You were staring at a smiling face. Well, it was more like a smiley face. That god damn smiley face that would turn your life around for ever, inevitably. With shaking hands, you reached for your phone. After finding out you were pregnant, your first instinct was to call him; the father of your unborn child. But you put the phone down again with a trembling sigh. Everything would be easier if he hadn’t broken up with you two months ago. And if you wouldn’t see him tonight on Tony Stark’s birthday party.

Later that day, after a full mental breakdown in the bathroom and a cold shower to clean up the mess that the tears left on your face, you found yourself sitting at the bar in Tony’s penthouse. Chattering people, laughter and music surrounded you. You tried to listen to the conversation of a few shield agents, but you were barely able to follow. Of course your eyes kept scanning the room for a certain super soldier, but he was no where in sight.

“She takes an aperol.” It was him. You knew it before you turned around on your barstool to look up at him. The bartender nodded and got to work, mixing your favorite drink. “Hey.” You said, forcing a smile on your lips. God, he looked good. Even in such a smile thing as a black shirt that seemed just a little too tight around his biceps. “You look good.” Bucky said, instead of a greeting. And your head was spinning again, without a sip of alcohol. The bartender placed the orange, bubbly drink next to you on the countertop and just now you remembered that you probably shouldn’t drink any alcohol right now. “I don’t… I don’t drink tonight.” You said, pushing the glass away from you. Bucky raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Oh? Didn’t think I would ever hear those words out of your mouth. Is there a reason for that?” He asked, leaning against the countertop.