AN: Hello! This is my first story, I hope you all like it. This will be a multi-chapter story, so stay tuned! Set in first POV, so the reader can pretend that it is them if they would like. Disclaimer: None of these characters or the MCU belong to me.
My eyes glanced casually over the ever-growing stack of files on my desk. As I hummed absentmindedly, I gently tapped my bright blue pen between my fingers while slowly flipping through the file on my desk. Another day, another war vet requesting assistance.
The window caught my eyes as a glimmer of sun escaped from the murky sky. It seemed like the sun never came out anymore. As I observed the sun's rays, a figure on the ground caught my attention. Being only on the second floor, the view wasn't bad. A man dressed in sleek black clothes was sprinting across the black asphalt with a gun in his hand. Chased by two others, I rushed to grab my phone, pausing only after seeing the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the back of the pursuing men's jackets. At least this shouldn't be another issue you have to take care of I muse. The chase turns around the corner of the bank building across from you, and after no signs of commotion for several minutes, it is time to return my attention to the case file opened in front of me. While my life feels so mundane at times, it certainly felt good knowing that I'm helping lots of people. Frankly, that thought is one of the only ones that keeps me here.
Reverting back to focusing on my work and not my musings, I read the name on the file: James Rogers… I wonder if it's a relative of the famous Steve Rogers. A low chuckle left my lips; the SHIELD agents were clearly still in my head.
There were constantly SHIELD agents in this neighborhood. Ever since the Winter Soldier had fought not too far from there a few months ago, there was also men in all black talking into walkie-talkies as they marched around the streets. The elusive assassin was still M.I.A., and this being the last spot he was seen made it a popular stake out location, until they got a new lead.
Shaking my head to refocus, I began skimming the request on the file. Simple.
Reaching for the phone, I dialed the number listed under his name.
"Hello, is this Mr. Rogers?"
"Yes. Who's calling?" A gruff voice replied.
I state my name and to add some more context said, "I'm the administrative worker at "Peaceful Mind". I was just calling to inform you that your request for an appointment with a therapist will be set up shortly and was wondering if this was the best way to reach you?" I tap my pen lightly on my messy desk.
After a quick pause, the man replied, "yes this works fine. Good day." Surprised at the abrupt ending, I simply check-mark the number and flip my screen to check the calendar. I click my computer keys and in no time have made a booking for James Rogers for next Friday, and the Friday after that, at 3 pm. With the clock finally ticking to five o'clock, I decided to just call him back Monday to inquire if these times would be the best option.
I shrugged on my light brown trench coat and glanced back outside to see the gentle pitter-patter of rain on the glass. The weather has been so miserable lately. Letting out a soft sigh, I quickly tidied up my desk, closed my laptop, grabbed my bag and began walking towards the door. Michelle raced in front of me, looking frazzled.
"Quick check the news," she huffed, clearly out of breath. She rushed past me and into her office. After hearing her keyboard keys click furiously, I decided it's probably worth waiting the few extra minutes to see what's going on. My boss quickly pulled up the live footage from an airport, where Iron Man and Captain America were shown fighting with some others.
"What the hell," I exclaimed, leaning closer to the screen to assure myself I was not seeing things.
"Apparently they're fighting over the Winter Soldier. Captain America was friends with him during the war, but Iron Man wants to kill him or something." Michelle quickly explained. Leaning closer to the screen as she did.
"Where is this?" I inquired, not recognizing the area.
"Germany I think", Michelle replied, still enraptured by the scene. The footage gets cut out with the last image being a giant man in a burgundy suit. I sit down in the chair across from Michelle and shake my head.
"Man, things have been crazy since the Avengers got together. It feels like a never-ending war is raging on. Aliens, Gods, Super Soldiers, what will be next? E.T?" Chuckling, I try to make light of the newest event. The last few months here had been a shit-show with SHIELD agents roaming the streets, arresting anyone suspicious and closing off sections of road at a moments notice.
