"Hey, Y/N, help me get some drinks will you?" Crosby asks the girl sitting up from their table. There were about three or four British pilots on one end while the other end was occupied with a fair amount of our bombing group.
"Sure", she smiles following his lead and standing up. They head up to the bar and he leans over the table making his order.
"Could I get, uh, six whiskeys and a ginger beer?"
"Coming up, mate", the bartender replies heading off to make the drinks.
"So, how was the navigating on the last mission?", Y/N asks him as she never saw him after they landed.
"Yeah, it was good."
"Except for the fact you threw up your guts?"
He chuckles and nods, "Yeah, except for that."
"Well, you brought everyone home safely, so I call that a win."
He nods and turns to look over the bar as the bartender hand them a tray and two glasses.
"Thank you", Y/N says and carries some of the extra whiskey cups that wouldn't fit on the tray. They make their way back to the group.
"This ought to wet your whistle, boys", Curt calls out placing the tray on the tale while Y/N hands out the two in her hand.
"You are beautiful", Curt thanks Crosby.
"That is a ginger beer", Crosby says, handing the glass of the non-alcoholic drink to Buck while Y/N takes her seat between him and Curt.
"Welcome back, Angel. What took you so long?", Curt asks her drunkenly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Oh, whatever could you do? Life without me can get a little boring", she says dramatically.
He grins taking a sip of his whiskey and tapping his fingers on her shoulder.
"I admire you Americans", the British captain across from her pipes up. "You're up there in broad daylight, seemingly oblivious to the downsides."
"I... I don't understand what your saying captain", a pilot says seemingly trying to get clarification.
"Never mind old boy. One for the higher ups", the captain replies looking over at Y/N. "Do you prefer higher ups missy?"
"It's a question of philosophies.", another British man adds for which causes the pilots around the table to lean in. "We bomb at night because it doesn't matter what we hit, so long as it's German. But bombing during the day is suicide. I could foresee in the future, American strategy adjusting due to the unfortunate losses you'll no doubt continue to suffer."
He sounds like a grade ten English teacher. Just yapping away with no care in the world. Do people ever learn when to stop talking? And why does he sound so sophisticated? I guess you could've known that just from looking at him. I mean, if he tightens his tie any tighter he might lose circulations above the neck.
"Maths", he finishes off which makes Bucky raise his eyebrows.
"Maths", Bucky repeats.
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After The World Has Fallen ~ John Egan x Reader
ActionY/N was seen many times around the 100th bombers base. She was wherever the team needed her: in the clinic, making breakfast, helping with papers and on some occasions, a flight nurse. She was fun and playful, always joking around with those she kne...
