Authors note: Sorry that almost all the chapters have a party at the bar, but I do enjoy writing them, so, just let me know if it's too much. There will be a change in scenarios and background later in the story. Also, thank you for all the support on my book! I really do appreciate it especially when I know you guys are enjoying this story. Like always, don't be afraid to leave and chapter suggestions or writing tips.
Y/N, Bucky and Buck were all hanging out at Glenn Dye's 25th mission party. Live music, a bar, women, and men in uniform celebrating the near impossible victory of the bomber pilots. Y/N, dressed in one of her favourite dresses, enjoying the time she's able to be out of her uncomfortable and itchy uniform. (Choose you own dress) She was sipping on a small glass of whiskey, listening in on the conversation of her closest friends. She looks around the room, watching the others having a blast. Her eyes eventually land on an unfamiliar group of boys. Four to be exact. Must be the new crew that was brought in yesterday, she thought to herself before interrupting the best friend's banter.
"Looks like the new guys decided to join the party", she says motioning to the group of boys with her glass in hand.
They both look over, taking in the sight of their happy faces, clearly undamaged from seeing the horrors of the war. Immature, one could describe them as.
"I guess it's only polite to go introduce ourselves", Bucky says, throwing back his drink and placing the glass back on the bar.
"Don't embarrass them this time", Y/N scolds remembering the times where the boys have frightened new recruits from missions that they haven't yet been assigned to.
"When have I ever?", he whines looking down at the dressed-up girl beside him.
"Don't ask a question you already know the answer to", Buck backs her up to which she smiles in victory.
Bucky puts an arm behind his back and puts his other hand out in front of him, "M'lady."
She takes his hand and smiles, "Major."
The three of them walk over to the group of men, though the clicking of Y/N's heels caught their attention first, presumable assuming a girl was coming up to them to ask for a dance as they all stopped talking and averted their gaze in her direction.
"Fellas", Bucky greets, a wide smile on his face.
"Gentlemen", Buck greets right after.
"Major Egan", one of them say back.
"Major Cleven", another follows.
"Rosenthal, Nash", Bucky points to two of them.
"That's right", Nash replies.
"Copilots, uh, Spatz, and Lewis?", Buck tries.
"Speas, sir", Nash corrects him.
"Speas", Buck repeats ensuring he gets it right next time.
"Lewis, sir. But people call me Pappy", he chuckles.
"You boys, you were pilots before the war?", Bucky asks.
"Lawyer, sir", Rosenthal answers.
"Lawyer?", Bucky says quite impressed.
"I practiced uh-"
"Where'd you learn to fly a B-17?", Buck cuts him off.
"Laredo. Nine months, 12 hours a day. Gunnery training", he responds. "Lieutenant Nash too."
"Well, you boys, you come with a hell of a reputation. I'll tell you that", Bucky compliments.
"Are you talking about us flying in our skivvies, sir?", Rosie laughs.
Y/N raises her eyebrows at that. Bold comment but say what you want.
"I'm not following", Bucky says.
"Well, we were known for flying in our underwear", Speas clarifies.
"All of you?"
"Yes, sir", they all nod.
"That's what the kids are doing these days?"
"In Texas, those forts get so hot, you could fry an egg on the instrument panel", Rosie adds on.
"Is that so?", Buck says. "We hadn't heard about the underwear, but we, uh...", He looks over at Bucky. "We heard you're outstanding pilots."
"We're happy to be in the war, sir", says Rosie. "We've been requesting a combat position for months. Now that we're here, feels like we're actually gonna do something."
"Yeah, you'll do something all right", Bucky slightly smiles at Rosie and nods, ending their conversation. He pulls on Y/N's hand leading them away from the group.
She waves at them and smiles, and Buck tells them to enjoy themselves. They head back to the bar, leaning on the counter. Bucky never let go of her hand, though he would give it the odd squeeze and rub it with his thumb unconsciously.
It had been a few hours since they've talked to the group, but Y/N saw Rosie coming back up to the Majors.
"Major Egan, Major Cleven", he greets and looks over at her. "Ma'am."
She smiles sweetly in response, bowing her head in a greeting.
"I uh... I heard you were already on 20 missions."
"Around there", Buck says.
"Well, he's at 21", Bucky discloses.
"Any advice?"
"Try to stay alive", Buck resolves.
"For at least 11 missions", Bucky adds on.
Rosie nods, "Yes, sir. What uh, what happens after that?"
"Ah, you beat the odds", Bucky brushes off. "Or you didn't, you know?"
Y/N hits his shoulder at his last remark.
Rosie stays quiet for a while before speaking again, "Thank you, Major. Major."
"You have a good night."
"You too."
After he turns around she looks up at Bucky. "You really suck at talking to new people."
"What are you talking about?"
"Or you didn't? Seriously?", She pushes herself off the counter. "I'll be right back." She says before walking over to Rosie who is still making his way somewhere away from the two men. She can feel Bucky's gaze locked on her while she approaches him. She wraps her arm around his and walks with him.
He's confused and shocked for a moment, quickly looking over at who had grabbed him, but became more at ease once he saw the bright face of the girl he had noticed earlier wrapped around him. "Ma'am."
"Oh, please, no need for formalities, just call me Y/N, and sorry for Bucky and Buck. They haven't grasped to concept of shutting their mouths."
He chuckled before nodding and bringing her to a corner where they could talk without disruption. She lets go of him and just stands beside him.
"Look, they've seen a lot. What happens in the air contradicts what you see in this room. They've lost many friends, and they try to toughen up the new recruits as quickly as possible. You'll make it to 25. Trust me. Your reputation didn't get spread around for nothing", she smiles up at him.
