Bucky has been going to the same bar ever since he was pardoned from his crimes. The bar was always the same with dark lighting, drunk patrons singing out of tune, the smell of alcohol mixed with puke and the worn out but comfortable bar stools. But today when he came strolling in to the bar he was surprised to see a bartender, who still looked like you were 18. He had decided to ignore it as he was over one hundred but still looked young ( enough ), given that he was trapped in ice.

You were making a drink for a man covered in a red and black suit. Bucky was startled as he realised it was the infamous Deadpool also known as the merc with a mouth. The two of them seemed to be having small argument. What the hell was deadpool doing here, talking with you?

As he sat at the bar he could have sworn that he heard the merc telling you, you shouldn’t be working after being stabbed. This statement caused Bucky to freeze and turn around while the younger shrugged it off and said it was only a minor stab wound.

“Why are you even here anyway?” Bucky heard you ask Deadpool as you were finished with the other person. “Why can’t I come and visit my friends” responded Deadpool is his usual cheerful voice. “Who said we are friends pool?” You asked. “You’re so mean, but admit it we are friends” said Deadpool. The younger just kept cleaning the counter, laughing in response. “You wish” you responded through while trying to hide your laughter.

Bucky turned his head as the door opened and he saw a man in full black, leader jacked and a skull on his shirt. The damn Punisher. Many customers upon seeing him ran out of the bar in hopes that they were not the next target. “Hey Frank.” He turned his head with wide eyes as he heard you greet him and the Punisher doing the same before sitting.

Bucky will admit that he was a little bit surprised by the fact that you seemed to know Deadpool, not to mention the vigilante. it made him wonder just who the hell you were.