Steve's pov
Can it be? No it's impossible this can't be happening not now I can't deal with this again I can't lose him all over again. After I stormed off from nat I didn't know what to do with myself with my thoughts clouding my mind surrounding it with guilt and anger I decided to go to the one place that solved everybody's problems. The bar.
I always used to go in their with my mom when dad died but I've never actually drunk there its in Brooklyn so it's local to me, kind of. Getting onto my motorcycle; a Harley Davidson, I drive to the bar.
As soon as I step into the bar familiarity sets in, the constant smell of French fries in the air, the sound of laughter and glass hitting wooden tables making it spill little drops of beer on the side, the sound of darts and pool tables, I haven't felt this way since before I woke up from the ice so it's nice to feel....home. After finding a seat at the bar I immediately feel the eyes of the bar tender on me great just what I need now I think to myself.
"Hey your your..."
"Captain America yeah I get that a lot" I interrupt
"I mean I knew that but your the guy in the photo" he says pointing to a wall covered in old and new photos of the bar. Getting up I walk to the wall of fame and see a familiar face
"It's Bucky and me" I say with a smile tugging at my lips
"This was my birthday I wasn't aloud to drink so I had orange juice all night whilst buck got hammered" I say with a chuckle as the memory flashes in front of my eyes. However my smile soon fades as I remember the current situation with Bucky
"Wait Bucky as in Barnes? I've been to the smithsonian tons of times I'm a big fan I read he died in battle" he says with sympathy clearly in his eyes
"Yeah he died and he's not coming back and it hurts like hell" as soon as I said it a pang of guilt flares inside my body, he is dead though it's not a lie, James Buchanan bares is dead that man that isn't Bucky that's, that's someone else someone else who not only took down shield but hurt me and nat he isn't Bucky, Buckys dead and I think it's time I accept that
"Thanks for the talk" I say getting out 10 dollars and giving it to the bar tender
"Um your welcome" he shouts confused as I leave to the bar and climb onto my motorcycle
"Time to see nat" I whisper to myself as I speed off.
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