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The Sangria in your hand is so chilled that it is starting to cause numbness; not that you really care. Your mind has been busy all day with pretty mundane things. You put down the glass and start to idly nibble on the thinly sliced fruit put on the rim for decoration as you stare off into space. The quiet chatter and jazz music lightly playing in the up-scale bar is soothing. So, when the jovial, charismatic voice of someone you thought was a ghost pips up behind you it causes you to bite your tongue by accident.
"Wow! (Y/n), is that you? You look greeaat!"
You quickly turned your head. The first thing you notice is the red track suit. Your eyes roam up to the person's face and its none other than Barry. He leans against the counter of the bar, looking smug as hell. Good ol' Barry. "How's it going?"
"You're alive...!?" You ask as calm as you can. You've heard the rumors. Barry laughs at you. This is a surreal experience.
"In the flesh, sweetheart. Sorta."
"Sorta?" You furrow your brows in confusion as Barry sits next to you.
"Wanna hear a joke?"
"....."
He chuckles, taking your silent stare as a 'yes'. "A retired spy, a rogue spy, and a cyborg walk into a bar..." He pauses, playfully faking that he's missing something. "Wait, that doesn't work because I'm two of those things. Can you guess which?"
You have an expression of utter disbelief. "For reals? You're a cyborg?"
His mouth fixes into a straight line. "For realies."
"I don't believe you--!" You start, but Barry opens his red track suit and pulls apart the skin of his chest.
You gasp and wave your hands fanatically. "Cover that up!" You whisper. Barry smirks. The life of a spy was sure an interesting one. He fixes himself back up as you look around to make sure no one else saw that spectacle.
There's so many things to ask, but you don't feel comfortable prying. Yeah, you both worked for ODIN once but you weren't actually close. Acquaintances at the very least. Honestly, why was he even here? He obviously seeked you out. No way he just happened to run into you here.
You turn back to your drink and take a long sip. Barry has nothing but time. He rests the side of his face in his hand, utterly casual. Shit, he even props one leg over the other as you down your drink.
The liquor burns and you sigh. Whatever he wants probably isn't good. You turn to face him. "What can I do you for, Barry?"
"You can do the Barry for free."
"Hahaha. Very funny. But seriously. What do you want from me?" You try not to look affected by that obvious joke. He had to be joking. You've seen his fiance.
"What makes you think I'm joking?" He asks, smiling. You totally ignore him. "I want information on Archer." He says, deadly serious.
"What makes you think I have information on that idiot?"
Barry looks at you like you're the biggest idiot in town. You roll your eyes. "I shouldn't even be talking to you. Just because I'm out of the game doesn't mean they aren't keeping tabs on me. Aannnndd it's not like you left honorably..."
"Well, if you're so uncomfortable with talking in public with the Barry then we should take this some place private. You live around here?"
You narrow your eyes, but he doesn't seem even alittle affected. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
Barry gets off the bar stool. You remain unmoving until you see the creepy red lights appear in his pupils. A true cyborg monstrosity.
"You really think you have a choice, sweetheart?"