[WWII AU] the streets of london

[nerves_of_ice]

Becky's last letter had suggested she'd be sending a longer one soon, and between that, the previous promise of a knitting circle, and the time of year, Bucky's pretty sure that a care package will be coming their way with the next one.

Given that, it's not too hard to convince Steve that it might be nice to pick up a couple of small things to send back in appreciation when they can. And with that in mind, to suggest that maybe the Agents Carter might enjoy doing a little shopping themselves, and that it'd be only polite for the two of them to help carry packages and make sure they didn't get overcrowded on the streets, or anything like that.

He's pretty darn sure that Steve sees right through him, but his best friend agrees to it, if Bucky can talk Sharon and Peggy into the idea.

He's smiling to himself as he makes his way toward their respective quarters.

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[from_the_outside]

"I sure do. And I'm sure I'll need assistance with it," she says, solemnly, before she kisses him again.

[nerves_of_ice]

He makes a small sound against her mouth and turns in his chair so that he can put an arm around her waist and draw her down to sit on his lap.

[from_the_outside]

She lets him coax her down to his lap, then puts her arms around his neck and kisses him once more. "I had a really nice time today," she murmurs. "Did you?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm glad. And yes, I did." He holds her close in the curve of his arm and leans up into her kiss before he picks up his pen and teasingly bats at her shoulder with it.

"Letters," he says, mock-stern. "Come on, Agent."

[from_the_outside]

She mock-sighs and laughs, then releases one arm from around his neck. "Yes, sir, Sergeant," she teases. "Where were we?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He reads over the letter to check. "I'm supposed to tell her about care package stuff, I think. Plus whatever else we want to say to avoid that 'or else'."

Bucky glances up at her. "So... anything else we should tell her about you?"

[from_the_outside]

"I think probably what she wants to know most is the thing you're having the most fun not telling her," she teases. "Which is 'are we involved'?"

Not that she can blame him. She has no siblings, but it definitely seems like teasing them is one of the benefits of having them.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Who, me?" he laughs. Bucky taps the pen against the page in thought, then pulls it close so Sharon can read along as he writes.

"Steve came by while I was writing before - you've got a page from him in this packet, and a drawing he made so you can see what Sharon looks like, better than I could describe her."

He pauses for a second and presses a light kiss to her upper arm, then keeps writing. "As for that 'anything else' you asked about... okay, fine, yes, we're seeing each other. She's pretty special. But I'll let her tell you about all that in her letter."

[from_the_outside]

"Kicking the can down the road, huh, Barnes?"

But her teasing is light and fond and lacks any kind of heat. She presses a kiss to his soft hair and smiles at him. "I hope they'll approve."

[nerves_of_ice]

"They will. They may be a little surprised, but they'll approve." He smiles back at her.

"But yes, I figure you're better suited to answer questions about why the heck you agreed to go out with me in the first place, which believe me Becky will ask."

[from_the_outside]

"You trying to tell me there are people who say 'no' to that question?" she laughs. "I didn't even have to think about it."

[nerves_of_ice]

He chuckles. "There've been a few, yes."

Her aunt, for one.

[from_the_outside]

"Their loss."

And her impossible gain. She gives his temple a fond kiss. "I'll happily answer that in my letter."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with,” he says, cheerfully.

“Let’s see. I’m supposed to tell them about care package stuff…and then I’ll tell them about London at the holidays, and how it compares to New York.”

[from_the_outside]

"What will you ask for in the care package?"

Just like Steve, she suspects he'd be fine with anything they sent, to his sisters' annoyance.

[nerves_of_ice]

“That’s part of why it’s taken so long for me to write this letter,” he admits. “I really don’t know.”

Bucky shrugs. “I liked that local paper idea. I’ll say maybe they can wrap stuff in newspaper sheets. But beyond that, no clue. Socks, I guess. Maybe a pair of knitted gloves, or even two.”

[from_the_outside]

"Maybe a hat?"

She ruffles his hair with her fingers. "Keep that handsome head warm."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky grins at her. “Think I’d look cute in a cap?”

[from_the_outside]

"I think you'd look cute in anything," she laughs. "But yes."

[nerves_of_ice]

He sets down his pen so he can take her hand in his. Bucky lifts it to kiss her fingers. “Okay then. I’ll ask for a hat.”

[from_the_outside]

She traces the edge of his smile with her thumb, smiling back at him. "Excellent choice, Sergeant."

[nerves_of_ice]

He holds still and lets her, smiling back, just lost in this moment here with her.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon leans in to kiss him, very gently. "Maybe I should go back to my quarters," she murmurs. "I don't know if you'll get your letter finished if I stick around."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I don’t either,” he laughs. “Go write yours and come back? I’ll finish mine before you do.”

[from_the_outside]

"You drive a hard bargain, Barnes," she teases, before reluctantly standing up. "Give me an hour?"