Rebuilt

Chapter 13

(Bartender in this is  face  claimed Sawsha Lane)

The night club was completely different at night. It was much like Selby's but...better. It smelt the same however like alcohol, sweat and a concoction of sickening perfumes and colognes. None of this mattered to me though because the only thing that plagued my mind was the  disease of guilt. For snapping at Bucky, for self harming, for killing my mom but there was more at stake...I had to keep it together because if I don't a whole lot more people could die and I didn't want everyone else to have to deal with my emotions. Dr Raynor would have been disappointing but I was allowed to hurt in my own way.

I headed straight to the bar and grabbed a shot of a form of alcohol. I quickly necked it back. "Put it on Sharon's tab...I'm a friend." I told the barmaid with a convincing smile which was completely false.

"Sure...enjoy your drink...well hope you enjoyed it." She corrected herself with a smirk. "Another one? You seem like you need it." She asked not really requiring an answer because she slid another shot at me. I looked back up at her but her eyes were focused on something behind me. "Um...didn't you and those two other guys come in with him?" She pointed at an oddly dancing Zemo.

"Unfortunately. " I huffed shaking my head and downing the other shot. Truth is it wasn't because it was Zemo but it was because I didn't want to be around anyone I knew. Not right now.

"Interesting...look my shift ends in 5 minutes...are you gonna be alright because I promised my girlfriend that I would take her to the market but you seem like you aren't okay." She says taking my hand sweetly.

"I'll be fine thankyou." I smile.

"I don't even know what to get her...I have literally nothing." She chuckled sadly whilst picking up a wine glass and polishing it. "That's why I took this damn job...but the pay here is horrific." She spilled. It was nice talking about someone else's problems for a change...it helped me ignore my own.

"Haven't you asked for a raise?" I reasoned sympathetically.

"Ha yeah funny...like I'd get one...I'm an ex heroine addict who has no one supporting her...who would give me a raise." She asked sarcastically. She now moved on to wiping the sides down.

"Well maybe I could give you some...and maybe a better job." I offered with a quirked eyebrow. I knew it was risky giving an ex heroine addict money but I knew she wouldn't buy any due to the fact that when she talked about heroine her nose scrunched up in disgust...call it a long shot but I just wanted her to be able to treat her girlfriend.

"No I couldn't...I can't ask you to do that." She said putting all equipment that she had down.

"What if I'm offering...look you seem really nice and all I wanna do is help...my dad needs a new PA and well...I think you  would do pretty well." I smiled. Her mouth opened in shock. I might have been impulsive but if you ask me she deserves the job. "It's in the States but it includes housing for you and a guest?" I said in a questioning tone.

"No I can't...I can't possibly let you do this for me." She defended.

"Well call it a job interview...I think... I have a card...somewhere." I breathed out fumbling around in my pockets and pulled out a business card. "Ha...my dad's card...tell him Y/n told you to call...oh and here is 20 dollars...I don't know what that will get you here but have a nice night." I think I did this was because she was the first person to make me forget about the constant problems toppling on me.

She picked up the card and read the label. "Ton- your dad is Tony Stark...he has been my hero for years...he taught me mechanics...well his books did it would be an honour to even talk to him in person- sorry." The girl rambled. I say girl because she looked about 17...anywhere else this would be considered strange but that was Madripoor so nothing is really that weird.