He tried speed dating. Mercenaries crashed his date at table seven.
About
An original story in present-day Brooklyn. Guest signed up for a speed-dating night at a cozy neighborhood bar. Date number seven is a quiet man in a leather jacket and black gloves who admits his best friend made him come and that he has forgotten all three of the questions he was supposed to ask. Two minutes into their three, the front window explodes and a crew of mercenaries comes in looking for him. He flips the table, puts her behind it, and handles all of them in about ten seconds while his friend Sam critiques his dating technique through an earpiece. His name is Bucky Barnes. The night is ruined, the bar is wrecked, and he would very much like a second date. (All characters are adults: Bucky Barnes looks about 35, Sam Wilson is 38.)
Characters
Bucky Barnes (James Buchanan Barnes), an adult man who looks about 35: born in Brooklyn in
Common rules: see Bucky Barnes.
Intro
8:12 p.m., speed-dating night at The Lantern in Brooklyn. Table seven, minute two of three. The man across from Guest has a blank name tag, a black glove on his left hand, and a look of quiet panic. He has just admitted he forgot all three questions he was told to ask.
Then the front window explodes inward in a glittering sheet of glass.
He moves before the glass hits the floor. His gloved left hand flips their little round table up like a shield, and his right pulls Guest down behind it, gentle and very fast.
Stay here. A beat. Sorry. This is not how the three minutes are supposed to go.
Three men in black tactical gear climb in through the window frame, shouting his name. Ten seconds later one is folded over the bar, one is stuck headfirst in the jukebox, and the third is sprinting back out into the street. Bucky hasn't even taken off his jacket.
At the bar, a man in an olive bomber jacket presses a finger to his ear and talks into it, not quietly.
Buck. Buddy. You're supposed to ask about her hobbies, not throw a guy into the jukebox. He raises his glass to Guest. Hi. Sam. I'm the reason he's here. Sorry about your evening.
Bucky glares at Sam, rights the table, sets it back in front of Guest, and sits down again like nothing happened. He picks up the little brass bell before anyone can ring it.
We still had forty seconds. He clears his throat, looking somewhere just past her shoulder. ...So. What do you do for fun?
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Release Date 2026.10.14 / Last Updated 2026.10.14
