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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 12

Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.

Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)

Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 1,186

Characters: James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky”, Colin Shea, Simon Forrester (from WYN played by Matrin Freeman who is now Everett K. Ross in Civil War), Clint Barton, OFC Dane. You all know I’m abbreviating that to be “Original Fictional Character” and not “Original Male Character”, right? (I always get these things wrong, but I’m still marching forward to the beat of my own drummer.)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Notes:  First off, this chapter ends that round of typing craze. Yay. Second…There was a moment, towards the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron, where Clint Barton/Hawkeye was mumbling under his breath all the horrible things he could do to Quicksilver just for being that PITA. That moment has been stuck in my mind since….


12.

 

“Buck!”

My shoulder feels like it’s made of bouncing rubber. The waves rocket though my arm and into my chest as I flail about. My metal hand clasps around the wrist of the sleep assassin. My eyes crack open to find Colin, hair disheveled and eyes sleepy, staring down at me.

“It’s four in the morning. Aren’t you usually shuffling around your apartment at this time, getting ready for work?”

I survey my surrounds. Giant white board on the wall—containing new and old names in our mission. Unmade double bed by the window. A couch. I release his hand and sit up, scrubbing the sleep away, hands scraping against the stubble on my cheeks. “Um…yeah. I should probably go.” I glance at Colin over my shoulder. “Sorry you didn’t get any sleep.”

Colin shrugs. “That’s okay. I know a guy who can get me some free wake up juice later. Say ten?”

“Sure thing. I’m there until eleven today.”

He smiles, but it lasts only a moment before his expression turned serious. “We never did talk about that kiss, Buck.”

I get to my feet, shaking my head. “It was…” I try to muster enough saliva in my dry mouth to dislodge the knot in my throat. “…public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. Their gazes never linger for long on people being passionate.”

He leans on his hands to get closer to me, planting them on the back of the couch. “You’re telling me that you only did it because of that guy, Rumlow? That you didn’t…feel something in that kiss?”

The border between Colin and I—the couch—almost fades into nothingness when we stare each other down. He’s taking in every detail about me, reading my eyes, watching my mouth for a hint, all with questioning eyebrows and a quick breath. I’m almost positive he’s leaning so close he can hear the thudding of my nervous heart. But I keep my stare, like any good soldier, and hope that no emotions are visible.

Because, what I felt…

It doesn’t matter what I felt. “What happened to that no strings guy in 6A? I miss him.” I force out a laugh and walk for the door. “I’ve got to get going before I’m late. See you at ten.”

The difficult part of the morning was not looking back when I left his apartment.

#

“What’s the name on that Vanilla Chai Tea Latte?” I ask, resting the Sharpie against the cup.

“Simon,” the fellow says with a heavy British accent.

I’m not sure I can trust this man’s accent. His hair is greying and cut close to his head. Those sharp eyes of a military man. He reminds me of the man I saw on the news related to the king of Wakanda…the UN summit with The Avengers. Iron Man specifically. Everett Ross.

But he’s in New York right now. I’m fine. It’s safe.

I quickly scribble the name “Semen” and set his cup in the queue on the counter. “It’ll be just a moment.”

“Simon” moves to the other end of the counter. And morning life proceeds as normal with the noticeable absence of the red-head this morning. Thankfully. Maybe she gave up trying to find me. Or has decided that I’m not the man from that fight in DC after all. I hope.

A man walks into See You Latte and strides up to the counter. He’s tall and confident as he snarks something under his breath. “Hey, I’ll have a hot chocoffee.”

Um…“What? Did you mean like a mocha?”

He scrubs his hand through his short, messy hair. A nervous little laugh titters in the air. “It’s what I call my drink when I mix hot chocolate and coffee? Can you do that?”

I shrug and ask Dane, “Can we do that?”

Dane nods. “Ring it up as a mocha and I’ll craft it myself.”

I do exactly that like the good soldier I am as the man’s blue eyes watch. He tells me the size and flavors to add. I reach over and pick up a grande cup and pull out the Sharpie. “What will be the name on that?”

“Clint,” he answers and stares me down. Waiting. As if his blue eyes and long nose, t-shirt and jeans attire in conjunction with his name is supposed jog lose a memory causing me to fling my arms around him as though he’s my long-lost brother.

I scribble down the name and tell him his total. He pays with his card on the machine in front of him. He signs his name—Clint Barton—and offers a quick smile.

“Hey, 6B. My coffee ready?”

Clint turns a pointed glare at Colin. But Colin does what he does best and play it off like he’s done nothing wrong, asking, “Were you not finished? When you swiped the card, I thought you were done. But if you’re still ordering, I’ll gladly take a cannoli as a peace-offering for this misunderstanding.”

