Get Lost, Hood

The Drive-In

Bucky looked into the mirror as water dripped down into his small sink. The dark patches under his eyes gave him an even more brooding look than usual, but they went along with the busted lip from earlier that week, so he couldn't complain. "Bucky, we ain't got all day! Hurry up," called Steve from down the hall. Bucky sighed as he picked up the ragged towel and wiped his face. He then dipped his fingers into his tin of hair grease and rubbed it into his shaggy brown hair. Once he was happy with it, he threw his weathered leather jacket over his tight fitting white tank top. He took one last look in the mirror before stepping out into the hall of their tiny house.

He traveled down the small corridor and into the living area of the house where Steve was sitting on the couch in an old jean jacket bouncing his leg. At the sight of Bucky, he shot up. "Finally. You know we're gonna be late because of you. We might miss the start of the movie," Steve rambled. Bucky laughed. "Relax, ma. We're gonna be fine," he said cooly as he went to grab the keys to his truck. Steve beat him to them. "Oh no, I'm drivin' this time." Bucky laughed at Steve. "And why's that?" Steve shook his head. "Oh c'mon, Buck last week you nearly crashed the thing trying to see how fast you could go."

Bucky sighed. He had to admit, while Steve may have been a bit smaller than Bucky, he was a much better driver. And for once, Bucky wasn't in a fighting mood. He rolled his eyes and Started to leave. "We'll be back by eleven Ma'," he called to the back of the house. "And no later," came the voice of Bucky's mother from the back of the house. "Yeah, yeah," Bucky muttered. He and Steve then stepped out of the house.

The drive-in was packed when they got there after some scolding from Steve over Bucky making them late so they wouldn't get a good spot, Bucky suggested they go get a seat up near the front instead of sitting in their cars. Steve begrudgingly obliged.

As they walked to the front of the lot, they saw lots of kids, most of whom they knew. Lots of them were just joshing around. They could have sworn a couple of them were even a little drunk. That wasn't unlikely. Bucky pulled out a cigarette and lit it as they continued. While they saw lots of kids from their school, they didn't see anyone from their crew. They did, however, see a troubling sight. Up in one of the rows of seats, some jerk was hitting on a girl. She was clearly struggling. "GET LOST, HOOD," she yelled. They soon realized that the jerk was their friend, Clint. Bucky was immediately displeased.

He went up to Clint and pulled him off the girl. "Pick on someone your own size," he said confidently. Clint raised an eyebrow. "Easy there, hawk. We were just having a little fun. Weren't we, Red." The girl gave Clint the deadliest stare Bucky had ever seen. It made Bucky want to smile. Clint threw up his hands and backed away. Both Steve and Bucky glared at him as they watched him leave. Once he was gone, they rounded the seats and sat on either side of the two girls. Bucky next to the redhead, and Steve next to a brunette.

"You alright," Bucky asked. The girl just scoffed. "I had that under control, but yes, I'm fine. You blitzed," she asked, wondering if Bucky was drunk. Bucky laughed. "Nah, I don't drink. It's no fun to do gnarly stuff when you can't remember it." Natasha raised her eyebrows to him. "And it's also... illegal," Bucky stumbled to fix his statement. Natasha laughed. "So, uh...What do I call you?

"My friends call me Red," Natasha said in a monotone. Bucky lifted his arm around her seat. "Hey there, Red." Natasha quickly batted his arm away. "You aren't my friend."

"And Clint is?"

"Used to be before he hung out with you guys and became an ass."

"So what do I call ya?"

"Nat will do just fine."

Bucky realized he had in fact seen her a couple of times "Oh you're that gal I've seen running around with that mirror warmer Anthony." Natasha scoffed at this. "Oh, please. I'm my own woman. He may be my friend, but he is a mirror warmer for sure. Besides, he's going off with that fink Virginia. Not that I dislike her more than I dislike anyone else, just don't know what she sees in him."

Bucky was beginning to like Natasha. She was a nice change of pace from the stuck up Socs he'd come to know. Her sass made him laugh and he had to admit, she was very pretty with her long red hair and her sweater, skirt, and button up. She was dressed so you'd underestimate her. Bucky admired that. He then remembered how he'd just seen Cint treat her and felt sorry. "Hey," he started, leaning over towards her. She drew back, but he continued talking. "You gotta know that all of us Greasers aren't like that skuzz Clint."

Natasha scoffed again. "Oh and thank God for that. What would I do without kind greasers like yourselves. Look I may not look like it, but I am more than just a skirt for you to hit on," she said as she turned her head back to the movie screen. Bucky sighed. What had he expected? She was a Soc. A badass Soc, but still a Soc. Bucky wasn't the type to give up easily, however. Even if it would take some more patience. He settled back in his seat before saying, "I'm gonna go get some refreshments. Would you like to come with me and order something for you and your friend."

Natasha sighed and looked over at her friend. Bucky could tell she was considering it. Her friend smiled and said "I'll be alright. You go on. I'd love a cherry coke and some popcorn. I think Steve over here will watch me." Natasha glared at her friend's non-existent attempt to get her out of spending time with Bucky. "Alright, fine. You owe me, Peg." Peggy smiled mischievously as she scooted over to let Natasha and Bucky get up out of the row. Bucky took Steve's order and they began to walk across the lot.