#avabishop

It had been a tough mission—Ava was still on edge when they played high frequency, Walker was pissed at Yelena for some part of the mission going wrong, and Bucky was annoyed with Alexei over some relationship issues. So, when all of them returned to the Watchtower, Yelena felt that nagging urge. “…do any of you want a drink?” she asked, going into the cabinet to look for Alexei’s vodka. “Lena! My savior,” her father responded with a smile, already getting the glasses. She smiled, only slightly, because her father was happy. “Don’t drink—we can’t really get drunk anyway,” Bucky insisted, but Yelena poured him a glass anyway. “Good—so you don’t have a limit.” Bucky just smirked, taking his glass. Walker just took his, seemingly annoyed, and Ava took hers with a bit of concern. “Admittedly—I’ve never drank before,” she told them, to which Yelena nodded. “I figured. Just don’t have too much—I don’t know what atoms do under the influence,” Yelena joked. She assumed Bob was already asleep—after all, it was two in the morning. She grabbed her glass and collapsed on the couch.

“Salute,” and down the hatch it went. Ava took a sip and shrunk back, rapidly blinking.

“Ugh—how can you drink that? It tastes like—eugh.” She pushed the shot glass to the side, watching as Yelena poured herself and Alexei more. John watched them.

“They’re Russian—it’s like—a cultural thing,” he said, taking small sips. Bucky nodded as well, swirling the vodka in the glass. He didn’t want to drink it—but he sipped anyway.

“…the serum’s only supposed to *enhance* our systems—by a lot, obviously—but we could get drunk if we tried,” John pointed out.

Bucky looked at him, deadpan. “You wanna get shitfaced, Walker? Be my guest.” John looked surprised.

“…is this about the mission—”

“Is the sky blue, Walker?” he asked, grabbing a whole bottle of vodka. Yelena just smirked and chuckled.

“Hey—look, I did what I was supposed to. Yelena—”

“Yelena was ambushed! She couldn’t have given a signal if she tried!” Bucky insisted. “Some things have to be your fault, Walker—”

“Дорогой, calm,” Alexei warned, sighing softly as he drank the vodka. Tonight, it seemed the drink had calmed him down. Bucky whipped around to Alexei.

“Stop—Alexei, don’t call me that,” he growled before turning his anger back onto Walker.

“Bucky, let it go,” Yelena responded. “Walker apologized to me on the jet. It’s fine.”

Bucky just sighed, drinking more as Yelena got a new bottle. Tonight, he needed the alcohol.

“Screw this—I’m going to bed,” Ava declared, getting up. “I am not in the mood to fight with all of you tonight.”

“Alright—goodnight, Ava,” Yelena said a bit too loudly, causing Ava to roll her eyes.

“Goodnight—and call Bishop tomorrow, she left a bracelet here,” Ava told her.