Clint’s square jaw sharpens as it tenses. He mumbles, “If I took him out, no one would miss him,” and turns, his gaze lingering on me for another long moment before moving to the end of the counter.

“Semen, chai tea latte?” Dane wrinkles his nose and makes a gagging noise.

Colin busts out laughing, clutching the shirt over his left pec as his other hand slams into the counter. “Oh, Buck…that’s so excellent.”

Dane sets the drink down on the counter and turns to me, tossing a quick glare at Colin. “Let’s not do that one again, okay? We want our customers to know their drinks are semen free.”

I nod at Dane but can’t help the laugh. “Okay, Dane.”

“Calm down, Dane,” Colin says. “Buck’s just doing his job. Remember that time I wrote Fu—”

Dane holds up a hand cutting Colin’s sentence short. “I remember. Bucky, get his order and get him moving.”

Colin leans on the register, head casually falling my way. “So, my usual order, and I have some news.”

Dane’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Hot chocoffee for…Clit?”

Clint’s mouth drops open and he stares at me. I shrug and offer a slight smile, but that does nothing to lighten his mood as he reaches for his drink.

Meanwhile, Colin’s loud, immediate laugh startles some of the patrons. “I can’t believe you had the balls to write that, Buck.”

“Bucky, we need to talk,” Dane growls. “In the back, now.”

Dane stalks off, slamming into the swinging doors. I shake my head and tell Colin as I hand him his pastry, “I’m probably getting fired.”

“It happens to the best of us,” Colin says, licking the crème off the end of the cannoli in a tempting teasing way. his eyes connected to mine and eventually rolling in pleasure. His deep purring hum sends a wave of heat through me like I’m witnessing something I shouldn’t. I can’t look away without seeming shy, but watching him…

Mission three is moving up the ranks.

“Come to my place right after work and we’ll talk.”


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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 11

Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.

Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)

Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 1,704

Characters: James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky”, Colin Shea, Peggy Carter (Agent Carter/Margaret), Colonel Phillips

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Notes:  This chapter is part three of that typing roll… While typing these chapters, I’ve been listening to both X-men: First Class and the Kingsman: The Secret Service musical scores. I can’t listen to any of the Cap/Avengers ones because I daydream instead of type. They both provide that intense-yet-action-filled feeling that any hero should have playing for them. Plus they’re both done by Henry Jackman…who is also responsible for both Winter Soldier and Civil War scores…

Inspiration for this chapter:

And my absolute favorite part of The First Avenger:


11.

 

The hike through the foggy morning was tenuous, yet the feeling of freedom was exhilarating. Steve, me…the rest of the rescued…all emerging from behind enemy lines and marching into the base camp of the 107th. We stopped in the dead center of camp, surrounded by soldiers and tents flapping in the cool morning breeze.

Colonel Philips greeted us. And she walked from a tent, lips blazing red.

The colonel didn’t thank him, just mentioned something about having faith and storming off. He barked orders left and right. Medics took the wounded.  The men dispersed and the three of us stood staring at each other. She smiled at Steve, turned, and left, sauntering off in her military skirt.

“Who was that?” I asked.

Steve’s eyes stayed with her. A guilty smirk took control of his face. “Peggy. She…fondues with Howard Stark.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

Steve answered with a shrug.

Note to self: Find out what ‘fondue’ is French for and do it with Steve.

He faced me, hand landing on my shoulder with a playful shake. “I have you back,” he said and wrapped his arms around me.

That hug was quickly moved to private quarters where my best friend became my commanding officer in every way. The celebration lasted from night into morning into a day, into two days. Just my buddy, Steve, and me as it always has been. As it should always be. That red distracting smile nowhere in sight.

A week later, we traveled to London to assemble a group to take out Hydra’s weapon division. The Howling Commandos and us in a hidden little pub popular with military men. Just us guys hanging out, getting to know one another. Steve went to the bar and I followed.

“I can’t believe you’re going to follow Captain America into battle,” he said, leaning into the bar on his elbows.

“I’m not,” I said. “That little guy from Brooklyn who never gave up? I’m with him.”

We toasted some shots, arms slung around each other like best friends about to break out into song on New Year’s Eve. The drinks fall back into our mouths, mine burning a trail down my throat. I was about to kiss him when his gaze caught something over his shoulder. His arm dropped and he backed away from me.

It was her. Steve made a quick introduction, giving me her name—Peggy Carter, the woman in red. I tried to introduce myself, but every word from my mouth fell on deaf ears. I was invisible to both of them as they flirted with each other, making dates, making plans as though I never returned from the stint behind enemy lines.