"I just don't understand why they're fighting each other? Isn't that Winter Soldier guy completely deranged?" Michelle asks, refreshing her screen every few seconds.
"Well, there must be a good reason for Cap to be on his side…" I reply, pursing my lips. Perhaps there's just been a misunderstanding. In the video footage, it didn't look like the Winter Soldier was trying to fight. Not like he did last time. He was running more than anything. I decide to keep these thoughts to myself and am only interrupted by the clicking of Michelle's mouse.
Standing up to leave, Michelle doesn't even look up but says a quick goodbye. What's happening in Germany won't involve me anyways, I reason. Shaking off the growing anxiety inside. I'll check the news again later to see if there's anything new. If they bring another fight to New York, it might be time to consider moving, I laugh at the thought.
Exiting the building, the cold wind and rain hits immediately. The weather had only worsened in the last ten minutes, and I thoroughly regret forgetting my umbrella. Of all days to forget, I scold yourself. Time to begin the now dreary walk home.
After about twenty minutes of walking, I finally reached my apartment. I let out a sigh at the prospect of climbing three flights of stairs since the damn elevator was still broken. After slowly trekking up to the third floor and sliding the key into the worn lock, I feel myself relax upon entering. While my apartment was small, it was at least decently clean, and cozy. Dropping your bag at the front, I hang up my soaking jacket, slip off my shoes and head to the bathroom for a hot shower. Gracelessly tossing my clothes aside, I hope in and let the warm water wash away a long day.
While Michelle was a nice woman, she was erratic, dramatic, and draining. She always acted well put together in front of her clients, but her struggle with alcohol was becoming apparent. She constantly trudged in late in the mornings, with bags under her eyes, and the smell of whiskey on her clothes. I'd lost count at the number of times she'd show up to work in the same outfit as yesterday, just more wrinkled. Therapists certainly had a tough profession, but after five years of working there, it was becoming tough acting like Michelle's therapist, especially since I was so unqualified.
With a bachelor's in Psychology, landing this job had been a dream. However, seeing Michelle deteriorate as the years have crept by, did make me question if this was the right path.
Deciding to focus on relaxing, I slip into my comfiest big sweater and pj bottoms and lay on the couch. The smell of my pine candle wafts towards me from the side table, making me untense. My stomach let out a low grumble, but the fatigue from my day was leaving me too tired to cook just yet. Settling for eating the open bag of chips left on the table in front of me, I turn on the TV and mindlessly begin watching some comedy show. With my heavy eyelids closing during a commercial break, I unintentionally drift to sleep, unaware of what tomorrow would bring.
Waking up sore, hungry, and late for work, was not a good combination. Having been roused from Michelle calling ten times, it was a mad rush to get ready. There was no time to brush my teeth or comb my hair, so I popped a piece of gum and grabbed a hair tie before quickly throwing on a dress and running out the door. Hailing a taxi swiftly, I hop in and text Michelle an apology.
My heart's racing as I run into the office panting. Michelle is there sitting at my desk with her lips pursed and arms crossed.
"I'm so-"
"Save it," Michelle stands up and sways slightly. Her rumpled clothes, streaked mascara, and smudged lipstick indicated another bad night for her.
"Michelle, are you still drunk?" I inquire, trying to keep a calm tone.
"No of course not!" She retorted angrily. "You cost me three appointments this morning, what the hell happened."
"I'm sorry I fell asleep on the couch by accident and didn't set an alarm. I'm so sorry Michelle-"
"You're fired."
"What?"
"Pack your shit, and get out of here," she swayed again, and spittle flew from her mouth.
I feel the years of rage bubble up inside of me, my fists clench and I clench my jaw to stop myself from saying what I really think about the unhinged woman in front of me. I swiftly grab my laptop, fountain pen, and mug and storm out. After all that I've done, being fired by a drunk Michelle was certainly a slap to the face. Yet somehow, also a relief. Her business would fail without me, I knew that much. Maybe it was finally time for that fresh start I have been hoping for…
The Party
"Ok all done," Natasha said with the last flick of her brush over my cheek.
