It was a Friday and Sebastian Stan was in Brooklyn a few days earlier than expected. Filming was set to begin in the city next week and he wanted to show his buddies around his stomping grounds before they had to crack down and focus on work.

He currently has an apartment on the edge of Manhattan, but he also grew up north of the city in Rockland County. He traversed the city so much in his youth, that he knows Manhattan to Brighton Beach like the back of his hand and he loved to tour people around the city whenever he could. He loved being able to show everyone all the hidden gems of the city that always got overshadowed by the usual touristy locations.

Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie came to the city a few days early as well, upon Sebastian's request. They checked into their hotel around six o'clock that evening and had Sebastian meet them there.

When he pulled into the parking lot, he hadn't realized he was holding his breath. He was relieved as he put his car in park. Normally fans would quickly find out filming locations and their hotels and would flood the entries in hopes of catching a glimpse of the actors, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that wasn't the case...at least not yet. It was only day one of them being in town after all.

Both Anthony and Chris' rooms were right next to each other on the third floor. Sebastian was offered a room on the same floor, but he turned down the offer, deciding to stay in his own apartment, a handful of blocks away.

They all agreed to meet in Chris' room, to relax and hang out for the evening to unwind and adjust to the time change from Los Angeles, then maybe head out for dinner.

When Sebastian had talked to them on the phone, he figured they would pass around a few beers and kick back but he was in for a shock when he knocked on the door and it instantly opened. He saw Chris holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and vodka in the other. This...was going to be a night.

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Sebastian noticed the alarm clock on the side table said it was now 9:00 pm. Wow. Okay. He had hoped to drive them down to Brighton Beach today to hit up his favorite bars on the strip, but they were all five shots deep at this point...or was it six?

Chris was sitting on top of the dresser swinging his dangling feet, Anthony strewn across the large queen size bed with his head hanging upside down off the side, and Sebastian was sitting at the small oak desk, slowly turning himself back and forth in the swivel chair.

A baseball game played on the tv in the background but none of the men seemed to spare any attention its way. They were in a deep conversation that was first sparked by Anthony saying how "someone at Google was like 'yeah, just have someone drive down every road on fucking earth.'"

Somehow, the conversation had eventually gotten twisted and turned and was now about how, according to Chris, "Lemons are not naturally occurring and are a hybrid of oranges and citrons."

This fact made Sebastian laugh heartily. He leaned back further in his chair, sticking his arms out, miming his brain exploding and said "So life never gave us lemons, we invented them ourselves." The men started laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of the conversation.

Their giggles and laughs slowly died down, wiping away their laugh induced tears. They all sighed, almost in unison, causing them to start laughing again.

Once they died back down again, stifling their drunken giggles, Chris asked Sebastian, "So, what are we supposed to be seeing this week, oh, wise one?" Adding a slight bow at the end.

Sebastian flung his hand up and down in return in a bowing fashion, stifling another giggle. "Well, I was gonna leave it up to you guys but I definitely wanted to show you guys around the.. Brighton Beach area...It's got great bars..and...stuff.. to see." He shrugged at his own words, unconvinced by his own sales pitch. He slowly swiveled his chair back and forth.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Anthony clapped once, surprisingly loud, and sprung up from his spot on the bed, startling the other two men.

"Well, I sure as hell...c-can't drive there." Sebastian responded, gesturing to his overall drunken existence.

"Not to sound cocky, but i'snot like we can just..call an uber or..grub hub..or whatever." Chris laughed aloud, sticking out his pinky and thumb pretending to hold a phone up to his ear. "Hello, this is Captain America speaking, please drive me, Harvey Birdman and Cyborg to the bar, stat!" They all cracked up again at Chris' imaginary scenario.

When their laughs died down again, Anthony chimed in, "But for real though, you guys didnknow the Russos sent up the private car fortheweek? Jeff is staying three rooms down from us."

"JEFF'S HERE!?" Chris yelled out immediately, ungracefully hopping off the dresser. "Oh, HELL yeah. I love that dude! Let's goooo!" His Boston accent so thick, it almost hurt.

Sebastian shrugged in agreement as Anthony called Jeff, who let them know he'd meet them out front in ten minutes.

Anthony quickly walked back to his room to get ready, Chris got ready in his bathroom, and Sebastian sat on the bed, watching the game as he waited.

Ten minutes later, like clockwork, the men were hopping into the car, Sebastian upfront and Anthony and Chris in the back.

"Good evening gentlemen, where to?" Jeff smiled, taking in their already drunken state.

"Lead the way, Seabass!" Chris stated loudly as he put his hands on Sebastian's shoulders from behind his seat.

Sebastian laughed at Chris' boisterous outburst and suggested Ruby's Bar on Brighton Beach Avenue.

Jeff put the name into his GPS and pulled out of the lot. Sebastian knew the way but thought it was a good call that Jeff used the GPS anyway, since he could still feel the shots they had taken earlier humming through his body.

After twenty or so minutes, Jeff pulled up to Ruby's and the three men stepped out. It was close to ten o'clock as they walked through the doors and into the bar. It was a mix of a classic bar boasting pool tables, and new age club featuring a dance floor and DJ. It also had an amazing overlook on the pier, with plenty of open space for tons of outdoor activities. Sebastian felt weirdly proud when both Anthony and Chris had clapped him on the back saying he picked a great spot.

Ruby's looked steadily busy inside. Not too crowded that you couldn't move around freely, but crowded enough that the bar was surrounded, causing a queue for drinks.

They eventually made their way to the bar, catching one or two double takes from bar patrons nearby.

A tall, dark haired man stood behind the bar in front of them. He oozed typical bartender energy with a full, well-groomed beard, wearing a black button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Evening gentlemen, what can I getcha?" His eyes bounced between the three men, mainly waiting for them to order but also trying to place where he knew them from.

"We'll start with some tequila shots and go from there." Chris responded heartily, clapping the other two on the back from his spot between them.

"Alrighty, comin' right up!" The bartender smiled. The man quickly poured out shots, providing salt and limes as well.

The three men each licked the strip of their hand between their thumb and index finger, pouring salt onto the now wet area. They picked up their glasses in one hand, lime wedge in the other, tapped their glasses together, and then tapped their glasses on the bar as a toast to the house. They then proceeded to lick the salt from their hands, take their shots and suck on their lime wedge.

As soon as he placed his glass down, Anthony's eyes widened as he saw the drink specials board above the bar. "Holyyy shittttt.. yesssss. We're gonna need three of the uhhh..."Captain America and cokes."

Sebastian almost choked and looked up to read that, yes indeed, Ruby's sold "Captain America and coke" drinks. These were just regular rum and cokes but when you're so close to Brooklyn, how can you not include your 'hometown hero' Captain America in your marketing. All three men attempted to stifle their laughter, but Chris, being the drunk giddy man that he was, laughed out whole heartedly, hand slapping onto his chest and leaning back and said "That is ah-mayyy-zingggg."

While preparing their new order and hearing the men laugh as he walked away for his supplies, the bartender finally realized who the men were. He told them he would be right back and that he needed to get more Coke from the back, but really he needed to go tell someone what was going on or he would explode.