Olivia Vitale is trying her best to get her life back on track. After escaping an abusive relationship, she moves back to her home city of Joy. She promises her roommate Carol to take it slow with relationships. That promise becomes harder to keep a...
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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲'𝐬 eyes trail up the back of Olivia's legs to her perky little ass as she hops through the door and bounces up the stairs to her and Carol's apartment after waving to him. He can't wipe the stupid grin from his face, it's impossible. He turns his face heavenward and breathes in deeply, enjoying the rays of sunlight.
The bike purrs between his legs, engine whirring like his metal arm does when he wakes up. He rolls back out onto the street and gasses up, weaving through cars much faster than he should. The cops can't touch him anyway. He soars through the streets and Joy, and for the first time in a while, he feels like the name fits the city. Unfortunately, the dream is soon ruined as the exterior of the bar belonging to The Compound comes into view.
He rolls into the parking lot. Everyone is up and about. Tony and Peter are inside of the mechanic's shop, both diligently working on Mrs Lockey's car. Peter's eagerly taking every direction Tony gives and swallowing the information like he always does. Pietro and Clint are bickering about something by their bikes – it looks like Clint's bike has gotten a scratch. Pietro's sister, Wanda, is standing next to them, shaking her head at her brother.
Bucky parks his bike and takes off the helmet, hanging it on the steering. He greets the people around. Clint raises an eyebrow, and Bucky quickly wipes the smirk away from his face. He hadn't thought about hiding that. The scowl slides over again, but it's too late.
"Looks like someone got laid, eh, Buck-o!?" Clint calls out, and Bucky's shoulders rise to his ears as he turns on the heel of his boots. Clint's face barely falters. Pietro tries to look busy, confidence dropping as the large man strides over to them. He glares down at the short-haired man, tensing his jaw.
"Ya done?" He gruffly asks, emphasizing with tilts of his head.
"Got it all out of my system, Bucky," Clint replies, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
"Good," he grumbles and pats his shoulder. "Think your bike got a scratch."
Clint scowls.
"You three know where Sam and T'Challa are?" Bucky asks and glances between all three of them.
"Think they're going over the finances with Scott in the back room of the shop," Pietro quickly says with a smile, and Bucky smiles, shaking his head.
"Thanks, but don't think you're off the hook yet, Quickie," he grins and grabs onto Clint's shoulder, squeezing before he makes his way towards the back of the shop.
When Peter notices him, he nearly drops the part Tony is trying to screw into place. Tony swears and grumbles. Peter quickly goes back to focusing on the work.
He notices Loki further in. He likes keeping to the corners and the shade. The black-haired man is cleaning parts of his bike behind the closed garage doors. The two men share a nod, and Bucky opens the door to the backroom. It's a small office-like space with a meeting room further in. It's where they discuss everything regarding shop business and decisions about the club.
