𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

March, 1940

        DAYS WERE SLOW. Slower than usual, that's what Katrina thought. At least at work. She had worked at this damn little diner for years, and she was just getting sick of it. Fluffing the curls in her hair on the way to work, Katrina thought about everything that was happening. 

        The world was going to war again, and she had no clue when the US was going to step in. Not like she wanted them to, but it was going to happen sooner or later. 

         Her only source of happiness these days seemed to be seeing her friends. 

         As he did everyday, Bucky sat at the counter up front, waiting for Katrina to make him his perfect coffee. Katrina had the same reaction she did everyday when she walked into work. Scoff and sightly giggle at the sight of the man. 

        Walking behind the counter and to the coffee maker, she picked up a mug. "Same as usual, Barnes?" 

        "You know it, dollface." 

         Adding half a packet of sugar and two creamers, she stirred the liquid in the mug before handing it to her friend. Katrina scrunched her nose at him. "Disgusting. Don't call me that again." 

        Taking a sip, Bucky flashed her a smile. "You know you love me, Kit-Kat. Come on, don't deny it." 

        "Will that be all? Or would you like some fresh chocolate chip cookies that I will spit on also?" 

        A voice was heard in the back corner of the diner. "Ma'am, could I please get a scone?" 

       Smiling, she turned towards him. "Yes, just one second sir." 

        "Hey Rogers! Get back to work or I'll find another skank to fill your spot!" The voice of Mario Costa rang through Katrina's ears. He was the owner of the little establishment, Mario's Diner. 

         "Hey lady, I want my coffee!" 

          "I need a scone, bitch!" 

           Katrina shook her head, mumbling. The line had been drawn. Ripping off her apron, she slammed it on the counter. Bucky knew where this was heading. Head snapping towards Mario, she was fuming. "You know what Mario, go find another whore to run the place, because I'm done. I've spent the past four years of my life kissing your ass and all of the other douchebags in New York that step foot in here." She grabbed Bucky's arm. "Let's go." The damage had been done. Katrina was finally out of that hell hole. She turned back to everyone her and Bucky were about to walk out. "And just so everyone knows, I've seen Mario jizz off into the scrambled eggs." 

        The door shut behind them, and Bucky didn't know if he should feel upset for Katrina being unemployed or absolutely flustered for the way she handled herself in there. They continued to walk down the street in silence. "Where to next?" 

        "I gotta find another job." 

         Bucky shook his head, trying to get Katrina's attention. "Hey.." She wouldn't budge. "Kat, hey Kat!" He grabbed the girl by the arm, spinning her around towards him. He looked into her dazzling eyes, which were hidden behind the eyebags underneath. "You need rest." 

        She couldn't dare to keep eye contact. "No, I need to make sure the utilities are still on at the end of the month." 

        Bucky shook his head. "You worry me to death, Rogers. You know that? I care for you so much but I can't help you if you can't take care of yourself. All I'm asking you to do is take a week off. Maybe two? Just to take a few breath's before you jump back onto your feet, okay?"