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Tony curses when he sees the red, white, and blue lights flashing behind him. Loudly. In several different languages. This is what he gets for trying to get to a board meeting on time. He promises to never try again.
He pulls over to the side of the road, slipping his sunglasses onto his face. That normally riles up the police types. Pepper might’ve once told him that purposefully pissing off government workers is a bad idea. But hey, he’s in the mood for a fight today. It’s not like he can’t buy his way out of a ticket.
He checks the rearview mirror. The officer opens the car door. Tony notices that he has one prosthetic arm and short styled brown hair. While the prosthetic isn't bad, it’s even better than most on the market, he could obviously make a better one. He narrows his eyes at it. He really wants to get his hands on the arm. The officer bends to get something out of the passenger seat. God bless America, those are buns of steel. He really wants to get his hands on those too. The officer closes the door and walks towards Tony’s car. He slides his window down and leans out partially.
“What can I do for you officer?” Tony asks.
“You took that turn pretty sharply at the corner. I would recommend breaking before you go into it. It’s easier on the car and easier on the street.” The officer says. Pretty smugly if Tony does say so himself. Which he does. The officer’s eyes trail down what he can see of Tony’s body. He’s checking Tony out. Which- no one can blame him for, but still. Probably not the time.
Tony gapes at him.
“You pulled me over to criticize my driving, officer?”
The officer smirks, “And to get your number.”
The officer adds almost as an afterthought, “Call me Bucky.”
Well. Tony’s day was boring anyway. Might as well roll with the punches. Tony leans back and flicks his eyes down the offic- Bucky’s body. It’s muscular, but not overtly so. Tony approves.
Tony slowly lowers his sunglasses. “What makes you think I’d want to give you my number?”
Bucky leans on the open window, “You need to get your eyes checked? Everyone wants to give me their number. Plus you could do with some driving tips. Which I would be happy to give ya.”
Tony grins. Pepper won’t be happy that he’s late but at least he didn’t get a ticket. Always a positive side to the story Pepper. Grabbing a sharpie he pulls Bucky’s flesh arm into the car. Bucky grins at him. This could be fun.
“My names Tony,” Tony says as he writes. “Tony Stark.”
“Nice to meet ya, Tony,” Bucky winks at him.
Yeah, this is going to be fun.
Bucky walks into the precinct with a swagger to his walk. Today’s been a good day. He arrested a shoplifter, didn’t have to do the paperwork, and got hot Tony’s number. Bucky decides that this is definitely a good day.
Steve, Natasha, and Sam look up from the paperwork on their desks. Steve blinks at him, looking confused. Sam sits back, taking a sip of his coffee, and Natasha goes back to ignoring him.
“Are you… whistling?” Steve asks.
Bucky grins, “Yes I am.”
“Why?” Sam raises an eyebrow, looking bewildered.
“Because today’s been a good day.”
Steve sits back looking at Bucky with disbelief, “You don’t think any days a good day. What happened?”
Bucky sticks out his arm, the one Tony wrote his number on, “I pulled a guy over, criticized his driving, and got his number.”
Natasha nods at him in approval.
Steve stares at him.
“That’s not the way people normally flirt Buck,” Steve says weakly.
“It worked, didn’t it?” Bucky asks affronted.
“Okay, but this guy’s the exception,” Sam allows. “Which makes me worry about his mental state.”
“What’s his name? I’ll check him up right now,” Steve says. Steve turns to the computer and starts to type.
“Guys, no. Don’t do this again,” Bucky protests. “Tony seemed like a good guy.”
“Buck,” Steve presses. “I just want to make sure he’s not shady.”
“Fine,” Bucky sighs. “His name’s Tony Stark.”
Steve freezes, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Sam spits his coffee over the paperwork and curses. Natasha looks up from her paperwork intrigued.
“Like,” Steve says hesitantly. “The Tony Stark?”
Bucky looks at him confused. “What do you mean the Tony Stark?”
Sam recovers first and types something into his computer. Sam turns the computer around and points at a picture. “This what he looks like?”
Bucky nods, “Yep. That’s him. Why ya got a picture of him?”
“Buck,” Steve starts. “That’s Tony Stark, the billionaire. The one who owns Stark Industries. The genius engineer?”
Bucky stares at him blankly. None of this is helping him understand.
“Really?” Sam asks in disbelief. “You didn’t even know who he was? How did you pull Stark over and get his number?”
Bucky shrugs, “His driving was shitty. But hey I’ve always liked succesful men.”
Natasha reaches over and highfives him. He’s oddly proud of her approval.
Bucky ignores Sam and Steve's increasingly worried sounding conversation. He walks over to his desk connected to Natasha’s and sits. He pulls out his phone to text Tony.
Bucky (4:00pm): So it I’ve been told that you’re kind of a big thing
Tony (4:01): I’m more than kind of a big thing. I’m the biggest thing
Bucky (4:02): Really? Prove it over dinner tonight
Tony (4:05): Sure. Around 7 good?
Bucky grins. He feels good about Tony, screw what anyone else says. No one ever said he was good at picking out men anyway.
Bucky (4:06): Yeah see u then