I ‘d leave, but I don’t know
how to do anything else.
I’m still sort of on hiatus until the end of this month when my summer classes are over. I have stuff due and exams, but I should be around this weekend. sorry xo
“Better be careful or you’re gonna break it,” Bucky’s words run together, crashing up against one another. He leans back, glass tipping with him. His heels grab at the bottom rung of his stool but he’s off balance anyway, reaching for the counter top for support.
"Do you like… have a badge or somethin’?"
“I t’s SHIELD issued. I’ll — get another. And another. You can pretend your arm is a gun.”
The world spins when he turns on his seat to face Bucky, clumsy fingers digging into his jacket to find his SHIELD issued badge.
“ I’m official.”
"Big man on campus.”
He pushes through the fallen soldiers on the counter ahead of him for his half-full beer. Knuckles brushing against two empty pint glasses, Bucky tips it back for a sloppy sip. His elbow lands in a circle of spilled liquor. Shoulder slouching, he looks back at Roman.
"Wish I could be a cop. Two of us’d get like… two hundred more criminals. We’d be uns—unstoppable."
T he drink in front of him is half full, golden liquid tempting him to finish. Roman presses it to his mouth and nearly falls back in the seat as he guzzles it down, slamming it hard on the counter.
“ We should be. I — have jurisdictions to stop criminals, you know. And — and a gun.”
”So, uh, you’re basically a cop, right”
“B asically, better. Better than a cop could do. I could
get like — a hundred more criminals per the hours.”