"I sure hope so", he sighs laughing nervously and rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, the muscles tensing as his adams apple bobs with a sharp swallow.
"You've also got an entire team behind your back. A talented one at that. You won't be left alone in the sky under any circumstance. If they can help you, they will"
He smiles gratefully and looks around the room. "Will I see you around here again?"
She smiles back and laugh gently "Oh, I'm sure you will. I get placed wherever they need me, so I see everyone here quite often."
"I don't know when I'll need to see your beautiful face again, so I'll be sure to keep a lookout", he flirts harmlessly a grin still prominent on his features.
"Well, call the captain when you do. He always knows where I am", she says back, a light tint of pink coming across her features.
He's about to ask her a question before the doors of the bar burst open.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What the hell is he doing here?
One thing that Y/N never mention was that she was already married. If you could even call it that. The only person who knew about this was Curt. They had been friends since childhood and knew practically everything about one another. He was actually the one to help her escape from her home and land her a position at the base where he was an official pilot. She did not hesitate to run off with him. She left a note for her parents and got countless letters back to her, but the captain knew of her family situation and assured her she wouldn't leave the base by any means. Miles Mannor was a man who was heavily respected by Y/N's family. His father being incredibly rich to which Miles would inherit at one point. They were paying off the military so he wouldn't be drafted so Y/N's parents thought he would be perfect for their daughter. Rich, handsome, a house, a future, and no chance of losing him to war. A dream family. But behind everything was the constant manipulation and tendency to assume that the girl would fulfill everything he pleased. Y/N spent countless nights at Curt's house to escape him, being engaged at only 17. The Biddick family was more of a family than her own and she wouldn't know how life would've turned out for her without him. That was the reason they were so close.
And yet, not even two years later stood at the entrance of the bar is Miles with an officer escort.
Y/N's body tenses up as her heart began to pick up speed. She does not shift her eyes from the man who intruded the party and dismisses herself from Rosie. "It was lovely meeting you", she says before looking around the room for Curt. Thank God he's here.
Miles is desperately looking around the bar, the veins in his neck protruding outwards as the anger he tries so hard to mask is given away from the bulging red appearance from his face before his eyes land on her. A wicked grin creeps on his face. "Y/N! Baby!"
That catches the attention of everyone in the room, the music quickly fading into nothing and eyes whip from the strange man at the door and the girl everyone knows. Great.
She backs away slowly and he starts speed walking towards her, determination laced in his gritting teeth.
"I've missed you", he says in a whiny manner, trying to get to her as quickly as he can.
"Curt!", she calls for her friend, trying to get to Buck and Bucky before the man in front of her can reach her.
"On it", he replies making his way over to Miles as soon as possible and stands in front of him, blocking him from his so-called wife.
"Out of my way, Biddick", he spat, tone laced with annoyance, staring daggers into the eyes of the man he would never forget as the one who stole his future.
"Oh, come on, Miles. Don't you want to catch up?", he smiles, dusting off his shoulders. "I mean, come on, why are you in such a rush?"
"I'm surprised you even remember me."
"How could I forget you? I mean, you're the only man I know you doesn't fight for his country."
His jaw tenses at that, causing him to take a swing at Curt. He moves out of the way efficiently, putting his hands up, mocking surrender.
"Woah, hit a nerve did I?", he taunts.
"Get out of my way", Miles repeats.
"Why are you here Miles? There's no need for you."
"I'm here to take my wife home", he says as it's the most obvious thing ever.
Bucky looks over at Y/N surprised, and hurt? Maybe. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"This is her home. And I don't think she wants to leave with you." Curt looks behind him and looks at Y/N. "Do you want to leave with him?"
"No, I don't think I do."
"See? So, I'm gonna have to ask you, and your oh so huge bank account to leave."
"She's obviously been brainwashed by you war torn pilots."
"Go home Miles", Y/N says strictly.
"But baby. You know I miss you, and I know you've missed me too. These men can't give you the pleasure that I can", he whines.
"You heard the lady", Curt answers for her. "Out."
Miles pushes past him and stomps over to her. He lost his patience.
Almost like a miracle, the captain had been informed about the events that were taking place in the bar and came up behind the man, placing his hand firmly on his shoulder and making him spin around. "I think it's best you leave Mr. Mannor. I never got a request for a visit. You know they're necessary, right?"
Miles scoffs and rolls his eyes. "She's better off with me, you know that right?"
"Officer take him out", he demands at the man who had initially brought him in and wasted no time in escorting him back outside. "Continue the party", he calls out, walking back out the bar but not without nodding to Y/N who mouths and appreciative 'thank you'.
The music roars back to life as everyone in room slowly goes back to their previous conversations and Curt walks over to the girl wrapping his arms around her in a hug to which she gratefully returns.
"Is it just me or has his hair been turning white? He looks a lot uglier from when I last saw him"
The girl lets out a laugh and lets go of him. "Thank you, Curt."
"No need to thank me, you know I'm always here."
She nods before he gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze and returns to his table group. Y/N feels a presence behind her, an arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back flush against the one behind her.
"You never told me you were married?"
"I don't know if you could even call it that. My parents arranged it. Curt brought me here to get away", she says, turning her head back so she was now looking up Bucky who locked their gazes together.
"Does that mean that I still have a chance?", he smirks, dimples showing while one of his hands brushes a stand of hair away from her face, the rough skin from his backhand hitting the skin on her cheek a slight admiration in his eyes as he looks down at the girl in his arms.
Her eyes move between the two of his, analyzing the look that he was giving her. "Stop looking at me like that"
"Like what?"
"Like you want to kiss me."