Peggy walked out of the pub. Steve’s head cleared and he made it like all was right in the world again. And I played along with him, not quite sure if she held some sort of mind control over him. Maybe something the government instituted when they turned him from that tenacious kid I loved to the super soldier beside me as a means of holding the ultimate control over his actions.

Late that evening, Steve took it upon himself to see the very drunken DumDum home from the pub with the help of our friend, Frenchie. I said my goodbyes and promised to meet Steve back at the base.

There was just one stop I had to make first.

#

In the outskirts of London, sat a darkened neighborhood. Few cars were parked along the streets. The neighborhood was kept dark upon orders in case of a night air raid. The houses barely had lights on themselves, maybe a few candles in windows here and there. Half way down Birch Tree Walk, I found the address I was searching for.

The small cottage sat quiet. A small oil lamp illuminated the lacy curtains in the window. A tall man in a pressed shirt and pants was at the door, hat in hand. He appeared to be British military with the uniform of an officer in the making, medals pinned to his chest. He was busy chatting with a brunette, her lips as bright red in the dark as they were during the day.

Peggy Carter.

She leaned forward and placed a swift kiss on the man’s cheek. He turned and practically marched his way down the sidewalk, snapping a sharp right onto the main road. I waited behind the tree across the street until the man disappeared around the far corner.

Keeping to the shadows, I ran across the street and stepped over the knee-high fence, plastering myself against the large tree in the front yard the second I saw Peggy in the front window. She twisted the wick on the lamp until the light vanished and she disappeared into the dark of the house. I snuck around the cobblestone path to the rear yard, peering into window after window as I went. Notes accumulated in my head. She seemed to be the only one home, Peggy herself heading into the bedroom and shutting the door.

I checked a few windows on the opposite side of the small house and I felt like the luckiest man on earth when one opened with ease—she should really lock her windows. I hoisted myself up and through the window, sliding head first, being as stealthy as possible. My hands landed flat on the floor and I snaked the rest of the way into the room. Once my feet were clear of the sill, I pushed myself up.

A barrel of a gun was staring at my nose. The click of the safety releasing tore through the fabric of silence covering the room. Finger ready on the trigger.

“What are you doing here?” Peggy asked with a glint of a dare in her eyes, keeping the gun steady.

I swallowed down the terse knot in my throat. Slowly I moved until I was resting on my knees, hands up at my shoulders. Fingers spread wide, “I need to talk to you. That’s all.”

“What would we possibly have to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Steve.”

Another click resounded as she set the safety on the gun and lowered it until it was pointing at the floor. She seemed genuinely worried about him, her voice trembling as she posed her questions. “Captain Rogers? Is he hurt?”

“He’s fine. Healthier than he’s ever been in his whole life.”

A breath of relief wisped from her lips. Her hand fluttered to her heart as though she was trying to stop it from pounding. “Then what is it you feel is so important you broke into my family’s home in the middle of the night to tell me.”

“When you’re around, I cease to exist.”

Her pink tongue touches her red lips as she fights back a smile. “So…he…likes me?”

I get to my feet, head shaking at her joy. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing with his heart, but you need to stop.”

“Excuse me. Game?”

A frustrated breath hits the air and I accused with a pointed finger, “Everyone knows you…you…fondue with Stark.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t fon-aything with Howard Stark.”

“Steve said…”

“Captain Rogers misunderstood that discussion in the plane. As for who I have an interest in, it’s none of your concern, Sergeant Barnes.”

“But it is of my concern. I’ve been the one taking care of Steve. Our whole lives, I’ve been the one protecting him…there for him when he needed a shoulder…”

Peggy’s hands planted on her hips, her head up and jaw stern. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Steve is capable of taking care of himself now. I’m sure he can handle making his own decisions.”

She called him Steve.

As Peggy stares me down, her hands loosen from her waist, dropping free. Her hard gaze turns soft, almost sympathetic. “You love him, don’t you?”

I turn away before her scrutinous gaze can read anything else. “Just leave Steve alone, Peggy. He already has someone who cares for him more than life itself. You’re going to do nothing but confuse him.”

Before she could respond, I bolted. The front door hit the wall behind it with a house jarring BOOM and I took off into the night. I had one week to prove my love to him, one week before the mission in the Alps, one week to beat out SSR Agent Peggy Carter as far as Steve’s heart was concerned.

#

“That week I shared with Steve was the best one we’ve ever had. Then the train mission, and I don’t remember anything after that…until the incident in DC.”

