Lucky Misfire [for elans]

The parts of him that were practical and still very much tactically minded were screaming at him that this rendezvous was a bad idea. Bucky honestly had no idea who this Tammy girl was, and what she wanted other than what he hoped he'd interpreted from their texts. But he was a free man now, a person in a way he hadn't been for decades, and if he was going to make a mistake, it was going to be his mistake, dammit, and no one else's.

But it didn't feel like a mistake. Bucky had always believed he had good instincts with women, and his track record before and during the war seemed to bear that out. And Tammy didn't feel like things were going to go south. If they did, he'd be ready, of course.

The hotel he'd given her the address to was nice enough to be comfortable, but not so extravagant that it would make a stir, either with anyone who might spot him or the bean counters who'd see his expenses. At the knock on the door, Bucky confirmed through the peephole, then opened the door.

"Hi," he offered, waving his hand for the woman to enter.