Stiles Wilson

[14.] F I R S T__D A T E

Stiles sighed when a text came through on his phone. Currently, he and Bucky were having dinner, takeaways from his favorite Beacon Hills diner, which of course consisted of hamburgers, curly fries, and milkshakes. Even to this day, Stiles never forgot the curly fries. He sat forward on the couch setting his milkshake down and picking up his phone to check who it was.

Scott McCall

Hey, dude.
I've texted everyone in the pack
and they're up for a movie marathon tomorrow night.
You better not bail on me, Stiles Stilinski.

"Who is it?" Bucky asked, noticing Stiles's slight irritation that was also mixed somehow with slight fondness.

"Scott," Stiles said, turning his phone for Bucky to read the message. "You sure you're okay to do this Whitewolf?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Bucky pulled Stiles closer to him, wrapping his arms around the assassin before simply nodding. "Stop worrying about it, Stiles. I said I could handle it, didn't I?"

"I know but I don't want you to push yourself, James," Stiles said seriously. "If you're not ready to be in a room full of people, especially people you don't know... I just don't want you to force yourself because you think it'll make me happy."

"Won't you be happy?" Bucky questioned.

"I'm happy whenever you're by my side but that's beside the point-"

"Then it's fine," the soldier cut him off. Bucky soothed his hand up and down Stiles's arm to reassure him. "With you around it won't matter even if an army surrounds me. I can focus only on you and that'll keep me calm and stable. I can't hide from people for the rest of my life. I know how important your friends, this pack is to you. I'm really fine doing this, Stiles," Bucky promised.

"You'll let me know if you get overwhelmed?" Stiles asked.

"Are you worried I'll hurt them?"

Stiles rolled his eyes with a scoff. "They're a pack of supernatural creatures, Whitewolf. They can hold their own if they have to. I'm worried about you. I don't want you suffering any more than you already have; physically or emotionally."

"Meeting my boyfriend's friends shouldn't be too life-threatening," Bucky stated.

"We can only hope," Stiles joked. "I'll text Scott back so that he can get off my ass and sleep peacefully tonight."

"What time do we have to be there?" Bucky asked, his chin resting against Stiles's shoulder.

"Around six, I think. Why?"

"Because we're in your hometown. We're only going to be here for a few more days and I wanted to take you on a first date," Bucky replied.

Stiles's eyes widened at that and he accidentally dropped his phone. It landed on the floor with a thud but the assassin couldn't care less about it. "A date? You and me? Here?" he rushed the questions out.

Bucky was a little nervous. This would be his first date since the World War period. Stiles meant a lot and he didn't want to screw up.

"Is that okay? Do you want to go on a date with me, Red?"

"Are you kidding me?!" Stiles exclaimed. "Fuck, yes! I want to go on a date with you, Whitewolf! Of course, I want to go on a date with you. Anytime. Anywhere. It doesn't matter. God, finally! I feel like I've been waiting for you to ask that for a lifetime already."

"Calm down," Bucky chuckled.

"Calm down? After you just freaking asked me out on a date? Yeah, like that's going to happen," Stiles retorted sarcastically. He then turned around in the soldier's embrace and threw himself at him in a hug. Stiles kissed Bucky, capturing his lips eagerly and letting himself forget everything except for right now. Bucky kissed him back, letting his flesh hand tangle in the assassin's hair while his metal arm kept a secure hold around his waist.