[In the realm of how Tony lives his life, being late for a date is probably a more standard expectation of him. Always caught up in his work which can oftentimes read as overt carelessness. But he made sure not to do that to Bucky. Not tonight. And hopefully not ever, though he's not sure that's a promise he can make.
Thankfully, though, not tonight. Yes. Right on time. Which is not the standard for him.
And maybe when Bucky tells him he's coming down he should step further away from the door, maybe go to the car and just wait, but he just finds himself stuck, hands in his pockets for a moment until he just barely hears the footfalls down the entryway and then the door is opening.
Greeted with the full force of him, having to catch his balance to avoid tumbling further out onto the sidewalk. He lifts a hand to Bucky's arm to steady himself, more than anything, and grins at him after taking him all in.
It's the compliment, though, that catches him a little off guard. It shouldn't. They've been flirting with this idea, and with each other, for a long time now. And he's probably heard every variation anyone could come up with, to tell him similar ideas. But...
For some reason that grin gets a little sheepish, more of a warm smile for a flicker of a moment. Crush is a juvenile word, but it might be the only one he can think of in that moment.]
You clean up good. I knew you would. [Boasting only a little, and only playfully. Finally his hand leaves Bucky's arm so that he can gesture at the car.] I think we'll be on time for the reservation, too.
[Nudging him just a little over to the car where he actually opens Bucky's door for him. On his best behavior tonight, certainly.] Usually places like this expect I'll be fashionably late.
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Thankfully, though, not tonight. Yes. Right on time. Which is not the standard for him.
And maybe when Bucky tells him he's coming down he should step further away from the door, maybe go to the car and just wait, but he just finds himself stuck, hands in his pockets for a moment until he just barely hears the footfalls down the entryway and then the door is opening.
Greeted with the full force of him, having to catch his balance to avoid tumbling further out onto the sidewalk. He lifts a hand to Bucky's arm to steady himself, more than anything, and grins at him after taking him all in.
It's the compliment, though, that catches him a little off guard. It shouldn't. They've been flirting with this idea, and with each other, for a long time now. And he's probably heard every variation anyone could come up with, to tell him similar ideas. But...
For some reason that grin gets a little sheepish, more of a warm smile for a flicker of a moment. Crush is a juvenile word, but it might be the only one he can think of in that moment.]
You clean up good. I knew you would. [Boasting only a little, and only playfully. Finally his hand leaves Bucky's arm so that he can gesture at the car.] I think we'll be on time for the reservation, too.
[Nudging him just a little over to the car where he actually opens Bucky's door for him. On his best behavior tonight, certainly.] Usually places like this expect I'll be fashionably late.