Bucky was hanging out at an Army officer’s club, arguing with two lieutenants who had been drinking, and the new Captain America had overheard saying the late Steve Rogers was a pussy, and “since when does Captain America surrender?” Bucky had of course called them pukes, and told them to take it back, before they told Bucky to shut up, and called him a monster. When Samantha had intervened, he took the opportunity to punch one of the Army lieutentants right in the jaw, with his flesh and blood hand, and a vicious bar fight began, with Samantha and Bucky taking on every drunk officer they could get their hand on.
Bucky sat in a cell, next to Sam, having been arrested once the military police had arrived, at the officer’s club in Virginia. He had a bloody nose, and his right eye was slightly swollen shut from taking a few hits, having to be liberal with the use of his strength and speed, to not permanently hurt or kill anyone accidently.
“I’m going to have those lousy fucks court martialed. I hate the New Army. Those two pukes were from Delta Force. They should be ashamed of themselves.”
He pressed an icy rag to the side of his face, sighing, tired, wearing the green shirt and slacks of an Army dress uniform, the double silver bars of an Army Captain on the epaulettes on his shoulders.
She reached over and clasped his hand. “You did the right thing and that brawl was beautiful, Buck.” Her lip was split and her left eye was swollen completely shut.
“They are damn pricks. Think they know better than everyone.” She shook her head, hissing as her braids hit her face. Letting out a long sigh, she leaned over and put her head on his shoulder. She wasn’t in uniform, just a simple white racerback and camo pants with her boots.
“Least all we’re doing is jail time for beating them. They are gonna lose their careers.” She murmured, lacing her fingers with his.
“I’m sorry to drag you into all of this. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I started the fight. I threw the first punch. I don’t care what happens to me.” He holds the ice to his face.
“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m just not liking the present day America. Any officer would have been pistol whipped by Patton for talking about a superior officer that way. There’s just no respect, absolutely no respect. I don’t care if those pricks were off duty, and drinking, and fooling around. That uniform doesn’t end when you go off post. And you don’t talk about Steve Fucking Rogers. Like that.”
“You started the fight? Buck, I pulled my damn gun on the fucktard.” She curled her legs under her. “I’m hold as much responsibility here as you do.” She gave his hand a squeeze, glad she was holding his flesh hand.
“And you’re right. I’ve been there, have a false tooth because my superior decked me for bad attitude.” She chuckled at the memory. “Steve was my friend and hero too. Hell.. he’s the reason I got my sorry ass into gear and joined the army."
