My Promise

8

"Tell me more about pre-serum Steve, please!" Natasha laughed with the Solider.

Abigail sat between Bucky and Natasha in a booth in a corner. They sat at a round booth with red leather seats and a black table.

"Wait, there's this story that's better than that." Abigail said. "Even though Steve say's he can't dance, he at least knows how to tap dance." She took a drink of her whiskey.

"What, really?" Natasha said surprised. "How?"

"I taught him how to tap dance, there was this pretty girl he liked, so I told him I knew how to tap dance, and he begged me to teach him." She giggled.

"I have to see this know." Natasha giggled with her.

Bucky had a sliver of a memory of Steve and Abigail dancing together, and the feeling of jealousy engulfed his being. He shook his head, and it went away.

"I'll be right back," Abigail said. "I have to use the rest room." Bucky sat back down, after letting Abigail out.

"What?" Bucky said as Natasha had a glare on her face.

"She's has had sixteen glasses of Whiskey."

"Maybe she can hold her liquor."

She shook her head. "Maybe, I don't know why I can't trust her. She seems nice in all, but,"

"It's fine Nat. I didn't trust her all the way, but once you get to know her, she's very nice. There is still a little distrust."

"Ey sweety wanna get out of here." Bucky and Natasha turned and saw a guy on a skull jumper, and pants that were so bedazzled that his ass lit up the bar.

He was talking to Abigail. He had one hand on her upper left arm. She tried pulling her arm away, but he pulled her closer.

"I'd appreciate if you would let go. I don't want to hurt you."

"Came on baby, what are you gonna-" She grabbed a beer bottle that he had beside him, and hit him on the head. His crumbled to the floor, as Abigail watched, with bottle intact.

"No thank you." She walked back to see a surprised Bucky and a suspicious Natasha. "What?"

"You could have waited for me to step in," Bucky said.

"Nah, mt fianceé taught me how to protect myself from guy's like that." She smiled sadly.

"He sounds like a good guy." Bucky said, his little crush on her slightly faltered. "Who is he?"

"I've told you before, but when I told you, you kinda threw a man out a window. I think you got mad about it, so I don't want you to do the same again." She picked at her left hand.

"You know, I wanna know you." Natasha said. "Not in a 'trying to get information' type way, but in a friend way." She smiled at her.

Abigail had a huge smile on her face. "Come on, I'm tired of drinking at twelve in the afternoon. Let's go to a dinner Steve, Bucky and I went to." She made her way to the door.

"So she knew you, and The Solider, and yet, she remembers The Solider you. It must be weird for you." She put down some money for the drinks she had.

"Yeah, it's even weirder when the memories that appear." She gave him a weird look. "There kinda like relationship type memories."

"Maybe your an ex-boyfriend?" She and him started to make there way to the door. "Steve did say that you use to date a lot of girls. Maybe you were her last boyfriend before she got engaged."

"Maybe. I think I may be still in love with her, even if she is engaged." he sighed, as he held open the door. "Who ever this guy is, must be lucky to have her."