Tony adjusted his hat and Everly shoved her hands into the pockets of the jacket Harley had lent her. She'd assumed that it was his mother's. She looked down at her freezing toes as they walked, accidently bumping a woman going in the opposite direction.
"I'm sorry." Everly hurried. Tony reached down to grab the glove the woman had dropped.
"Lady? This uh..." The stranger turned back to face them. The wind blew her short hair back, exposing the scars that spread across her face.
"Thank you." She took the glove.
Tony paused. "Nice haircut. It suits you."
"Nice watch." She looked down to the Dora watch strapped around his wrist.
"Yeah. A limited edition." Everly added from behind him.
"Oh, I don't doubt it. Well, have a good evening." The woman finished. Tony watched as she walked away.
"Klutz." He mumbled, brushing past Everly into the bar.
"Shut up." Country Christmas music boomed through the bar, accompanied by the clinking of pool balls, and the indistinct chatter of the people around them. Nearly every table and stool was full. Everly's nose burned with the scent of alcohol. The pair squeezed through the isles awkwardly. Tony started toward an older blonde woman sitting at a table by her lonesome. She held a set of military dog tags attached to a chain and looked at them sadly. He asked Everly to grab them some drinks, she groaned but ultimately headed for the bar.
She tapped her fingers against the stained wood, tracing the grains of the wood as she waited for their drinks. A man stumbled over and leaned against the bar beside her. She tried not to look at him, hoping to limit the chances of an interaction. She had no such luck.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?" He hiccupped.
"Who says I'm alone?"
"Well I don't see nobody else." The man held out his arms in an open gesture and turned from side to side, pretending to look. Everly chuckled, motioning for him to come closer. He grinned, leaning in toward her.
"I'm gonna walk away now." She whispered into his ear, grabbing their drinks from the counter and walking away. She shoved the glass into Tony's hand annoyedly and took a sip from her own. He glared at her, taking a final step toward the blonde woman.
"Mrs. Davis, mind if we join you?" He asked nicely.
"Free country." She answered.
"Sure is." Everly uttered as they both sat down at the table. Tony removed his hat and set it aside.
Mrs. Davis sat up straighter. "Alright. Where would you like to start?"
"I just want to say, I'm sorry about your loss." Tony sat back in his chair. "I wanna know what you think happened."
Mrs. Davis fidgeted nervously, glancing between the two. "Look, I brought your damn file. You take it, go." She said, plopping the folder on the table in front of Everly. Something about the way she was acting was odd. "Whatever was in here, he wanted no part of it." Tony opened the cover, looking through the pictures inside.
"Clearly you're waiting for someone else. Huh?" Everly asked. Tony glanced up at Everly, then back to Mrs. Davis.
"Supposed to meet someone here?" He questioned.
"Yeah." Mrs. Davis quietly replied. Tony continued flipping through the file, stopping at a page whose corner read 'MIA.' He took a moment to study the page before closing the folder and leaning forward.
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Everly || Steve Rogers
Fanfiction"Though I may cry a river, I will not drown in it." In which she needed a hero, so she became one. "She loved him too early, and he loved her too late." #1 in "thefirstavenger" as of 1/24/20 #1 in "buckybarnes" as of 5/4/20 #1 in "captainamericathef...
