The LGBT+ Avengers Stucky Fanfiction

A Chance Encounter

 "Ummmm..." The blonde said, staring hard at the menu, "You recommend anything?" he finally asked, exasperated and defeated, looking back at the man behind the counter. There was something about him recognizable to the blonde... but he couldn't really tell because of the beard net covering the miniscule amount of stubble on the guy's face.

"Yeah. If I were you, I'd go with a single origin espresso, but I tend to like things really strong. You look like you'd probably like a salted caramel latte, though. Sweet and salty, plus caffeine." The barista answered, surprising the blonde at the complexity of coffee. He usually just had a cup of black coffee with some sugar at home, and usually he didn't drink coffee in the afternoons anyway. But his friend had told him something mysterious that had convinced him to come to that particular coffee shop that particular afternoon. He smiled.

"Sounds wonderful. Yes, I think I'll have that." He said, finalizing his order.

"One salted caramel latte coming right up. That will be four seventy-five." The barista said in a smiling voice, ringing his customer up. The blonde paid, got his latte, and went to sit down in a booth in the back corner of the coffee shop. The barista frowned: seeing such a bright and shining person in such an antisocial position made him sad. But soon he was engrossed in helping the next customer, and forgot all about the blonde for the moment.

While the man with golden blonde hair drank his latte, he waited, pulling out a small sketchbook to draw in. Two hours and forty three minutes later, and the blonde had not moved from his booth. This sort of activity would normally make the barista suspicious, but, every five minutes the guy would look up from his sketchbook to glance around at the door, then go back to drawing, disappointed and sort've resembling a lost puppy. He looked like he'd been expecting someone who was extremely late. Perhaps the person he was waiting for wouldn't show up at all. The barista sighed, extremely curious, as he stepped into the 'employees only' area in the back of the store, his shift having ended.

The barista took off his hat and apron, as well as his beard net, which he'd always found stupid and irritating, since barely any stubble would grow on his face at all. He was left with just jeans and a light plaid shirt on, his shoulder-length brown hair falling into his face even more now that the hat was off. He sighed, putting his hair up into a tiny man-bun with the emergency hair tie he carried in his pocket. He slid his sunglasses onto his forehead, and stepped out into the main area of the shop. The blonde was still sitting in his booth, his expression like that of a sad child, which was ridiculous, because he was a really rather large man, extremely fit, with a jawline that showed no signs that he ever was a child. The brown-haired barista couldn't help but take interest in him, slowing to a halt by the guy's booth.

"You waiting for someone?" He asked, before sliding into the booth across from the stranger.

It took the blondie a second to look up from his sketchbook, but when he did he stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth hanging open slightly. Sitting before him was a man that looked just like his old high-school sweetheart. Only this was a man. Still, he couldn't help but think the guy sitting across the booth from him looked just like his old girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, but do you know a Briana?" The blonde asked incredulously, not sure exactly what he was supposed to say. Did she have a cousin that looked just like her or something? Suddenly, he worried he'd offended the man, as the guy's smile faltered and his brown eyes shot down to look at the floor. "Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you or anything. It's just that you have an uncanny resemblance to this girl I used to know." He tried to explain. The guy just smiled understandably.

"It's okay, I just... well, I'm transgender. I did used to be known as Briana, but now I go by Bucky. Did I know you in highschool or something?" Bucky asked, unsure about who the guy in front of him was, but sure he definitely did recognize the blondie from somewhere.