"1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink 

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink 

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw 'em back, till I lose count"


The sounds of the city were clear on the rooftop. Loud sirens, horns beeping, people yelling and laughing. The city was alive and having fun and I was almost drunk and feeling dizzy.

It was silent between us and it was starting to feel awkward, I felt compelled to talk, but I kind of knew if I did, I might make a fool of myself.

The words just flew out of my mouth as if choking on a soda.

"So, you were in the war?", I said stupidly. As soon as the words exited my lips, I wanted to punch myself. I couldn't believe I said that.

He looked at me, "Yeah, I was. Steve didn't tell you?", he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh god, yes. I'm so sorry. I'm a bit tired and sometimes when I'm nervous I say things I shouldn't. God.", I said to him rubbing my forehead in embarrassment.

He smiled, almost as if he thought it was funny. "It's fine.", he replied.

"Steve said you work at a psychiatric facility. He said you're from out of town. He didn't tell me much else about you.", Bucky said with a soft tone.

"Oh yeah, I work as a medical technician. I do like intake...of the patients who come in.", I said to him. I was trying to keep the subject on my work, so I didn't spill the beans about my life, my real life. The last thing I needed was for some mysterious stranger to know all the dirty details.

"You're not comfortable with them, are you?", he said making a pointing gesture to the door.

"Oh...no, I Mean I don't mind them, I'm just not comfortable in general...around people I mean. I just have some anxiety. I worry too much.", I said to him tripping over my words.

"I don't blame you.", he replied, taking a swig of his beer.

"I guess you aren't either. Comfortable I mean. Since you're up here.", I said to him.

He just looked down and furrowed his brow. He closed his eyes really tightly for a second and then licked his lips. I tried not to focus on that part.

"Yeah. I spent a lot of time alone. I don't...uh...really know how to...talk to them. I guess.", he replied finishing his beer.

He pulled two more beers out of his jacket pocket that I had no idea he had. I was relieved and a bit worried as I was already feeling very close to very drunk.

"Sometimes I feel like they don't get me. Like, they are all so happy. No worries, no problems. Everything is great all the time and here I am, worrying about everything...worrying about regular life stuff and Steve worries about his coffee being too strong.", I laughed as I said this and Bucky opened my beer for me and set it on the little table between us.

I knew I shouldn't be talking so much. I mean, I didn't know him, but I felt like I did. I felt like I had known him forever, it was so strange and foreign to me. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. I never felt like anyone knew me. Even at the compound, I felt invisible. Like I was some sort of human walking around in a shell. A scared, invisible turtle.

He chuckled a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I mean, towards Steve. I love him to death, I just sometimes need a break from the...", I was saying, searching for the right work and he finished my sentence.

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