Hearing y/n's stuff drop to the floor and instinctively I turn, straight away I can see the tears in her eyes and the look of defeat. I knew what I'd said to her was wrong but she deserved it.
I knew I had misjudged her. I quickly realised not long after she joined the team but as usual my pride got to better of me. I genuinely did just what to help and I can understand why she reacted the way she did waking from the coma the way she did.
Suddenly I hear the door to our room slam, spinning round I see she's gone. "Shit!" I knew I had to go after her. I needed to apologise. I didn't mean what I said. If anything I was ashamed of myself for doing so. Quickly I grab my leather jacket from the chair and rush out of the room. I get down towards the end of the corridor and bolt down the stairs towards the entrance/exit.
Bumping into Peter I frantically apologise before he stops me in my steps. "Mr Rogers, are you looking for y/n?" I stop and freeze slowly turning to face him. "Yeah, have you seen where she went?"
"Oh she went out the front and took a cab. She was crying pretty bad. She didn't seem like she wanted company."
"Dammit." I mutter under my breath turning towards the exit again. "She'll be at 1940 on the outskirts of Brooklyn. It's her favourite."
"Thanks kid." I give him a short smile and head out the tower, looking around the chaotic streets of New York I decide it'll be quicker to grab my motorcycle and drive myself.
_________________________________ **Y/N POV**
Pulling up in the taxi they'd taken me to the small bar located just on the outskirts of Brooklyn. It was a small bar called 1940. My favourite, I told the driver on route where I'd like to go.
"Thank you." I step out the taxi paying for my fare. Taking a deep breath I suck in all that city air. I pull out my small compact mirror checking my face before putting it away and entering the bar.
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Walking in I take in my surroundings. This bar has been here since the 1940's that's why it was my favourite. I used to come here as a teen with all my friends, well before everything went to shit with hydra.
I hate to admit but Steve and Bucky used to be the talk of the bar back in the day. I also have to admit I did have a little crush on them too even if I was half their age and both dead. Embarrassing really but I was so over that by now.
Stepping to the bar I'm greeted by Reggie, he's run this bar for what seems like forever. "Hey sweetpea, the usual?" He smiles before placing the recently dried glass above the bar.
"Yeah, make it a double." I give a weary smile and plop myself down on the barstool. Reaching across I grab a napkin and unconsciously start tearing it into small pieces. Soon my drink is served and I take no time in downing it.
