Alright. Liz considered for a few moments. There's a place a few blocks from the tower, little Italian joint owned by a family that moved from Italy about ten years back.

I know the place. Steve had dragged him to it a while back, but Bucky had gone back the second time on his own. It was a pretty good place.

I'm open tomorrow night, Liz offered cautiously. After six. Might not be able to stay too late, I have things to do the next mornings. Which was an excuse, really, in case things didn't go well and she had to go.

Seven sound good? That would give them both the chance to get properly ready. Bucky had no idea how long dames took nowadays, but he hoped an hour was enough.

Seven sounds fine. That was plenty of time for her to get ready and check the area, just in case. Most of the time, she didn't bother, but she had just told him things. Best to keep an eye open, just in case.

I'll be there. As soon as Bucky sent the text, he froze. He honestly couldn't remember the last real date he'd had, and he was damn sure he had nothing to wear. He was equally sure he wasn't going to go to Stark for such things, either. So he had to find Steve and pray his friend didn't laugh at him too hard about it.

Steve was in the kitchen finding a snack. He had his own date coming up as well, but he always had time for Bucky.

"What's up?" he asked when he saw Bucky, who was looking a little shell-shocked.

"I... have a date tomorrow?" Bucky replied. It came out as more of a bewildered question rather than a statement.

Steve grinned. "That's great! Who with? That girl from before?" He would laugh later, but he was just glad Bucky was getting out.

"Yeah," Bucky replied. "From the coffee shop." His fingers worked nervously. "Stevie, I haven't been on a date in God knows how long."

"Okay," Steve soothed. "What do you need? Where are you two going?" He figured they'd figure out some of those details first.

"That Italian joint you dragged me to a while back," Bucky said. He had no idea what he needed, though, and just kind of shrugged helplessly.

"Okay. You need a decent shirt, then, not one of those t-shirts you like now." Steve eyed him. "Your leather jacket should be fine."

"You sure?" Bucky asked, a bit skeptical. "That jacket's beat all to hell, Stevie." He didn't have the money to buy a new one, though, he knew that.

"You wear it all the time," Steve pointed out. "Besides, it still looks nice enough from the outside. And I still don't think we can change clothes, Buck."

Bucky snorted a bit.

"First you're way smaller than me, then way bigger," he said. "'S like we were never meant to be able to trade."

"No kidding." Steve snorted. "You've got until tomorrow, though. Could always go see about another one." But he knew that a good leather jacket took a bit to break in.

Bucky shook his head.

"Can't," he said. "Takes time to break in a good jacket and besides, they're a lot more expensive now than they used to be."

Steve grinned a bit at that. "I know," he agreed. "The one you have will be fine for now." Then he grinned. "Besides, she's seen how you normally dress, you can't scare her off with that jacket."

Bucky snorted.

"Punk," he said, grinning a bit and punching Steve on the arm.

Steve grinned unrepentantly. "Go find a nice shirt, not one that's wrinkled or has been on the floor," he ordered. "Jeans are fine, so you don't need to try and find slacks, not that you own any."

"Since when are you so good at dressing for dates?" Bucky asked with a bit of a grin, quirking an eyebrow at Steve. "'S not like you ever had any before."

Steve blushed a bit. "Well, Natasha prods me anytime we go out," he admitted. "And it's not that different from dressing for any occasion, y'know."

Bucky snickered.

"So it's not really you knowing how to dress, it's Tasha forcing you to learn, I get it now," he said.

Steve punched his good arm. "I could just let you flounder," he threatened, though he didn't really mean it. He wouldn't do that to Bucky. Probably.