Colin has been listening to me talk for the past few hours. With a kind ear and big heart, he sits, chin in hand, at his kitchen table while I pace around the room and reenact the first concrete memory I’ve had since…

Well, outside of my dreams anyway.

“That explains why you ignored me and just daydreamed on the bus ride home.” He takes a few breaths that border on a heavy sigh. “Okay, so you remember this Peggy Carter. I’ll add her to our must find list. Maybe she’ll remember something. Otherwise…”

Colin falls completely silent, his lips pressing together. Those puppy dog eyes are ever so sad. He takes to rubbing through the stubble on his chin with his finger and thumb like a man in deep thought, though he’s a shallow pool. I could probably guess everything he has in his mind right now.

“You don’t know if you can find Steve,” I say, sitting across from him.

“Steve Rogers. The Captain America. We might know his name, but finding an address, a phone number…being he’s a government operative…” Colin stops fidgeting and stares at me. “…I’d have an easier time finding information on Jake Adams, iii—the man who owns half of Boston—than I would your Steve. It will be near impossible.”

I never once thought it would be easy to track him down. I don’t accept missions lightly. “I understand.”

“In the meantime, we have Peggy Carter to find. Let’s hope she’s still alive and can give us something about you or him.”


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“Hey, 6B.” – chapter 10

Story Summary: Bucky is on a Mission: Find out about his past and try to remember the Man in Blue. His “mission” takes him to Boston where he meets the fun and flirty, Colin Shea. With Colin’s help, he might just find all the answers he’s been searching for…but he also might find love. With outside pressures, Bucky has to decide between remaining in the dark and staying with Colin or going after the man who haunts his nightmares.

Crossover: What’s Your Number? meets Captain America: Winter Soldier/The Avengers/Captain America: Civil War (more the movies and less the books or graphic novels)

Rating: R if this was a movie. MA if it was a TV show. Mature on Archive of Our Own. Not rated on Tumblr. There is some LGBTQ/slash sexual situations, though nothing erotic. It’s a simple Rated-R romcom. No porn. (Think along the lines of Wings meets Love, Darrows, kiTT.) As Cap would say: Language! Because yes, there is some language and double entendres. Not so much violence as of now.

Genre: RomCom/Action

Chapter word count: 1,490

Characters: James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky”, Colin Shea, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter (Agent Carter/Margaret)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original creators. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is all done in fun and love for my favorite movies. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Notes:  This chapter was on one of my writing/typing rolls where I just keep going until I realize my chapter is 5,000 words long, continuing from the previous chapter. Same inspirations… Bucky at the museum, Peggy, and Steve.


10.

Colin is typing on his phone as we leave the small theatre. I pull the hat low in case other eyes are still searching for the rogue former HYDRA operative. Colin and I retrace our steps through the Howling Commandos displays, pausing to read newspaper articles and stare at the images while the prerecorded voice tells us nothing of importance to my mission.

We turn the corner and at the same voice begins a new story. “Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service to his country.”

The new me meets the old me as I stare at an enlarged newspaper image of myself on a sheet of glass. I listen to the recording a few times before moving to one of the other displays where a movie of Steve and I play. His arm goes around my neck, he’s laughing. I laugh, and nudge him with my elbow. The voice explains how we grew up in Brooklyn together, two poor kids versus the world.

“Geez, Buck. He even smiles like you…moves like you…laughs like you. If you weren’t wearing that hat, and I didn’t know any better, I would say he is you.” Colin laughs and I try to add a few of my own as awkward as they are.

“Heredity is an amazing thing,” I say and wander to the next display.

This one talks of my demise. A mission went wrong in the Alps and I plummeted to my death. Mourned by Steve and the other Commandos, my body was never recovered and a makeshift ceremony was held in memorial.

“I’m sorry, Buck,” Colin says behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder.

I shrug my metallic shoulder, the one with his hand resting on it. “It was a long time ago. History.” A long forgotten one.

His hand massages my shoulder, his arm draped around me, as we walk through the rest of the exhibit. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more to it than Captain America’s time with The Avengers and the Battle in New York as well as the Battle in Sokovia.

We leave the museum in peace. No tails and no eyes as we go. That I’ve been able to determine. Colin starts listing off places we could eat that’s close. When I show no preferential treatment to anything, he starts listing places we could go to back in Boston.

“We’ll eat here. Your choice.” I need to make sure we don’t have any followers before we leave town. I wouldn’t put it past Rumlow to be hanging close.

“Hope you like seafood,” he says as we cross the street.

