You didn't really have time for hobbies since interning at Stark Industries.
You're old boss thought you were mouthy enough to give tony a run for his money and so recommended you to Pepper Potts who seemed to like your slight cynicism and playful nature. Hired on the spot.
It had been three weeks and so far you'd met all the avengers save for Thor and Loki who were busy doing whatever Asgardians did on Asgard.
So far you'd got on well with vision and Wanda. Everyone got on well with Steve because he was Steve and you couldn't not get along with the man out of time.
The two 007's as you called them were friendly too, Clint was somewhat like an older brother minus some closeness. Sam was great. Tony saw you as his pal/work wife/unfiltered friend. Rhodes also was quite fond of you and you of him, guy had a good sense of humor. Scott was by far your favourite. The guy was somewhat your make equivalent give or take a few traits and some tanned skin, black hair and brown eyes.
Then there was him.
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.
Quiet and brooding except around Steve and occasionally Sam and Natasha. Whenever Clint was around they talked too. But other than that silence.
Until today apparently.
"Uhhh, Zoe is it?" He asked somewhat sheepishly as he walked into your office.
Not immediately recognising the voice you looked up to see who it was.
"How can I help you…..Sargent Barnes?" You asked surprised.
He'd never once spoken to you before. Not once.
"No ones called me that in a while" he said like stating a fact.
"Mr Barnes" you attempted.
"My old man" he stated again.
"Alright, James how may I help you?" You sighed.
As if debating whether to let you call him by his given name he looked conflicted before saying "Steve said you could help me out here, filling out some paperwork"
"Sure what for?" You said taking the paper her offered you.
Reviewing the paper you muttered "social security number, health care, passport, medical history, didn't they give you this before you entered the county?" You asked a little shocked he didn't have a passport.
"Just got cleared" he said simply
"Alrighty then, have a seat and I'll fill it out" you said trying not to notice him move.
He wasn't wearing anything ridiculously tight or anything like that but you tell the man was built. You were a sucker for muscles. Probably why all your other relationships tanked, you went for looks and so did they.
"Okay so your name is James Buchanan Barnes, and your birthdate is…?" You quizzed waiting for his answer.
Giving you his birthdate you jotted t down before continuing what could only be described as an interrogation. You two were practically strangers and here you were asking for all his details and history like discussing the weather over coffee.
You could totally go for coffee right now.
"You did strike me as a caffeine person" he smiled.
Well, apparently your brain now sends everything you say to be announced via your mouth. Great.
"I'm quite fond of it, yes" you smiled tightly.
Way to be a bitch Fox.
"Where are you from? Your accent-" he began only to have you cut him off. I was born in Australia and got my education there but I have British parents, well indian and Spanish parents who were born there" you rattled on. "So my accents somewhat British and Australian" you explained.
"Isn't Australia the place where all those jumping things are?" He asked.
"Yeah the kangaroos" you laughed. "We also got koalas, they cute little fluffy things who eat eucalyptus leaves all day and sleep, what a life huh?" You joked.
"Sounds ideal" he smiled.
"Oh yeahhh" you nodded.
"How'd you end up here?" He asked genuinely curious.
"Here as in New York or here as in Stark industries?" You questioned.
"Both" he said.
"Well my mothers a British diplomat so she travelled a lot and I kind of went wherever she did if dad was in business trips or visiting his parents, they live in Barcelona, and so I worked in high up places cos of mum and then eventually Stark industries got wind of me and here I am, new yorks kinda a given if you work here" you explained.
"You like it here?" He asked.
"Your shopping is great, health care system not so much" you grinned.
"You don't strike me as someone who needs excessive health insurance" he said.
"Type 1 diabetes, invisible life long illness" you smiled with a slight laugh.
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't say how horrible it is, I know, but hey it could've been worse" you said ruefully. "I can at least live normally and carry on like it's nothing"
Silence for all of two seconds before you realise you're meant to be filling things out.
"Okay, so your health history, you know anything about any illness or medical conditions that run in your family?" You asked.
"My grandfather died of lung disease but he was a heavy smoker" he told.
"My dad smokes heavily, nothing convinced him to quit" she smiled fondly.
"Do we have a daddy's little girl over here" he teased.
"Oh yeah, always dad" you smiled.
"Did you have a sibling that was all about mom?" He asked.
"My mother wasn't very well liked between me and my little brother" she admitted. "All work no play with that woman"
"Do I sense a little bitterness" he asked.
"You don't wanna know"
You continued like this for two hours managing to fill out all the paperwork and somehow managing to finish your water bottle despite all the talking.
"Thanks for the help Zoe" he smiled.
"Not a problem James" you smiled
Not a bad day.