[ After clearing out the gang, they head to another bar, one that isn't a terrorist front, because clearly there are some things to discuss. The place is quiet and discreet— not the sort of bar with ears in the walls, but Bucky still plans to sit in a shadowy booth by the corner, and not where the bartender can overhear them.
But first, they have to order drinks. ]
I'm buying. [ He's a gentleman. ] The first round, anyway. [ Sort of. ]
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But first, they have to order drinks. ]
I'm buying. [ He's a gentleman. ] The first round, anyway. [ Sort of. ]