"God I hope you didn't make me look like a clown," I replied with a chuckle. Turning my head I glanced in the mirror and smiled. She had done an excellent job. Natasha was brilliant at makeup and gave me a perfect smokey-eye, contoured my cheeks and nose beautifully and did a subtle pink lip. I felt beautiful, and hoped he thought I look just as good as I felt.
"Nat you're the best," I said with a broad smile.
"Hey that's what I'm here for," she replied as she applied her signature red lipstick. Smacking her lips together, she turned towards me again with my dress in hand. "Now let's get you all finished up and ready to party."
Smiling, I slipped out of my fluffy green robe and carefully unzipped the dark green dress. It was a silky satin material, and hugged every curve. There was a high slit from my right hip down to the floor, and the straps were thin and jeweled.
"You look perfect!" Nat gushed. Twirling in the mirror I had to agree. This night was going to go perfectly, I reassured myself. Maybe tonight would be the night...
A sharp knock broke the beginning of my musings, and Nat called to give us a minute. She came behind me and zipped up my dress while whispering, "make sure you snag him tonight so he can unzip this for you. I plan on getting drunk so you definitely won't be able to help." A laugh escaped my lips. She was so pushing for me to make a move tonight, and has been every single night since I told her about my feelings for one of our fellow avengers.
"Hurry and I'll zip you up then we'll go," was the best I could muster before turning around to do up her champagne coloured dress. It was also full length, but with a plunging neckline and sightly wider straps. "Nat you look stunning," I told her, smiling. My cheeks were already hurting from all the laughs and smiles from our evening together. I just hope the night would be just as fun.
"Um ladies are you just about ready?" The deep voice called through the door.
"Oh shoot, ya come on in," Nat called. Friday unlocked the door at Natasha's command and Steve strolled in, dressed in a navy suit with a crisp white button up shirt.
"Wow, you both look beautiful," he gushed, his eyes raking over Natasha as he said it. I gave her a nudge and she stifled a giggle.
"Thanks bro," I replied, heading towards the door. "I'll meet you two down there," I fired a wink over my shoulder at Nat and walked towards the stairs. I had opted for flats tonight due to my still swollen ankle. The booze would ensure it wouldn't hurt...or that I wouldn't remember it hurting.
Making my way down the stairs, I heard the music just getting started and the gentle flow of jazz wafted over to me. Stark was already at the bar with a drink in his hand, champagne was on a tray on the counter as well which I be-lined towards.
"Not bad y/n," Tony said, giving me a once over. I smiled, he was like the fun uncle around here. Always there when you needed support, yet always there to have a good time.
"Thanks Tony. You're not too bad yourself. Could've showered though, your hair looks a bit greasy," I teased. Knowing full well it was just gelled back.
He scrunched his nose at me before shaking his head. "Trust you to always give me a quip back when I try to be nice. I'll remember that." He took a swig of his drink. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see Bucky walking down the stairs, closely followed by Sam.
Bucky wore a black suit with a black button up underneath. His hair was slicked to the side in a very classy, 40s manner. Sam was wearing a burgundy suit and white shirt, with black shoes. They both looked very dapper.
Bucky let out a short laugh over something San said before we made eye contact across the room. His eyes went wide for a second before he donned his usual smirk and the two men strode towards Tony and I.
"Well aren't you two cleaned up nicely," the super soldier said as he reached for a glass.
"Barnes you better keep your hands off the whiskey tonight. I don't want a repeat of last time," Stark said firmly, sliding the bottle away from him.
"Oh come on Tony. It's only cause Thor challenged me to go drink for drink," he fake whined with a smile. God he had the most amazing smile.
"Tony's right man, you were a mess that night," Sam said with a chuckle while shaking his head. He clapped Bucky on the shoulder once before grabbing a beer. "Here take this." He handed the cool beverage to Barnes who scowled but accepted it.
