[Bucky isn't particularly ashamed that he's a basic bitch when it comes to wings. Anything too over the top - even if pineapple doesn't taste like pineapple anymore once it's been cooked - and they'll be sitting there all night with Bucky glaring at his food like it personally offended him somehow.]
I'll wait here. [He has no reason not to trust that she can't get their order. Even if he is a little wary of getting pranked by an adventurous order.
And, you know, maybe he wants to check the place out visually. Watch her back. Can't do that when they've both got their backs turned to the front door. He'd rather force himself to try something a little weird than get jumped, however slim the likelihood of that is.]
[Natasha's at ease as she slides out of the booth. None of the casual diners will note the quick way she checks her exit points and assesses the people around her as she joins the line at the counter. She doesn't doubt that he'll notice. Or that he's probably doing the same thing.
When she reaches the employee at the register, she orders six BBQ wings, six buffalo wings, then adds on three garlic parmesan and three sweet and spicy wings. Look, she can't resist the opportunity to see if she can get him to try something out of his comfort zone.
When she returns to the table, she's carrying a receipt with their order number on it and two glass bottles.] Cream soda or root beer?
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I'll wait here. [He has no reason not to trust that she can't get their order. Even if he is a little wary of getting pranked by an adventurous order.
And, you know, maybe he wants to check the place out visually. Watch her back. Can't do that when they've both got their backs turned to the front door. He'd rather force himself to try something a little weird than get jumped, however slim the likelihood of that is.]
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[Natasha's at ease as she slides out of the booth. None of the casual diners will note the quick way she checks her exit points and assesses the people around her as she joins the line at the counter. She doesn't doubt that he'll notice. Or that he's probably doing the same thing.
When she reaches the employee at the register, she orders six BBQ wings, six buffalo wings, then adds on three garlic parmesan and three sweet and spicy wings. Look, she can't resist the opportunity to see if she can get him to try something out of his comfort zone.
When she returns to the table, she's carrying a receipt with their order number on it and two glass bottles.] Cream soda or root beer?