MCU x Newsies

Yes I know I have all these wonderful prompts sitting around but I have no ideas on how to work with them and also I figured I should give FabulousDalek a story where Bucky doesn't die.

Race hadn't had the intention of getting drunk. But it was the ninth anniversary of his mother's death. And he had to do something to escape the emotional pain.

And that somethimg happened to be going to Brooklyn and getting drunk.

As the sixteen year old boy stumbled down the streets of Brooklyn, trying to remember the way back to Manhattan, he ran into a light pole.

The boy blinked, then raised his fists. "You wanna fight me?" He slurred.

The pole did not respond. Rude.

Race straightened and smirked, knowing that the pole was probably too scared of him to say anything back.

The blonde stumbled a bit as he walked forward. "Maybe you should think about who you're going against before ya hit 'em," he said to the pole.

The pole stayed quiet.

Race nodded. "Smart kid."

However, the Delanceys were not as polite as the pole was.

Morris pinned Race against the wall as Oscar slid on his brass knuckles. Before he could get a hit in, however, he was thrown backwards. Morris glanced up and widened his eyes in fear as the metal arm grasped his collar and threw him away as well.

The owner of the arn stepped into the light; a young man with unruly brown hair that curled around his jaw. He wore a black tank top, revealing his other arm, which was normal, although well muscled.

"Hey, kid, you okay?"

Race looked at him. "Am I dead? I don't think I'm dead."

The man sighed. "What's your name, kid?"

Race giggled. "Jack told me not to talk to strangers!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm Bucky. You know my name now, so I'm not a stranger. What's you name?"

"Race."
"And where do you live, Race?"
The boy hiccuped. "I don't know."
Bucky groaned. "You got a phone, kid?"

Race nodded with a goofy grin. "Yeah! You wanna see it?"

Bucky saw his chance. "Sure, kid."

He took the phone the boy offered, which he had thankfully already entered his password into. Clicking the contacts icon, he pressed the emergency contact; some dude called Jacky-Boy.

Bucky turned the phone on speaker so that Race could hear the guy's voice when he answered.

Race gasped at the ringing. "Are you prank calling someone? That is awesome!"

The call went to voicemail. Bucky poked Race. "Say that you're okay, you'll be spending the night at a friend's," he whispered.

Race giggled and leaned over to the phone. "I'm okay! I'm spending the night at a friend's."

Bucky ended the message and handed the phone back to Race. "Come on, kid. Follow me."

*****

When Bucky entered the top floor of the tower, the other Avengers were shocked.

"Uh, Buck?" Steve asked. "Why do you have a heavily intoxicated teenager with you?"

Bucky pulled Race over to him by the back of his jacket as the teen tried to wander off. "Found him in the streets, drunk. He called his guardian, who didn't answer. So I brought him home."

Tony looked the boy up and down and opened his mouth to say something, but Pepper cut him off. "Put him in the spare room. We'll talk to him in the morning."

****

When Race woke up the next day, he saw the dark haired man- Bucky, he remembered- leaning in the doorway.

Race groaned. "Where am I?"
"Avenger's complex. You were drunk out of your mind last night, kid."

Race sighed. "Yeah. Sorry about that. I, um, do that every year on the night my mom died. I live in an orphanage." The color drained from his face. "Oh, Snyder's gonna kill me."

Bucky raised a brow. "Snyder?"

Race gulped nervously. "Uh, I mean, Mr. Snyder. The- uh, huy who runs the place."

Bucky looked Race up and down. "You don't seem to fond of him, kid."

"No! He's wonderful!"

The soldier glared at the teenager. "Now that is a complete load of shit. Kid, I've been friends with Steve- I know when someone's hurting and trying to hide it. Besides, either you tell the truth, or I'm going to have Wanda read your mind."

Race bit his lip and decided it was about time that he told the truth.

Yeah I intend to make a part two but I have to go to sleep so uh yeah thanks DaydreamShimmer for loaning me drunk Race.