Cursed || The New generation (Avengers FF)

6 don't do anything stupid

"Let me guess, a whiskey, like always"

The bartender asked as y/n just walked through the front door.

"Just that you already know that bartender"

Y/n gave him a small smile as she takes off her leather jacket and hangs it on the chair.

"You know I have a real name, too, instead of just bartender,"

he returned y/n's smile and pulled out a whiskey glass, which he polished before pouring anything into it.

"I know hot bartender"

He starts laughing a little louder and shakes his head while handing y/n her drink

"Meeting with your boyfriend again?"
He asks

She takes a sip of the whiskey, it burns her throat and it takes her a moment for the burn to subside a bit.

"He is just a friend...."

"Oh really?"

Y/n puts down her glass and looks at the bartender in disbelief

"He's a little too old for me,"

she winked at him as the front door opens and a faint chime is heard.

"There was stress, I heared"
bucky said, taking off his black jacket and taking a seat next to y/n.

"Ah the usual, you know most men don't like it when a woman or girl has more to say than him"

A small smile twitches Bucky's lips, he opens his mouth to say something and stops as the bartender walks towards them.

"Can I get you something else?"
He looks deep into y/n's eyes, although he questions both, he only seemed focused on y/n.

"Did you have a place for us, no cameras, no people"
y/n whispered to him

"Well, it's still early, the first reservation for the VIP area is in two and a half hours, so..."

Y/n stands up and takes her jacket off the chair:

"Thank you"

now bucky did the same, took his jacket and his half-full drink and followed y/n through the bar, the two already know the VIP area as they often go there talk about certain things.

"Assassin"

shouted the bartender while pointing at y/n with a little snap, she stops and has to hold back her laugh

"Not really, keep trying"

she said without turning and walked on, opening the door, holding it open for bucky and locking it behind her so no one could get in.

"Assassin?"

bucky asked as he sat down on the big black leather couch, he had just thrown his jacket next to him and is now watching every single movement of y/n who is looking around and looking for something.

"Well we always want to talk alone, I only wear black and have guns on me...He doesn't know how old I am...He thinky I'm 21 and I agreed with him if he guessed what I am doing we go on a date"

Bucky chokes on the whiskey he was drinking when he heard about the date thing.

"You're 16,"
he says

"17 in 5 days, as long as I get free drinks here... And he will never guess what   I do, so..."

She sits down next to bucky on the couch and pulls out a USB stick, holding it out to him

"In case it doesn't work out and I don't come back I want you to give this to my team as a kind of apology goodbye and explanation"

There is a moment of silence, voices coming out of the bar, the front door ringing, glasses being set up while Bucky looks at y/n, his gaze is hard to interpret, he is cold and expressionless, but there's something sad too

"No, if I accept that now it means for me that it's a goodbye, I won't take it because you'll come back"

he crosses his arms and leans a little forward to the small black table

"You're going to take it with you, you're going to keep it in case.... You're going to do it because you're my friend, the only person I trust."

Y/n gets up and walks behind the couch that's in the middle of the room and puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder:

"and I know that I'm the same for you, I'm your friend.."

she puts the USB Stick in his leather jacket and go to the door:

"don't do anything stupid until I get back"

she said as she opened the door

"How can I, you're taking all the stupid with you"

Y/n turns around again, gives him one last smile :

"Take care buddy"

A small, rather sad smile forms on his lips:

"you too baby girl"

Y/n leaves the bar while Bucky puts on his jacket and finishes his dink. He stops in the middle of the room and desperately looks at the door that y/n exited through about 5 minutes ago.

His emotions flood him and he throws the glass against the wall with full force, a loud smash and the breaking of the glas spreads throughout the room. It was an outburst he had never had before, anger, guilt, sadness but above all despair.