Bucky dragged his beaten body to the local bar, face bruised here and there however his hooded jacket was able to cover them. The warlock entered the almost empty bar and made his way to the counter, ordering his usual. His smile was almost satisfying; relieved he might say. The bartender gave him the glass of whiskey with extra stout. The song in the bar couldn’t be anymore louder, "But I’m only human and I bleed when I fall down.“ were the lyrics sung. Bucky smirk, "How ironic.” before his eyes dropped down to the glass of alcohol in his hand and leaned back against the counter.