Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Five

Pulling up to the club, the music vibrating the ground with varieties of coloured lights beaming along the streets. The line was long, full of intoxicated youth. Yelling and giggling amongst themselves. Defiantly not Steve or James' scene.

Walking around to the back, like they have done many time before Steve pounded his fist on the door.

A short and overly irritated man stepped out, looking between the three large men towering over him. His brain catching up with him a moment later as he noticed Steve and Sam. Stepping back to guid them in.

"I would have called if there was an issue, you know we always look out for her Captain."

This miniature sized man always gave Steve the creeps, he appreciated him looking out for Annabelle when she was there but something about a middle age, rat looking person gawking at his sister made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

On the other hand though, he did always look out for her. Even when she was the one causing the disturbance. Last time Steve was called to pick her up she sent a man to the hospital with a broken nose, fractured ribs and blood filled scratches across his face. He tried to make an uninvited pass at an innocent girl and Annabelle didn't appreciate the audacity.

Stepping through the heavy staff door, they where greeted with the loud thumping and chatter of the club. Pushing through, people began to notice Steve, pulling him over, grinding up against him.

Doing his best to ignore them and pushing through he waved over to James and Sam, signalling them to go look over at the bar and he will check out the VIP lounge.

Unimpressed with the amount of people crammed into the space, James ordered him self a stiff drink, washing down his rising anxiety.

Looking across the sea of intoxicated people, he noticed a curvy framed girl on the dance floor. Lifting her long hair off her neck as she swayed side to side, throwing her head back in laughter.

Annabelle.

She must have headed out after dinner, he was pleased to see having such a good time. It wasn't long after that he noticed the pair of girls near her, Natasha and Wanda.

Only meeting them briefly when Steve was helping him out a few years ago he wasn't entirely confident it was them. Nudging Sam in the side, nodding over in the direction. He confirmed it was them.

As they where about to approach the girls the music rhythm changed as the club roared with excitement. A song that sadly James knew all to well.

'Tipsy by J-Kwon' one of Annabelle's favourite songs to play, whether she was cleaning up the house or on a road trip. It was always playing. She loved her RnB classics.

Hips began to rotate, swaying to the beat. Grinding lower and lower to the sticky covered dance floor before shooting back up. Pressing their bodies against each other, Annabelle moved her plump ass into Natasha's lap. Giggling along having a great time.

As the song began to simmer down the girls headed towards the bar. Locking eyes with Sam first Annabelle ran over, throwing her arms around him. He picked her up, causing her to squeal before putting her back down.

A displeased expression crept over her face when she realised what was going on. Sam had joined her on nights out before but this felt different, he was stone sober and wasn't at all his charming self.

"Why are you here, Sam?" She questioned, leaning against the bar, gesturing for another drink. "He's here, isn't he?"

A shyful nod told her everything she needed to know, looking around for her brother, not noticing the shocked man next to her.