Chapter 35 - Photo

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I had to argue with Bucky to make him let me work because he said I was 'emotionally unstable'. I only snapped three times. I haven't cried yet, nor have I broken anything and so I consider myself quite stable.

I got a warm welcome as walked into the bar, Ryan greeting me with a tight hug and a pat on the back.
"You saved my mom, Chris." He told me, and I could see he had tears in his eyes.
"What?" I replied with confusion.
"She was on that plane. The plane that nearly crashed but you saved it.. You saved my momma. And so many other lives. We wanted to thank you by throwing you a party. It's sorta a get well soon party as well, after your fall. Bucks tells me you've been recovering well." He rambled, leading us into the bar where there balloons set up and house music playing. The customers and workers that were already inside got up and cheered at our entrance.

I looked up at Bucky with a small smile, the same relief I felt before when sending that plane out into space. I saved lives. Bucky smiled down at me proudly and I couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" He asked, his face forming a frown.
"You smiled at me!" I replied, chuckling. "And it's a proud smile. You're proud of me."
"Of course I am." He nodded slowly, looking away from me. "You did good out there. Even though I told you to be careful, and then you went and flew into space."
I rolled my eyes, hitting his arm. "There's the criticism." I muttered just as Ryan turned to us with a Polaroid camera in hand.

"Is it alright if I take some photos? You can keep them if you like?" He asked. I nodded and shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't see a problem with it." I said, looking up at Bucky. "You?"
"If you're cool with it, I'm cool with it." He replied nodding at Ryan. Ryan grinned then took a few steps ahead of us, pointing the camera at us.
"Move a little closer, Chris." Ryan instructed, and in response, I shuffled closer to Bucky. "Closer. Closer. You know what, Bucky, hold the girl."
I laughed as Bucky put his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. "Easy!" I wanted him jokingly.
"Smile!" Ryan said. I forced a smile and just as Ryan was about to take the photo, Bucky poked my side with the hand around my waist. I couldn't help but giggle, and then the flash from the camera went off. I looked up at Bucky and scowled at him, elbowing him playfully.

"What was that for?" I asked as we waited for Ryan to shake out the picture.
"To make you smile for real." Bucky answered, a smile of his own on his face. I rolled my eyes then turned to face Ryan who held out the photo. Whatever Bucky did it worked. I smiled to myself as I took the photo from Ryan and looked it over. We looked so normal. As if Bucky wasn't an assassin that was nearly 90 years but looked 34. As if I wasn't some alien hero that had wings. As if we were just a guy and girl having fun at a bar.

"How about I take another so you can have one each?" Ryan suggested, breaking me out of my trance. Me and Bucky agreed, taking another shot. As I went off to start my shift, I looked back at Bucky still stood where were, staring at the photo in his hand. He was smiling too. Though it may have been a small smile, it was a smile all the same. And it was one of those sad smiles, the ones that said they longed for something they couldn't have. I watched him clear his throat and then pull out his wallet before sliding the photo into one of the slots. I was quick to look away before he realised I was staring, then I got to work.

Bucky had been out back for most of my shift, so I was left on my own whilst people thanked me and praised me. I was quite shy about it, telling them it was just instinct to help people. Others have mentioned extra tips when paying the check, getting the occasional card with a number of it. Of course, I just crumpled it up and put it in the bin after they'd left.

Bucky came about two and half hours after I started and took a seat on a barstool on the opposite side of the counter, a glass of whiskey already in his hand. I rose a brow at him as my eyes scanned the rest of the counter, seeing a blonde that had been eyeing Bucky for the past ten minutes.

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