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Agent Y/L/N {Daniel Sousa}

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*Agent Carter*

"Care for another drink ma'am?" the bartender asked.

"Yes please," you said.

The bartender nodded.

"Matter of fact, just keep 'em coming. I'll stop when my liver collapses," you said with a sarcastic smile.

The bartender chuckled at your dumb joke and went back to getting your drink.

The reason he laughed was because he knew that, that wasn't going to happen. Every night since Steve's 'death', you would come into the bar, have about ten drinks, sing some songs they taught you in the war and walk home.

It was your routine and the only thing that kept you from facing the sad disappointment that is reality.

"What's a dame like you doing in a place like this," a deep, raspy voice from behind you.

And it wasn't even a sexy kind of raspy voice. No, this was the 'Get In My Van Or I'll Kill You' type of raspy voice.

You just ignored him and continued drinking your alcohol.

"Hey, broad. I'm talking to you," he said, slightly louder.

"How you about you leave her alone, buddy," the bartender suggested.

"How about you shut the hell up, friend," the man mocked.

"I'm warning you man," the bartender said.

The man started laughing.

"You're warning me? What could you possibly do to me?" he asked.

"Not me," the bartender said ominously while quickly glancing at you.

"Whatever," the man scoffed.

He then turned his attention back to you. He leaned in closer to your ear and began to whisper.

"I was talking to you bitch," he whispered. "So, what? Are you one of the dumb niggers or the silent ones?"

And that was the final straw.

You grabbed the back of his head and slammed it on the table. When his body landed on the floor and it seemed like he was gonna try and get up again, you put him in a tight headlock and began pushing down on an important nerve on his neck. After a few seconds, he was unconscious. You looked at him with disgust and left the bar.

You were about sixty feet away from the bar when you heard footsteps chasing after you. When you turned around you saw a really good looking man standing there, slightly out of breath.

"Hello ma'am," he said politely.

You just continue to look at him, not saying anything.

"I'm Daniel Sousa."

He held out his hand for you to shake but you just stared at it then went back to staring at him.

He pulled back his hand and placed it in his pocket.

"I saw what you did back there in the bar. It was very impressive. When I saw the man talking to you, I wad going to go over and sort him out but clearly you had it under control," he said. "It was very impressive."

"You already said that," you spoke.

Daniel seemed a bit taken back by your voice then he regained his composure.

"Right," he responded. "Can I walk you home?"

"I can walk myself home," you told him.

"Of course you can. You're obviously a very capable woman," Daniel said.

'Poor guy,' you thought to yourself. 'He's drowning here'.
Feeling bad for him, you said he could walk you home after all.

His eyes lit up and he happily walked you home. When he walked away from your house you were sure you were never going to see him again, not knowing you were absolutely wrong.