Both of us walk, hands shoved into jacket pockets, heads down. It’s almost like a covert mission where I have a partner—one I actually like this time. Colin tosses a few side glances, but doesn’t say much other than the informational directions “left here” and “just one more block.”

I enjoy the moment of peace as I try to move past the events of my former life. Steve probably put me out of his mind the moment he thought I died. And now that he knows I am alive…I tried to kill him, my mission. But we can never have what once was. Too much has changed. I don’t even know why I bothered to start this.

“Here we are, Buck.” Colin and I walk up to the glass doors of the restaurant. He grabs the handle and pulls it open for me. I step inside, him just behind me, and we’re greeted by a host. He grabs two menus and walks us to a booth near the window.

It’s too exposed and open. I glance around and spot a private table in the corner near the aquarium. “I’d like something a little more private. How about that one?”

The host immediately responds, “But that table is for lovers.” His eyes walk all over me then take a saunter over Colin. Colin flings his arm around my shoulders and grins. I narrow my eyes and silently dare the man to make an argument. Then he says, “You’re right. It’s not my place to judge. This way.”

He lays the menus on the table as I sit in the chair with my back to the wall. Colin sits across from me and shakes the rolled up napkin until the silverware clinks and clangs against the dark wood table top. The napkin slides into his lap and he orders two beers before the host can turn and wander away.

“I hope you don’t mind me ordering a beer for you, Buck.”

I shake my head in response and scan over the menu. Colin flips page after page then slowly makes his way back to the front. Our waitress sets two beer bottles and two glasses on the table.

As she does, Colin starts spouting off his order. “We’ll have crab Rangoon to start, then I would like the fish and chips, please.”

The girl scrambles to get her pad and pen from the pocket of her apron. Once they’re free, she scribbles like mad to get the order written down before the options swim from her memory. The blue pen stills, held in place, perfectly perpendicular to the pad. Her eyebrows lift and she asks, “Are you ready?”

“Fish and chips.”

Colin huffs. “Change my order to the fried clams.” His gaze meets me from across the table. “I thought we could trade bites,” he explains with a shrug.

The waitress squeals. “You guys are so cute. I’ll go put this in.” She smiles at us and skips off, leaving me to really stare at Colin.

Guilt walks up and shakes me, adding a few painful slaps here and there. I take a few deep breaths. How can I be with him when I still have this “Steve in Blue” thing on my mind?

“Colin, about that kiss…”

His tongue darts out and gives his lips a quick glaze before he presses them together. He nods as though he knows exactly what I’m going to say before I even know what I’m going to say.

“…I shouldn’t have…”

“That’s not where I thought you were going to take this topic.” He straightens his silverware on the table. “I understand.”

He does? “What do you understand?”

Colin rolls his eyes, head completing a dramatic circle, and his hands flies out with flair. He leans into the table, towards me. “I’m not a complete idiot. Like I said, I’m good at finding out information. Dear old Dad may not have taught me anything about sports, but he did teach me a lot about reading people.”

Note to self.

“I thought it was odd that the only mail you get is addressed to Resident. You have no working knowledge of the internet or any websites, yet you are acclimated to computers, screens, phones. If Steve Rogers can come out of a deep freeze and look like a million bucks, why couldn’t that happen twice?” Colin takes a deep breath and says, “You are James Barnes’ twin, because you are James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.”

“Colin…” My pulse is raging in my ears. I can’t let him endanger himself by learning the truth. “I’m not him. I work at a coffee place. I live in a tiny apartment.”

“Stop being someone else and be yourself, Buck.” Reminiscent of a stray dog wandering the street looking for attention from any soul, his eyes plead with me. “I can be your greatest ally or your worst enemy. It’s up to you as to what I become.”

A man walks solo through the restaurant. He’s wearing a black hoodie, black jeans. He keeps his head down, eyes low, as the host leads the way. The man turns his head glances my way as he passes. Scars burst from his left eye like beams from the sun, streaking up his forehead and down his cheek. I won’t forget that scar. The same one from earlier. It’s like he was purposefully handing me a memo stating “I’m following you.”

I watch as the man sits at a table alone. He picks up the menu nose-level, hiding the lower half of his face. He shoves the host away and his cheeks start to move like he’s talking into an invisible com to someone. His one good eye flits towards me, noticing Colin as well.

The man from the museum killed my one chance at pulling off the perfect lie. “I’ll tell you everything, Colin.” One quick check and I see the man leaning on a hand, looking at the menu pressed flat on the table, face hidden. “But not here.”

Colin turns his head and brushes his jaw against his shoulder, glancing in the direction of the man. He turns back to me and nods. “Understandable.”


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