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You really think so? Why?

[He tilted his head a bit, looking confused. It wasn't like he hadn't been out and about some. He'd just spent most of his time in the apartment T'Challa had given him. He wasn't really sure how to interact.]

I mean...its not like I'm the only white guy here.

[He teased, bumping his shoulder against Bucky's.]

What do they call you again? White Wolf was it?

[Bucky laughs.]

Guess you're not. But it's not like they get many foreigners here, you know.

[And Bucky, in Wakandan clothing, does manage to stand out a little less.]

Yeah. White Wolf. I think it's some kind of pun.

[He holds the door open for Steve, grinning.]

It'll be fun. And then, we can have the evening to ourselves.

[He gave a nod before taking Bucky's hand and squeezing.]

Can't wait to try this food you told me about. I've mainly been stick to things I recognize, but I'll give anything a try since you seem to like it.

[Once they were inside he noticed a few people glancing at them and staring, obviously curious about the two, even if everyone knew about them.]

[He squeezes back.]

I'll order us some things you'll recognize.

[They get inside all right, but as soon as one of the wait staff notice them, one of them rushes over, looking delighted.]

White Wolf, if we had known you were coming, we would have set up a table for you!

[Bucky's smile is remarkably easy, all things considered.]

That's fine, Yonas. A regular table for two should work for us.

[The table they're lead to mostly likely doesn't resemble anything Steve is used to, but Bucky sits down on one of the benches, motioning for Steve to sit at the other.]

Took some getting used to, but this'll be fun, I promise you.

[He followed, watching the different people for a moment. He smiled and nodded here and there before the staff member came over to speak to them.]

What? No we don't...

[He blushed a bit then, clearing his throat.]

Sorry I was a bit distracted. I wouldn't want special treatment.

[Though he did eye the table, tilting his head a bit as they sat down.]

You're going to show me though, right?

[Bucky smiles.]

I know. I'm not a fan of it either, to tell you the truth. It's fine when it's the kids, 'cause usually they're just trying to distract me from my work, and take turns begging me to be on their soccer teams.

[He smiles, motioning at the table, pulling the top of the basket off to show that's it's empty.]

They'll bring a big platter of food on spongy bread and stick it in here. Food here is all about the community; big groups will sit around these, too.

They'll bring a big list of stuff. Thankfully, with all the tribal languages here, English is a lingua franca, so the menu'll be in English. Order whatever you want, they'll probably be delighted when we're both here for a second course.

There's a lotta curries, vegetables, meats too, of course. Eating takes some getting used to, but I'll walk you through it.

The little tables're where you can put your drinks.

Hey you asked me out. I'm letting you handle everything.

[He said it teasingly, reaching over and squeezing his hand, though he released it not long after that just because he wasn't sure how people here though. Honestly, he would be surprised if they weren't accepting, but he would rather not take the chance. Not after the past they came from.]

I don't mind so much. Most of the time people just ask me questions actually. Even T'Challa and Shuri have asked me about our past. About what those times were like.

[He gave a shrug before winking over at him.]

Fine, fine. I was just givin' you a choice.

[As soon as Steve's hands slips away, Bucky reaches out to grab it again, catching Steve's wrist. He winks back, pulling it closer, so Bucky can rest Steve's hand on his knee.]

No one's gonna care, Stevie. Most advanced civilization on Earth, you know. Half the Dora Milaje 're married to each other.

[It's not long before another of the wait staff comes by to get drink orders, and to give them menus. The list of food is, frankly, a little overwhelming, but Bucky looks completely confident.]

I'll order us a lot of nice stuff. How much do you think you're gonna want to eat?

[Its obvious that if left to his own devices, he would overwhelm himself. So he was glad he had told Bucky to take the reins on this one.]

Man...you weren't kidding.

[He said it with a squeeze to his knees, smiling.]

I haven't eaten since this morning and it was a power bar. I'm pretty hungry.

How about I get us as much as they can cram onto one of the platters, then?

[So he orders... well. A lot. It's not going to be nearly enough to feed them, but it's enough that the waiter's eyes go big, apparently extremely excited that White Wolf loves the food here.

Once he's left, Bucky laughs quietly.]

Now I know how you felt after you first changed 'n all. Everyone's so star-struck. It's ridiculous.

See at least you get it.

[He laughed as well, scooting a little closer and squeezing his thigh gently.]

