Bucky Barnes Imagines

imagine #12 (part 2)

You: I'm so sorry Jess.

Your manager stares daggers at you as you plead your case for the 100th time about being late.

Jess: (y/n) I'm tired of having to call you all the time to remind you that you have a damn job.
You: I know I know but I really need it. I'm almost done with my online schooling and can be full time and you will have my full attendance I swear.
Jess: you keep saying that and I keep falling for it. No.
You: Jess please. My family disowned me and all I have is my beat up apartment. You guys are all I have left to keep me on my two feet.

Okay so maybe the beat up apartment was a lie but everything else was true. Family kicked me out cause I wouldn't go into the family business of hero work. Now, I'm a college student working at Starbucks and secretly stealing artifacts as a hobby.

Jess: ....Fine. but the next time your late it's the last straw.
You: thank you so much Jess. I owe you that straw.

Walking out of the back office you tie your apron on; with your name tag on it, and throw on your cap with a smile on your face. Only to be greeted by a not so happy customer. His hair was pulled into a pony tail with a beat up old cap on and a sweatshirt with captain America's symbol on it. His baggy grey sweatpants fit his style with his run downed sneakers. The only thing that stood out were his piercing eyes.

You: Good Afternoon sir! How can I help you today?
Guy: .....can I just have a cup of dark coffee.
You: uh okay. Venti, Grande, Tall.
Guy: A small.
You: .......oooookaaaaaay. One small dark coffee? Name?
Guy: Bucky.
You: Bucky got it. It will be ready shortly.
Guy: don't I need to pay.
You: it's on the house. You were our....50th customer today. *liar*

He just stares at you for a few seconds and walks off to the corner seats of the restaurant. Someone definitely needed coffee today.

I grab a tall and start on the coffee. Just because I'm the type of person to add a little flavor to mine I figured maybe a little flavor in his will brighten his mood. As the coffee is brewing I get a shiver down my back like someone is watching me. Without moving to much I see out the corner of my eye this bucky guy staring me down. Who the hell is this guy? The coffee finishes and I add a spoon full of sugar mixing it in so that it's not grainy. I grab a sleeve and write Bucky on the cup with a little message. You personally walk to his table set the cup down in front of him.

You: Small coffee for Bucky. Enjoy.

You go and deal with the other waiting customer as Bucky sits their staring at the cup that said " For Bucky, staring is rude. Here is my number kis-smy-asss." A little smirk plays on his lips as he keeps re-reading it. Grabbing the cup he walks out the store unnoticed towards his truck.

Rhodes: you get any dna?
Bucky: nope.
Rhodes: anything?
Bucky: a coffee.
Rhodes: ....any details.
Bucky: Not any that matched our bandit. Maybe she has a sibling that they don't know is doing crimes.
Rhodes: maybe. We will have to look into her family. Did you at least get me a coffee?
Bucky: no money.
Rhodes: ..how did you get the coffee?

Bucky just shrugs basically saying conversation over and takes a sip of the coffee. The coffee tasted dark but a little sweet. The taste of sugar reminiscing on the taste buds.

Bucky: *smiles* it was on the house.

Rhodes just sighs and starts the truck back up pulling out the parking lot. Bucky stares at the message and takes out is phone.

K-5
I-4
S-7

S-7
M-6
Y-9

A-2
S-7
S-7
S-7

Bucky just laughs in his head and saves the number in his phone under "sugar".

Rhodes: why are you so smiley today? It's unnatural.
Bucky: coffee makes me happy.