Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Bucky's figure turned in bed, disturbed by a buzz from his phone.

His eyelids began to droop, when he heard it again. Irritated, he reached for his phone, with a hand over his face to protect him from the light. It was four in the morning.

S: Hiiiiiiiioojh

Bucky stared at the text, rubbing his eyes a bit.

S: I did somrthung stupid but I don't regret it.

S: Wait where are u?

S: nvm

Bucky sat up in bed, much more alert. He went to text Sam back, when he noticed three missed calls, the last one from thirty minutes ago. He rang Sam back, but he didn't answer.

B: Sam, are you drunk?

Almost immediately, he got an answer.

S: it appears so.

B: Where are you?

S: don't know

Bucky bit his lip, before laughing aloud.

B: You idiot. Need a ride?

S: nooo not leaving

B: Yes, you are.

Bucky got up and pulled some pants out from his suitcase beneath the bed, changing quickly and with ease. Over the past few months, almost a year, his hair had been growing out. He pulled it back into a low bun.

Bucky made it to his car rather quickly, rolling his eyes at another text from Sam.

S: no

He wasn't surprised when the tracker took him to a local pub, but he was surprised when he went inside and couldn't find Sam.

The bar wasn't crowded, which was fair because it was nearly morning, but Bucky continued.

"Excuse me," he stopped the bartender, "Have you seen a man recently, um, dark hair, dark skin, about ye tall?"

She raised an eyebrow, moving down the bar until she could hand a drink to a another woman, "I don't know. What for?"

"He's my partner," Bucky replied, noticing the name Nicole on her name tag, "Not that it matters. Where is he?"

"Out back. He followed two assholes, who should never have been drunk," Nicole explained, nodding toward another girl at the bar, "Saved her ass, that's for sure."

Bucky immediately rushed for the back door, not stopping when he heard her call out,

"Be careful though! They're all very drunk, especially your boy."

Bucky stepped into the small alleyway, and true to Nicole's word, Sam was straddling a man with his fist raised. The other came behind him,

"Pal," Bucky grabbed his shoulder harshly, "I wouldn't do that."

The man ignored Bucky, swinging for his face, only for his fist to be caught, "And you definitely shouldn't have done that."

Bucky twisted the man's arm behind him, kicking him into the wall, "You can't beat me. Go inside, and forget what just happened okay? Lest I have to notify the police of the handgun you're carrying in a bar."

The man obliged, and Bucky turned to see Sam lying beside the other man, looking a lot less beat up.

"Hey, get the hell out of here," Bucky nudged the other guy with his foot, which was enough to force him to inch his way back into the bar. He didn't think of what the people inside might think of him.