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Title: Four Times Toro got Drunk cos of Bucky Barnes and One Time he didn’t.
Author Cat_13145
Fandom & Pairing Invaders, poss one sided Bucky/Toro
Rating PG War themes and Toro's mouth.
Author's Notes: Full credit to devilc Whose comment fic at the end of Blood Runs Red, White and Blue inspired number 3. Also to Ani_bester whose last second to last fic inspired number 5 and fic before that inspired 2. You guys Rule!
Warnings underage drinking, questionable langague and War themes.
Summary: What the Title says, Four Times Toro got drunk cos of Bucky and one time he didn't
- After he’s been freed from the Red Skull’s mind control and the rest of the Invaders are O.K., they’re still stateside and Bucky somehow or other talks top brass into giving them some leave.
He takes Toro to a bar, somewhere down town, where they don’t ask for ID.
Toro’s still feeling a little woozy from the drugs pumped into him, and that’s the only explanation he can come up with for why after only two beers, he thinks trying to kiss Bucky might be a good plan.
Fortunately for him, Bucky recognises that he’s drunk and doesn’t pop him one.
And he also sweet talks them past not only the base guards, but also Cap and Pappy, so Toro isn’t put up on a charge.
- After he’s killed his first man, Toro just doesn’t want to think.
He and Bucky may be underage, but there’s nearly always alcohol around them. It’s child play to slip one away, and to keep it hidden from Pappy, Steve and Namor.
He’s poured a glass of it, when Bucky bursts in.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you little hot shot?”
“Fuck off!” he doesn’t swear often, but suddenly Bucky is on top of him and they’re wrestling for the bottle.
“You don’t know what it’s like!”
A snort. “You forget who you’re talking to, Match stick.” He looks up and notices Bucky looking at him oddly.
“I didn’t mean to,” He mutters, “I just wanted to burn his arm, but he would let go…”
Bucky pulls him to him in a hug.
“First time is always hardest. It gets easier.”
The bottle lies forgotten in a corner.
3 Toro was certain he just needed the right kind of courage to help him ask Bucky a question. Unfortunately,
“Bucky, can you pass the bucket? I think I’m going to be….” Wasn’t it.
And to make matters worse, they’re too slow with the bucket, meaning Bucky’s uniform is cream cracked. Along with Steve’s shoes.
And it only makes things better and worse, that Bucky yanks him off to the khaiser and rubs his back while he removes the last of that night’s stew from his stomach and tucks him up in bed, with a bucket in easy reach.
In the morning, there’s a note from Bucky, telling him he snores when he’s sleeping off a drunk, and that’s he’s “gone fishing”, along with some seltzer water next to bed and two aspirin.
“What on earth processed you to get drunk like that?” Torch demands, virtually as soon as he’s sat down.
“No idea.” He mutters, chewing on the aspirin, cos the real reason is something he can’t talk about, especially not in a crowded mess hall. “Won’t happen again.”
“I hope so.” There’s a pause and Pappy looks so guilty as he adds. “Don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”
“Don’t worry, Pappy, it won’t.” Because that look hurts more than this hangover.
4. Pretty much as soon as the first mission with a new team is over, Toro finds a bar. He can’t even remember which city they were in, just that they had alcohol, in large quantities.
He thinks he drowns about 4 shots in the first hour, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to drink until he can’t remember a boy with brown hair grinning at him.
He can’t stand by the time its last orders, and he is eternally grateful that Cat comes out from the base, picks him up and says nothing on the ride back.
It’s the last thing she does as a Kid Commando.
5. Once he gets back from being brainwashed by the Russians, Toro goes to the officer’s mess and orders five whiskies, which he drinks in quick succession.
The bar tender raises an eyebrow, but the story about what happened is all over the base, so he doesn’t stay anything.
He’s on his sixth, or maybe it’s his seventh whisky, when Anna turns up. She takes it from his hands, stroking them and reassures him that it’s O.K., it’s over, and he should come home with her.
He does, because he cares about her and he let’s her think it’s that he attacked US troops that made him do that, Not the Russian agent with too long brown hair, and eyes that are too familiar.
Fini