chapt 5; whiskey neat, coffee black 🥃
“Anyway, regardless of the state of the other teams, I have a proposition for you.”
Buck raised a curious eyebrow, willing him onwards.
“If we win, you give me your number.”
Silence fell between them as Buck appeared to consider the offer, his arms unfurling as he rubbed a hand against his jaw. Bucky couldn’t tell if he was fucking with him or not. Five seconds suddenly felt like five hours. Eventually, Buck gave a hint of a nod, his expression breaking out in a small, private smile.
“Okay, you’re on. You guys win, I’ll give you my number.”
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