[She listens, only partway paying attention to where she's driving. He is out of that station, and that is all that really matters to her. She's gleaned enough from his half-stories and smothered facts to know that coming back here, coming back to all of this, hasn't been easy for him. Diana has ended up doing a lot more legally- and morally-gray things in the past century than she would have expected after leaving Themyscira; so who is she to judge? Anyway, she isn't that kind of god.
If he wants to tell her more, he will. Diana has that simple trust in Bucky, the same she extends to all men.
The corners of her lips kick up, and she glances at him briefly. She won't lie to him, and she sounds a little amused as she speaks.]
I was up early. But if you truly do insist, I could eat. I would be surprised if they fed you before releasing you. [She's being polite. It's time for second breakfast.]
[ the soft glow of morning bathes the interaction with a sense of safety - that's what bucky would call it. safe. the two of them, clad in civilian clothes, driving through the streets like they've both not witnessed some of the worst that people can be.
few people would understand the preciousness of small, calm moments like this. few still would understand what the color of it would be like over time, filtered under decades upon decades of loss.
he knows of a place they could go, and tells her where to turn. it shouldn't be too busy yet; they could get a nice table with clear views of all exits, and order a hearty breakfast – pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, maybe some chocolate chip or banana slices, eggs cooked to perfection, crisp bacon with just the right thickness for a satisfying bite. petrol-tasting coffee, too, or the sweetest flavored milk they can manage. it's a good way to spend a morning. ]
So, uhm. What have you been up to? Other than fishing me out of trouble?
sorry for the delay, was traveling for work! no worries if you prefer to move on
[This sort of simple peace is something Diana will never take for granted; leaving Themyscira made her realize that moments like this were more precious than she had ever realized. Perhaps she had begun to understand it before then, when Antiope had died. Regardless, even if cruising towards some diner in the early morning isn't something she could have imagined before, she's grateful for it.
The place is more or less empty still, and a quick smile and soft word to the hostess situates them at the ideal table. The menus are a little sticky, but the table is clean and the aromas drifting out of the kitchen are promising. She relaxes back into the booth, only half perusing the menu, as most of her attention is on Bucky still.
She smiles, somehow looking like she belongs in that diner booth despite the ichor running through her veins.]
Oh, you know, antiquities restoration and acquisition. Museum things. Saving-the-world things. [She ways it like it's a joke, but it's an honest account.] And what have you been up to, besides getting into trouble?
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If he wants to tell her more, he will. Diana has that simple trust in Bucky, the same she extends to all men.
The corners of her lips kick up, and she glances at him briefly. She won't lie to him, and she sounds a little amused as she speaks.]
I was up early. But if you truly do insist, I could eat. I would be surprised if they fed you before releasing you. [She's being polite. It's time for second breakfast.]
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few people would understand the preciousness of small, calm moments like this. few still would understand what the color of it would be like over time, filtered under decades upon decades of loss.
he knows of a place they could go, and tells her where to turn. it shouldn't be too busy yet; they could get a nice table with clear views of all exits, and order a hearty breakfast – pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, maybe some chocolate chip or banana slices, eggs cooked to perfection, crisp bacon with just the right thickness for a satisfying bite. petrol-tasting coffee, too, or the sweetest flavored milk they can manage. it's a good way to spend a morning. ]
So, uhm. What have you been up to? Other than fishing me out of trouble?
sorry for the delay, was traveling for work! no worries if you prefer to move on
The place is more or less empty still, and a quick smile and soft word to the hostess situates them at the ideal table. The menus are a little sticky, but the table is clean and the aromas drifting out of the kitchen are promising. She relaxes back into the booth, only half perusing the menu, as most of her attention is on Bucky still.
She smiles, somehow looking like she belongs in that diner booth despite the ichor running through her veins.]
Oh, you know, antiquities restoration and acquisition. Museum things. Saving-the-world things. [She ways it like it's a joke, but it's an honest account.] And what have you been up to, besides getting into trouble?