That College AU

[protivvyter]

He spends his hours, when he probably should be writing papers, drawing, sketching, making doodles in the corner of his papers. He's pretty sure every paper he's turned in this semester has had some sort of doodle on it. Possibly even the electronic ones.

He's just putting pencil to paper when she walks by.

His attention immediately shifts from the pair that he'd been about to sketch to the young woman who seems more interested in her book than in the people around them. His pencil scrapes against the page, making sharp, distinct lines, shading her in on the page in front of him.

His phone buzzes, but he ignores it. He wants to capture her before she disappears into the ether. She cannot be real. The sketch isn't his best work. But still, he wants to share it with her, see if he can get her attention.

He folds it into an airplane and tosses it straight at her, watching it land on her book. He signed the bottom of it.

He even left her a note:

I couldn't resist, but I couldn't keep it to myself. I'm not that kind of creeper. Wanna go out for pizza?

~ Bucky

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[thatminx]

The book in question - a side-by-side Russian and English copy of War and Peace (fully annotated) - is dry reading right up until a paper airplane lands between the pages. Katrina sits back in her chair, wavering between perplexed and annoyed: someone's playing around in the library, this is unacceptable, people are trying to study here.

But both of these emotions fade from view in her expression, smoothing into bemusement when she looks for the culprit and sees no one goofing off. She does see a young man watching her, however. Bemusement becomes aggravation, perfect mouth made imperfect when it tugs into a one-sided frown; this isn't the first time her studying has been interrupted by some bro trying to slip her his number.

Indulging him a little, she unfolds the plane and starts to smooth the paper -

Freezes. Blinks.

It's not a phone number. He...drew her?

And it's good; he's good. This is...No one has ever drawn her before? Her eyes flicker back up to - Bucky - and almost in spite of herself, she smiles. Sure. Why not. He's not bad looking, and the creeper aspect isn't too off-putting. From her own notebook, she tears off a scrap of paper and writes down her number, then holds it up between two fingers. Want it, come get it.

[protivvyter]

He smirks when she holds up the piece of paper. He wasn't even asking for her number, just a chance to take her out for pizza. Still, he gathers up his stuff and walks over to her. He's got an old army rucksack slung over one shoulder, and he's a bit older than some of the other students. He did his four years in the army before coming to school.

Still, he slides into a seat next to her and smiles. He plucks the number out of her fingers, because he is so taking that.

"I'm Bucky." He says, offering his hand to her. No reason not to introduce himself, after all.

[thatminx]

He's older than most of the men on campus; she wonders if he was military, her eyes lingering on the olive drab bag. He wouldn't be the first to come trotting off a base with G.I. Bill ready to pay for an education that will be more useful in the real world than whatever he did for the military.

And doesn't he just look pleased with himself, with that offer of her phone number, as if she can't just block him the minute he disappoints her. Still.

Nice smile. Good-looking guy. Her hand fits nicely into his. "Katrina." Her smile brightens as she slides the paper towards him - not to return it, but to draw attention. "Do you always creep on unsuspecting girls in the library, Bucky?"