"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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Sick as SecretsFanfiction
Gabe was running from her old life. She knew if she didn't, she wouldn't survive much longer. She had secrets and knew she had to hide, but where would she go? How could she be sure they would never find her? Little did she know that she would m...