#writer!peter

Cafe/Meet Cute - WinterSpider 485 words

“Are you alright?” Bucky was pulled out of his head and looked up to a younger man with medium-length brown curly hair. “huh?” Peter tilted his head to the side and smiled. “You look lost and sad, are you alright?” 

Bucky stopped for a second. And looked down at the laptop in from of him, it was a book he had been writing about his life in the military, and how he lost his arm and everything after. Had he looked sad enough to get more than just this guy's attention? Or is this guy just observant? 

“Oh, uh, sorry, I'm writing something kinda traumatic, I'm sorry if I disturbed you” Bucky avoided eye contact while talking. “It's okay! I'm Peter, Uh, what are you writing?” Bucky looked surprised but smiled when he got this cuties name. Peter suited him perfectly. 

“Oh! Uh, I’m writing about my time in the military” Peters smile shrunk a bit. “Oh, are you okay to write about it? Writing about trauma can bring up those issues and make them feel 10 times worse” Peter rambled on, Bucky had no idea how this sweet little angel knew so much about trauma, he just seemed so innocent. 

“You seem to know a bit about trauma writing, are you a writer too?” Bucky asked, cutting Peters rambling off. “I am, but i dont write about trauma a lot, im a sci-fi and horror author, have you written anything i may have heard of?” Bucky had no idea how a kid as sweet looking as this could ever be a horror writer, sci-fi, maybe, but horror? 

“Oh, uh, not really, its my first time writing something this long.” Peter smiled a bit, “If you need someone to ever proofread your stuff, Im here” Peter gives him a little card with his name, email and number on it. “Call me, i would love to get to know you more,” Peter pauses, “I don’t think i got your name” Bucky replied almost instantly “Bucky, Bucky Barnes” Peters smile grew even more “Hey, alliteration gang, Im Peter, Peter Parker” Buckys nerves shrunk a bit, he felt a little more comfortable around him. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Parker, i hope we can get to know each other a bit more, say over dinner some time? Maybe next friday?” Buckys nerves grew more, maybe he had read the situation wrong. But then Peter stood up, gave him a finally wave and yelled “Text me later about the date! I’m running late! Bye Bucky!” His nerves shrunk again as he was left alone in the small cafe, he pulled out his phone and texted a quick ‘Friday 5pm work for you? I can pick you up from the cafe if you want?’ Which got an almost instant reply “Looking forward to it, Mr Barnes :)’  

Now Bucky had to find out what kind of books the younger man writes.