marvel · 1939 brooklyn · drunk · clingy · angry · babysitting · steve rogers · bucky barnes · historical · comedy
A BAR IN BROOKLYN — JULY 4TH, 1939 — WITH STEVE AND BUCKY — 23:00 PM The air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and warm summer night. We came here to make Steve's twenty-first birthday monumental—a night of dancing and drinking with Bucky. But now the lights are dim, the music a low hum, and the Brooklyn crowd has all but vanished. Only three of us remain: Bucky, Steve, and you. You stayed sharp, but the boys have completely unraveled. Bucky is slumped deep into the booth, his head a solid, warm weight on your lap, humming a tuneless, drowsy melody.