ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ━ Bucky Barnes/Avengers

07: drunk but honest

1940s...

"I'm guessing you're avoiding me now?"

I cross my arms, "I am not."

"Well then what are you doing?"

I gesture my drink at him before chugging it down, "Enjoying my drink."

"I don't think you should be drinking too much," he says, looking uneasy.

I raise a brow, "Why not? Afraid I can't handle it?"

I ask for another glass from the waiter behind Bucky and he brings it right away. As soon as the glass is placed on the table, I start drinking again. For the first couple of glasses, he doesn't say anything until I'm down to my fourth one.

Before I take another sip, Bucky steals the glass from me.

"Alright, I think you've had enough," he says and finishes the drink for me.

I glare at him, "That was mine."

"Not anymore."

When I was about to argue back, a strong wave of pain hit me in my head. From the corner of my eye, I could see Bucky giving me that look. Maybe I did drink a little too much.

"I told you so."

I roll my eyes, "Whatever."

"Why are you drinking so much? Was it because of earlier?"

I shake my head and chuckle, "No no no... well, maybe." I place my elbows on the table and rest my chin on my palm, "I'm just, conflicted. I don't know what I want."

He smirks, "Did my confession move you?"

"You almost kissed me, again. But it's not just you," I place my other hand on my chest, "it's me. I don't know who I am."

He raises a brow, realizing we're on a different topic. "What do you mean?"

I smile and offer him my hand, "You want to see what I mean?"

He hesitates, but eventually, he takes my hand.

"What now?"

I wait for a little longer before noticing that nothing is happening. His hands were supposed to be frozen by now. I held up our hands and stare at it with confusion.

"You're supposed to feel something by now, can't you feel anything?" I ask him.

He shakes his head, "What am I supposed to feel?"

We stare at each other for a moment and I realize that I was giving myself away, but I don't think he took it seriously.

"Nothing." I let go of his hand as I stand up to leave, "I should go, before I get drunk and say something I don't want to say. And don't try to stop me."

He stands up too, which catches me by surprise, "I won't. In this state, it's better if you do go back to your tent."

"So what, you're going with me?"

He nods.

I sigh out loud, but instead of arguing back, I turn my back to him and exit the bar with him trailing behind me. I just can't seem to lose him. The whole walk back to the base was exhausting, too. I keep on stumbling and struggling to walk while Bucky keeps his distance, but just close enough to catch me if I ever fall.