun in there.]
I've had better.
[Daisy admits. Only it's not because her make believe Uncle died. Spotting a newspaper on the table, Daisy turns it to look at the date while his back is to her. 1941. Oh, she fucked up. Big time. Maybe drinking wasn't a bad idea, but she's not about to ask him if he's got anything.]
You said you just got off a double shift? Where do you work?
[She talks casually, as if she's not on the verge of exploding from a whole mixture of emotions.]
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Date: 2021-06-11 06:12 pm (UTC)[ at least, that's his policy. saves him on a lot of fights, to just willfully misinterpret insults sometimes. not that he's insulting her - but her situation isn't exactly a compliment, it's a whole mess that he'll try his best to help with, but he can only do so much.
he goes back to the kitchen to wait on the water to boil, and see if he's got anything to go along with it in his cupboard or fridge - score, he hasn't polished off the last of his mother's pie, so he goes ahead and cuts out two pieces. it's a precious treat these days, rations being what they are, but he was brought up to share what he has, and make do.
it's going to be a while until the water boils, so he leans his back against the counter and faces her. ]
I work down at the port. Are you headed back to California? Do you have a place to stay?
[ he thinks it's pretty clear he's not buying her hotel story, or the drink - now more than ever, she's completely lucid - but he doesn't need to rub her bad fibs in her face, they can just go ahead and gloss right over them, and deal with what is. ]
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Date: 2021-06-11 06:31 pm (UTC)Don't really have a plan, wasn't really thinking that far ahead.
[There's still anger brewing in her. She wants nothing more than to go through with her plan, but how was she supposed to do that now? She needs to get back home, but is that even a guarantee?]</small
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Date: 2021-06-11 06:41 pm (UTC)[ it's not ideal; he'll be sleeping on the floor, it's hardly respectable, and he doesn't really have excess supplies, but they'll make do. once he deems her safe, he can take her to his folks' place - they reacted well enough when he picked up steve, he can't imagine they'll be less receptive to a young woman in need, who just lost a family member.
they all know what that's like, and they weren't alone for it.
there's a moment of quiet, and then the water mercifully starts to boil, and bucky can busy himself making coffee. he brings her cup over along with the piece of pie first, sets both down in front of her, and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder. ]
Whatever's happening, you'll have a harder time going at it alone. If you want to talk, I'm listening.
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Date: 2021-06-11 07:16 pm (UTC)[Daisy shakes her head at his offer. This was a bad idea, agreeing to even come here with him. She should've just stuck with her story and went to a hotel. She feels guilty with how kind he's being to her, when her intention was to kill someone.
She also feels awful for him. He seems so nice, and yet she knows he'll become a killer soon enough he'll be manipulated by HYDRA to do their dirty work.]
I'll be okay, really. I've been through worse.
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Date: 2021-06-11 07:20 pm (UTC)[ get some help before things become worse? he heads back to the kitchen for his own cup of coffee and piece of pie, and takes the seat in front of her.
this is becoming a pattern with him, isn't it, gravitating towards stubborn people in need who won't allow themselves to admit they have needs, that it's not a sign of weakness but a sign of humanity?
well, he's got plenty of practice at this dance, he can do it with his eyes closed. ]
I'm offering, you can take me up on it. It's a question of wanting to.
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Date: 2021-06-11 07:46 pm (UTC)I appreciate that, but, I can't.
[What if she let something slip? It could screw up the whole timeline. Fitz was going to chew her head off whenever she managed to get back.]
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Date: 2021-06-11 07:55 pm (UTC)[ whatever it is that's gone wrong in her life, beyond her uncle's death, he can tell it's big, it's weighing heavily on her.
she has no reason to trust him, and he's got no right to pry. that doesn't mean he can't call it like he sees it. ]
Whatever it is, you don't have to square up to it alone. I know you don't know me, but it doesn't seem like you've got anyone else around - might as well give it a try?
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Date: 2021-06-12 05:23 pm (UTC)It's not--
I'm just going where the road takes me.
[As long as that road leads to Germany, somehow.]
Haven't you ever wanted to just go somewhere without putting too much thought into it?
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Date: 2021-06-12 05:27 pm (UTC)[ he can be spontaneous, thank you very much. but leave everything and just go? no, never. he's got a family here, responsibilities. and he's never wanted to be on his own.
he likes people. they make life interesting. ]
You can't run forever
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Date: 2021-06-12 05:28 pm (UTC)[Okay, maybe she says that a little too defensively. Which is why she cuts back on her tone when she speaks up again.]
I'm just trying to find myself.
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Date: 2021-06-12 05:34 pm (UTC)Look, if you really want to leave, I won't keep you. [ he's got no right to, and he doesn't know her or her situation - except instinct's telling him she's in trouble, and he wants to help. ] I'd like to think you'd get offered a hand anywhere you go, but other places aren't quite as friendly as Brooklyn. So at least sleep on it.
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Date: 2021-06-14 01:57 pm (UTC)Okay.
[Daisy smiles a tight smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Would she actually get any sleep tonight? Probably not. There's also the chance she might just dip out the moment he's out.]
You going to drink your coffee before it gets cold?
[Yes, that was a very obvious attempt to switch topics.]