Western Marvel (Complete)

Apple Juice?

Peter checked into the motel. Peter wondered if that was the appropriate term. He asked the desk lady where he could go to get food, if there was a grocery store or anything nearby. She had told him there was a market down the street, and a tavern up the street. Now, Peter wasn't dumb, but he wasn't Mr. Stark levels. So when he went up the street instead of down, it wasn't his fault. Directions are confusing. He was thirsty, so he pushed open the tavern doors, and entered. They closed behind him, and went side to side a bit, until finally returning to their resting position. Everyone in here looked hardcore. Well, except for a few people, but Peter's attention wasn't on them. He knew he couldn't just stand in the entrance forever, so he walked in, and sat down at one of the open stools at the bar. There was someone playing piano. Peter hadn't expected it to be so stereotypical western movie.

"What do you want?" The bartender asked gruffly. He had shoulder length brown hair, and he seemed to have a metal arm, and brown eyes.

"Uh, apple juice?" He asked. The bartender placed a glass in front of Peter, and started filling it with Juicy Juice apple juice. Peter prefered Motts, but he probably didn't have a choice this time.

"You're new, right?" The bartender asked

"Yeah." Peter responded, looking up at the man

"How long you here?" He asked, with a very thick southern accent.

"A long time." Peter said

"I'm Bucky, you are?" He asked

"Peter." He responded

"I like your shirt." Bucky said. It was a blue t-shirt, with some light designs, Peter felt like he should compliment something Bucky was wearing too, so he expertly responded:

"I like your arm." Yep. Great going Peter. Totally not insensitive at all.

"Thanks?" Bucky responded

"Sorry." Peter said, embarrassed

"No, it's fine, most people find it weird. Especially here." Bucky said, sympathetic

"How'd you lose it?" Peter asked

"Oh, I fell of a train, hit it, then the evil organization cut it off." Bucky explained

"The Illuminati?" Peter exclaimed

"Yes Peter. I'm so glad you caught on. I'm a member of the Illuminati." Bucky said.

"Really?!" Peter asked

"No, it was Hydra, they brainwashed me, and came this close to almost ruining my entire life." Bucky said

"Oh," Peter said. "Depressing."

"Yeah, I guess. But it's fine. You know I have a friend?" Bucky asked

"Don't most people?" Peter asked, curious

"Yeah, but he's the sheriff round' these parts." Bucky said, sounding like an authentic cowboy

"Oh, who is he?" Peter asked

"Steve." Bucky said, with a wistful expression and voice

"Is he your boyfriend or something?" Peter asked

"No!" Bucky suddenly said. "He's a friend. He's just great though."

"Cool. Should I go see him, or something?" Peter asked

"Probably. If you're really here for a while. He's up about 3 buildings in the sheriff's office."

"I'll go after I finish here." Peter said

"Go now, nobody here drinks apple juice, so I should really be thanking you for getting rid of it. We still have like, 20 more boxes full of it in back."

"Oh, thanks. I'll come back to see you later." Peter said getting up. He waved to Bucky on his way out.