Bucky's Neighbor

Part 7

Part Seven

Sam and Scarlett were suddenly the best of friends. Sam wasn't sure how it had happened, but, it seemed that Scarlett...er...Scary...had just adopted him. She had been present through his humiliation when Y/n L/n had turned him down...and had decided that his rejection meant that they should be best friends and go to get a drink.

As they both sat ruminating over their beers, Sam shook his head. "That was...not my finest moment," Sam laughed, lightly.

Scarlett, his new, feisty red headed companion, shrugged. "Eh. It happens to the best of us." She smiled widely, shimmying her shoulders. "I am sorry that Y/n turned you down, though," she offered, empathetically.

Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Thanks, Scary...but, I'm not upset," he said, seriously. He took a sip of the beer and leaned back against the bar, better facing Scarlett. "The point of this entire this wasn't to actually get the date."

Scarlett feigned a gasp. "No!" She laughed. "Because she's into your friend, right?" Scarlett rolled her eyes, still laughing. "The one who carries mail!"

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Seriously," he groaned. "Who does that?"

Scarlett continues to cackle. "Like Y/n can't carry a few envelopes!" She takes a drink of her bottle. "I get she had a box, but, like...he didn't even do the heavy lifting. He opened her door!"

Sam seriously considered. "And, yet...she's still into him." Sam shook his head, looking down, thinking about the situation. "They're both so oblivious...they're perfect for each other," he commented, dryly.

Scarlett frowned. "She means well...she...just..." Scarlett took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase it. "She doesn't know how to talk to men." It was the nicest way that Scarlett could put it without delving into an entire traumatic backstory.

Sam shook his head. "Too bad they can't be forced together."

Scary sighed. "Yeah...too bad." She quirked an eyebrow and looked at Sam out of the corner of her eye. "Unless..."

Sam caught on immediately, "No!" He said, though he was still laughing.

Scarlett clapped her hands together, as she was prone to do. "But, it's perfect!" She raised her hands. "They just need a little...push." She mimed pushing something from her barstool.

Sam grinned, already well in on the conspiracy. "Alright, Scary. I'll bite. And how do we give them that 'push'?"

Scarlett looked at Sam over her drink, her smile much more darker, much more troublesome to him. "Oh, we've already started."

Sam raised his bottle. "I'll drink to that."