Not Another Teen Fic...

Chapter Seven

Bucky

The bar had a few people dotted about. It was starting to go dark. Bucky was in the bathroom; Wade would call him out if they had a customer.

Bucky glared himself down in the mirror. Blue and purple blossoming out under his eye showed only that this sister's rushed attempt to use makeup as a cover had failed miserably. His hand dotted around the bruise and he hoped it wasn't as noticeable as he felt it was. Bruises were nothing new, he was a boxer, after all. However, Wade had been particularly mad that he had gotten that one.

"He shouldn't have given you that." Wade had said angrily as they walked to their job.
"Wade it's fine." He remembered saying in weak response.
"Why did he do that? You haven't done anything wrong!" Wade had really worked himself into a rage by now.
"Adam.. He told my Dad about this morning..." Bucky had trailed off. He shouldn't have told Wade. His dad, a Roman Catholic from Russia, really didn't like what Adam had told him, as it turned out. Bucky had proof that his dad was homophobic plastered around his eye now.

"Buck.. It's time to come out now." Wade walks into the bathroom.
"I thought I already did." Bucky mumbles, nodding and walking out then moving behind the bar.  He started flipping bottles. Over a year of practice meant he hardly ever dropped them. Though he did come close when the door opened. Natasha, well, she was a regular. But who she was with... They had never came here before. Steve Rogers.

Natasha strides confidently over to the bar, and though Steve is much more nervous, he follows. Steve frowns at them. Bucky and Steve exchange a look. The 'this is bad' look.
"What the hell are you doing working here?" Steve asks. "You two are only-"
"Amazing at this job, yeah." Wade cuts him off. "Now what can I get you to drink?"
"I'll have a vodka." Natasha responds as she sits on a bar stool.
"Of course you will, Natalia." Bucky sighs, ignoring Steve's strange look. Clearly, Natasha hadn't even told Steve her real name.
"And you, sir?" Wade asks, staying as professional as ever.
"Oh, I'm not drinking." Steve mutters distractedly.
"One diet coke coming up." Bucky smiles and hands the other it. "Can I see your ID since you're alone in a bar?"  Steve hands him a bit of paper.

Bucky laughs and shows Wade who instantly rips it. Steve's face falls quickly but before he can complain to the point where Bucky would feel bad, Bucky hands him another piece of paper: a much more believable fake ID.

"Thank you." Steve smiles before looking up at Bucky and frowning. "Where'd you get that..?"
"Get what?" Bucky asks, any smile he had fading. He went to cleaning the worktop.
"That." Steve points to Bucky's eye, his hand so close Bucky actually flinches.
Bucky looks at Wade worriedly.  Wade nods so slightly only if you were looking you would have seen it. "You got that in a rough sparring match didn't you Bucky?"
"Y-Yeah." Bucky's voice was hoarse. "Besides what's it matter to you?"
Steve frowns more. "Nothing, I just.."
"It's okay Steve." Bucky just shrugs looking up at them. "Now drink up or the ice will melt."

Natasha orders another drink.
"Seriously Natalia, how much of a stereotype are you?" Bucky asks sarcastically.
"Oh shut up, Barnes." Natasha snaps. "It's not your job to talk to me."
"Well. any other time you pretend I don't even exist." Bucky mumbles as he dries the old glasses.