So, if we eat all of that and end up ordering more...is he gonna make that face again?

[The smile that lit his face was contagious honestly. He was happy to be there with Bucky.]

You know...I really missed you.

[Bucky laughs again.]

Yeah, probably. I don't think they're quite used to how much I eat. They probably won't know what to think with two of us here.

[At Steve's words, he can't help himself, squeezing his hand.]

I've missed you, too. I like it when you're here, Stevie.

I like being here. I'm trying to...I want to be here more often. I don't want to leave you anymore.

[He bit his lip for a moment, smiling before leaning over and pecking his lips.]

Maybe...we could work on that together.

[He returns that kiss eagerly, chaste, because they are in public.]

I'd like that.

Want me to show you the inside of my hut after all?

I mean, if there's a chance I'm gonna be staying there a lot in the near future? Yeah, definitely.

[He smiled, leaning his forehead against Bucky's.]

Though, just remember, once you invite me in I might never leave.

You make it sound like that would be a bad thing.

[That's nearly whispered, even if it's not needed.]

I'll warn you, the hut doesn't have heating. It can get a little cold at night.

[Eventually their banter, flirting-- whatever you call it, has to stop, because the dish of food they're given is absolutely enormous. It looks kind of like a pizza, with everything carefully piled in its own individual section on spongy bread, and four rolls of what look like fancily wrapped napkins, but what Bucky is quick to show is more of the bread.]

You eat it with this.

[He tears off a decent chunk off of one of the rolls of bread, and picks up a large amount of one of the piles of food with it, eating the entire thing in one bite.]

You'd never have seen anything like this back in Brooklyn.

[Steve watched before following along with what Bucky had done. Only he looked around at all the different sections before carefully using his fingers to pick a little of this and that to pile on his bread.]

I hope this is acceptable. I really don't want to offend anyone.

[After a moment though he pushed the food into his mouth, taking a smaller bite, but still getting a mouthful.]

This is delicious.

[It was said around the mouthful and he blushed a bit.]

I'm sure it's fine.

[Bucky can't help but laugh, though.]

Glad you like it. There's so much we can try here. I bet we couldn't eat all of it tonight even if we tried. Believe me, I've tried before.

That just means we'll have to come back again.

[Steve stuffed another bite into his mouth, shrugging.]

We could make this a thing. Date night once a week maybe. Not just here. There are plenty of places to try.

[He winked, taking a drink before bumping his knee against Bucky's.]

[This is so nice. It's been a long time since he's felt this happy; it's probably because Steve is here, sharing something with him that Bucky really likes.]

I'd like that.

[He slips his hand so he can squeeze at Steve's knee.]

An entire night, just to ourselves.

Exactly. The only thing that would delay it would be missions, but we can work around those, right?

[He covered Bucky's hand with his own, squeezing before his focus was back on the food.

Everything was honestly so good. Steve couldn't find anything he didn't like on the platter and he just knew that they would have to come back to finish trying everything some other time.

He felt so relaxed and happy once they'd eaten everything, his smile easy as they talked to the waiter before he looked at Bucky, catching his eye.]

Pretty sure we couldn't eat anymore if we tried. Think its about time for us to get out of here.

I'll always wait for you, Steve.

[Bucky stretches out, a little exaggerated, but he hasn't felt this happy, this content, in... well. Pretty much forever.]

Yeah, come on.

[They've already eaten way more between the two of them than anyone has probably ever eaten in one sitting in the restaurant as it is.]

It might get a little chilly at night, but I've got a lot of wool blankets.

Good.

[He leaned over once more, pressing a kiss to his lips before shrugging.]

Can't be that chilly. I did spend 70 years in a block of ice.

[A hand clapped Bucky's thigh, giving it a meaningful squeeze before chuckling.]

And I can think of other ways we can stay warm.

[Bucky's smile when Steve leans in to kiss him is wicked. He almost doesn't want to pull free from the kiss.]

Nah, it'll be downright cozy compared to that. But night in the desert, y'know.

[He throws his right arm over Steve's shoulder, grinning.]

C'mon, let's head back.

Eh we'll handle it.

[He stood up, pulling Bucky in close before heading out of the restaurant.]

Best date ever.

[His smile is wide and bright as he walked over to the motorcycle, raising an eyebrow.]

So now you gonna romance me? All proper like you used to?

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