Soldier Of Pain (Bucky Barns Fanfiction) [COMPLETED STORY]

Chapter 15 - A Hell Bar

A/N: Finally holidays, so now I have a full free week were I can finally write and post more often.

ENJOY READING! =)

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Y/N's POV.

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So far this evening has been the opposite of fun.

The music and awful people are too loud for my sensitively strong ears to handle, and there are too many people in this packed place for my liking. Wanda was wrong. I'm not ready for this.

This place is boiling hot, as if the gates of hell have been opened in here. It stinks of alcohol and sweaty people. The bight lights glare and blind my eyes. Most people might be able to ignore it, but with my overly strong super senses, it's hard to do that.

I watched most of my friends get drunk, except for Steve, Vision and Bucky, who like me can't get drunk. Though they all appear to be acting like they are.

Wanda and Vis, have spent the entire evening on the dance floor, more touchy then they usually are. And the same with Nat and Steve, which isn't too big of a surprise. They are cute together.

But the worst so far has been watching some girl approach Bucky, and the two of them dancing the rest of the night, touching each other in places most people don't do in public.

It's almost as if he is trying to stab me right through my heart from behind me.

It was a big surprise to all of us when Bucky even agreed to come here.
Usually he is such a grumpy, boring person. Well at least that is what most people think. But he hates parties, so it's definitely a surprise to have seen him agree to this. But now I can see why he agreed.

I sit in the back corner of the bar on one of the barstools, drowning drink after drink, in hopes I might get drunk.

At this point I am just kidding myself, because I know there is no way my body can ever get drunk.

The strong taste of the alcohol burns my sensitive taste buds, but I stopped caring at this point. Those taste buds may as well be considered broken at this point.

I try to avoid all the many drunk, stumbling people around me. I don't care if most of my skin is covered, I still don't feel safe or protected.

After a long time of watching Bucky with that other girl, some crazy drunk dude approaches me.
"Nice gloves," The man snickers.

I look down to my hands in shame.

"This is a very warm country in the center of Africa. And possibly the hottest bar in the city. So why are you dressed like you are ready for snow to appear," The man slurs.

"I'm well aware of that," I tell him.

"So why the long clothes then?" He asks again, clearly very drunk.

"I have poor circulation," I lie in simple words.

"That's funny, because it's firstly obvious that you are sweating right through thoes long sleeves, and secondly the man over there—" He points into the crowed where Bucky and the skimpy girl are. "—Said the exact same thing when I asked about his gloves."

"What a coincidence," I say, downing another drink. 

I try my best to keep myself calm when the drunk man leans in closer. "I don't believe you," He slurs against my eat, frightningly close to my exposed skin. "Because it's clear the two of you know each other and are up to something."