Imagine Qrow and Winter trying to make each other jealous for whatever reason.
Maybe they haven’t realized they want each other and Qrow sees Winter laughing with Ironwood and can’t figure out why it pisses him off. Maybe Winter sees Qrow place his hand on the small of Glynda’s back as he follows her out a door and she isn’t sure why she hates Glynda all of a sudden.
Words:1489 Bucky Barnes X Reader Summary: Reader is a bar tender who just cant seem to catch a break. One night after an all out brawl breaks out where she works, she finds herself trapped behind the counter with one of the patrons. A Patron with a metal arm who claims to know the Avengers. [Image not relevant, I just really liked it.]
“This is so not my day!” You huffed as a beer bottle whizzed
past your head. You should have gone home four hours ago, but the night
bartender had called out for their shift. Being the Good Samaritan that you
were, you offered to stay. Apparently, the universe decided that the best
reward for your small act of kindness would be an all-out brawl at the bar.
Cowering behind the counter you tried desperately to remember what your boss
had said the procedure for this was.
“You’re telling me!” A voice groaned from your left. You
looked over to see a man sitting a couple feet your left. His chin was lined
with stubble. His hair was grown out long, just reaching his shoulders. The
brim of a baseball hat covered most of his face but you got the impression that
you had nothing to fear from this man.
“Long day for you too, then?” You scooted over towards him.
Both so that you could avoid another flying beverage and so that you could hear
each other better.
“Long life.” He chuckled bitterly. He poked his head up over
the brim of the counter only to immediately pull himself back down. “Well
that’s not stopping any time soon.” He sighed. “I guess I should introduce
myself. I’m Bucky.”
“Nice to meet you Bucky. I’m [Y/n].” You grasped his hand
and gave it a shake. You were surprised by how smooth and cold his hand was.
You looked down. It was metal!
“Like I said, long life.” He repeated uncomfortably.
It was around 5:30pm when the last of the students left. I was still there of course, typing away furiously on my laptop. I needed to finish the last bits of a sports article. It was already past due and I didn’t want the senior editor to bite my head off tomorrow morning if they couldn’t get it printed on time. “The article is fine Joey. Save and print it.” I looked up from the screen, seeing Mr. Winter’s standing in front of the table I was seated at. He was smiling down at me, causing me to do the same at him. “I’m not even going to argue against you.” Proving him right, I quickly saved the article before finding the print option, selecting it as the sound of the printer working was heard through the large room. He plucked it up from the tray, giving it a look over quickly before setting it into the deadlines basket. “Joey, you’re going to make a good senior editor one day.” “You think so?” I asked him as I got up from the desk, closing my laptop as I slid it into my bag gently. I hoisted it onto my shoulder, holding the strap in place as I walked past him. “Yes. You work hard around here and you certainly don’t mind having to write the more, mundane articles.” He chuckled lightly. “I stumbled across your blog as well…” I stopped in my tracks, turning to look at him, surprise on my face. I hadn’t shared my writing with him. At least not my personal short stories. I began to wonder who had spilled those beans to him. “Like I said, you will have no problem becoming senior editor when the time comes.” He reached over then, locking the classroom door that was literally behind me.