[To say things haven't gone to plan over the past week would be an understatement. Between their trip to New York to collect his (miniscule) belongings, and his dislike of crowds in the lead up to the holiday season, it should have only been a brief trip. A quick in and out. Half a day tops so he could finally make his move to Delacroix official.
And yet, as seems to be the case when it comes to the two of them, those hours had stretched out. The knowledge of Captain America stepping off a plane at LaGuardia airport had spread like wildfire. And by the time the two of them had made it to Bucky's apartment, the paparazzi were already lying in wait. Even having the Winter Soldier staring them down hadn't been enough of a warning to get them to back off. Hadn't kept them from snapping pictures and yelling questions out with a varying degree of insensitivity. And even once they'd made it to the apartment, it hadn't kept rogue reporters or even Bucky's (former) neighbors from knocking the entire time they'd been there.
So. That'd been fun to deal with.
Naturally though, that had been the easy part. Ignoring those knocks while he'd gathered together the few clothes that were still sitting in the closet. While the two of them began packing up the barely used contents of his kitchen. It's only when the knocks had become a call, and the call had turned in to an invite, that they'd finally accepted the fact that their stay would be extended. That even carrying the shield isn't enough to protect them from being dragged in to the public eye once more.
Rogers: The musical.
The few days they'd been given to prepare had been both too long and not enough. For Bucky, at least, he'd spent the entire time fighting the urge to run. Had wanted nothing more than to put space between them and New York. It'd only been the knowledge of just how bad it would look for Sam if he opted not to go that kept him from following that instinct. (Well, that, and the unspoken promise of sex each night the two of them shared the previously unused bed in his apartment.) Sure, the offer had only been extended to him under the proviso of Sam attending the premiere. But he knows it wouldn't look good for the man if his own partner refused to attend.
So attend, he had. The two of them having to dress up for the event was an additional step that Bucky wasn't too happy to have to undertake. Though seeing Sam dressed to the nines was a definite motivator in him agreeing to head out to buy a suit anyway. And being able to get an upfront view of Sam getting the limelight he deserved as they'd made their way in to the theatre that night had been worth it. Worth the discomfort of it all. Even worth fending off the occasional questions that'd been directed towards him when Sam's attention had already been taken up by another camera.
Whether it was worth sitting through the entire performance or not though... Yeah, he's undecided on that.
Yet somehow they had. They'd managed to keep their commentary contained. Had hidden their laughter behind tight lips and coughs. And even once the curtain had closed and the applause had died down, they somehow kept it together long enough to accept the invitation to the afterparty.
Which Bucky has quickly come to regret.
He knows, of course, that as new as his relationship with Sam is, neither of them are the type to play around. That even as they continue to feel out how this thing between them works, they aren't going to risk hurting one another by looking elsewhere. Their relationship isn't public yet, of course. Not hidden, but not shouted from the rooftops. But seeing Natasha's actress curl her hand around Sam's arm, seeing her understudy staring adoringly at the man- It takes everything in him to keep Bucky from storming across the room and claiming what's his. Which is a task made that much more difficult as the woman claiming to be the set designer starts to laugh airily at something Sam says.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
And yet, as seems to be the case when it comes to the two of them, those hours had stretched out. The knowledge of Captain America stepping off a plane at LaGuardia airport had spread like wildfire. And by the time the two of them had made it to Bucky's apartment, the paparazzi were already lying in wait. Even having the Winter Soldier staring them down hadn't been enough of a warning to get them to back off. Hadn't kept them from snapping pictures and yelling questions out with a varying degree of insensitivity. And even once they'd made it to the apartment, it hadn't kept rogue reporters or even Bucky's (former) neighbors from knocking the entire time they'd been there.
So. That'd been fun to deal with.
Naturally though, that had been the easy part. Ignoring those knocks while he'd gathered together the few clothes that were still sitting in the closet. While the two of them began packing up the barely used contents of his kitchen. It's only when the knocks had become a call, and the call had turned in to an invite, that they'd finally accepted the fact that their stay would be extended. That even carrying the shield isn't enough to protect them from being dragged in to the public eye once more.
Rogers: The musical.
The few days they'd been given to prepare had been both too long and not enough. For Bucky, at least, he'd spent the entire time fighting the urge to run. Had wanted nothing more than to put space between them and New York. It'd only been the knowledge of just how bad it would look for Sam if he opted not to go that kept him from following that instinct. (Well, that, and the unspoken promise of sex each night the two of them shared the previously unused bed in his apartment.) Sure, the offer had only been extended to him under the proviso of Sam attending the premiere. But he knows it wouldn't look good for the man if his own partner refused to attend.
So attend, he had. The two of them having to dress up for the event was an additional step that Bucky wasn't too happy to have to undertake. Though seeing Sam dressed to the nines was a definite motivator in him agreeing to head out to buy a suit anyway. And being able to get an upfront view of Sam getting the limelight he deserved as they'd made their way in to the theatre that night had been worth it. Worth the discomfort of it all. Even worth fending off the occasional questions that'd been directed towards him when Sam's attention had already been taken up by another camera.
Whether it was worth sitting through the entire performance or not though... Yeah, he's undecided on that.
Yet somehow they had. They'd managed to keep their commentary contained. Had hidden their laughter behind tight lips and coughs. And even once the curtain had closed and the applause had died down, they somehow kept it together long enough to accept the invitation to the afterparty.
Which Bucky has quickly come to regret.
He knows, of course, that as new as his relationship with Sam is, neither of them are the type to play around. That even as they continue to feel out how this thing between them works, they aren't going to risk hurting one another by looking elsewhere. Their relationship isn't public yet, of course. Not hidden, but not shouted from the rooftops. But seeing Natasha's actress curl her hand around Sam's arm, seeing her understudy staring adoringly at the man- It takes everything in him to keep Bucky from storming across the room and claiming what's his. Which is a task made that much more difficult as the woman claiming to be the set designer starts to laugh airily at something Sam says.
Time for another double whiskey, it seems.]