"I think I’ve figured it out," Natasha murmurs as she and Bucky watch Steve, all five foot odd inches and ninety-something pounds of him, stride up to the Fedora who apparently thought that Cosplay Girl in her skin-tight Black Widow outfit was fair game.
The lady said ‘no,’ son, Steve was saying and somehow he manages to convey enough authority and confidence that even the Fedora - who was roughly the size of a brick shithouse - was taken aback.
"Figured out what?" Bucky mutters back absently, already mentally counting down as to when he was going to have to step in.
"The ‘a’ on his forehead."
Cosplay Black Widow Girl isn’t taking things sitting down either. She’s got her arms crossed and that’s a pretty damn good approximation of Nat’s glare as she tells the Fedora off.
"The what now?" Bucky figures Steve’s going to go for the beer bottle. He’s not completely hopeless, because of better food and medication, but he’s still got his size and weight working against him if he’s going to try to meet the guy strength for strength. But Steve’s not completely the hotheaded punk he used to be and he knows how to fight smart.
"The ‘a’ on his Captain America cowl. Helmet. Thing," Nat waves airily. "Figured out what it’s supposed to stand for."
Fedora’s the type of asshole who thinks just because a dame’s got her assets on display, that she’s lost all the right to say no. Fucking idiot. If a dame says no, you back off, whatever the hell else she’s wearing. Otherwise, you’re an asshole who deserves to have his face beat in. And oh, hey, there we go, Fedora’s trying to use his height and build to intimidate Steve. Bucky wanted to laugh. Steve hadn’t backed down from a fight even when he didn’t have the super serum and he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down now.
And Christ, Stevie was a beautiful sight, blue eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed, Irish temper up and running.
Fists are clenched. Fedora’s about to swing. And there he goes. Steve ducks. And Cosplay Black Widow Girl grabs the beer bottle and breaks it over Fedora’s head. Steve grabs the barstool and introduces it to Fedora.
Steve’s a gentleman. He makes sure Fedora’s thoroughly acquainted with Mr. Bar Stool and this time, he aims it right where it’s gonna hurt.
And Fedora has buddies. Of course.
Yeah, time for Bucky to step in. He hasn’t been in a good ol’ fashioned bar brawl since forever. He’s missed being in those with Steve.
"It’s adorable," Nat remarks even as she starts grabbing Bar Stools to introduce to Fedora’s buddies. "God bless Adorable."
"God bless America," Bucky grins.
Steve kind of squeaks when Cosplay Black Widow Girl grabs him for a…. what are the kids calling it these days? A glomp? Nat called it a glomp. Yeah, Steve got glomped by Cosplay Black Widow Girl and congratulated on his “dead on” cosplay of Pre-Serum Steve Rogers.
It wasn’t until a lot later that Tumblr figured out that the tiny, adorable, confused “Steve Rogers” cosplayer was the real thing. But then it helped when he got carried away by his adoring Winter Soldier.
"You are in so much trouble, Bucko!"
Adorable. Nat had him pegged after all.
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