Sam grabbed another for himself and him and Tony walked towards the window where Bruce was standing. I swirled my drink in my hand and watched the bubbles fizz and pop. I felt Bucky's eyes on me, exploring my body yet trying to do it in a sneaky way. I looked up at him and he smirked again.
"You look almost irresistible in that dress," he commented, not hiding his eyes raking over me this time. I swallowed and bit my lip, suddenly nervous. Why was his flirting so forward today? I was used to him calling me doll, and beautiful, and making jokes. But this was pushing any way he had spoken to me before.
"Uh thank you," I squeaked. Silently cursing how he made me feel.
"You let me know if you need help unzipping that sexy dress tonight," he whispered in my ear. His breath dancing over my neck in a pleasant way, I felt my breath catch. Sensing my change, he let out a deep chuckle before walking over to join Sam and the others. Leaving me horny, confused, and in definite need of a stronger drink.
Natasha's heels clicked behind me and I spun around, desperately needing her advice. Upon seeing her smudge lipstick my eyes grew and mouth opened slightly.
"Oh hush, we all knew it was bound to happen," she jabbed, rolling her eyes and taking a seat at the counter.
"I mean don't get me wrong, I'm beyond happy for you. But please spare me the details, he is my brother after all," I fake shuddered and Natasha smirked as she grabbed some champagne.
"I saw Bucky whisper something to you, what did he say?" She raised an eyebrows as she took a long sip of her drink.
Mulling over the situation one more time, I blurted out how provocative and flirtatious he had been, hoping she would give some clarity or advice.
"How many times do I have to tell you that he's just obsessed with you, as you are of him?" Her reply made me blush, which I tried to hide by taking a quick sip of my beverage.
"But he's Bucky. We've know each other since we were kids. Plus he's Steve's best friend." At this point it sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than her. Downing my drink I grabbed the vodka behind the bar and two shot glasses. Natasha smirked. This was something we did more often than I'd care to admit, but tonight this was a necessity. I had to let loose and not get so into my damn head about things. And Natasha, well, she just liked to drink.
I poured the clear liquid into the two little glasses and we clink them together before quickly drinking them. Scrunching my face as I felt the burn down my throat, I poured us each a second. Natasha wordlessly accepted it and we finished the next round promptly.
"Better?" My red haired friend inquired. I nodded and put the bottle back.
"Who else is coming tonight?" I asked, looking at our small group.
"Stark wanted to keep it more low key this time, shocking I know," we both laughed. "But Thor and Loki will also join us, plus Peter, Clint, Pepper, and Wanda."
"Hmm not a bad turnout," I mused, grabbing another glass of champagne.
I heard the front door open so I turned around and saw Thor and his brother walking in, both dressed in sharp looking black suits. Loki had a matching black shirt, whilst Thor had a white one. It was almost odd to see Thor dressed in anything midgaurdian, yet not altogether unpleasant.
I raised my glass at the two of them and elicited a smile from both. They strolled over to us and Thor embraced me, almost crushing me in his massive arms.
"Hello little Rogers, don't you look most beautiful this evening," he boomed. I smiled and adjusted myself as he released me.
"Thanks Thor, you look nice too."
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced, I'm Loki," the tall, slim man held out his hand to me. I moved to shake it but he lifted it up and gently kissed the top of it.
Blushing, I mumbled a hello before feeling a hand gently touch my elbow.
"Care to dance?" Bucky asked, extending his hand towards me. The music had been switched to a more jovial beat, as swing music blared from the speakers.
"Yes," I answered simply, grabbing his hand and he spun me around into the open living room. "Oh were you a bit jealous there?" I asked smirking, staring at him as his lip twitched and he frowned.
"I just don't like anyone touching what's mine," I whispered huskily. I felt goosebumps at his possessive words, and stared up at him quizzically.
"Bucky where is this all coming from?" I demanded, as he pulled me in and spun me again.
"Come on y/n, I see the way you look at me when we're training, or even when I was out of the shower today," he answered as we danced and twirled some more.
"So?" I retorted, annoyed by his blatant observation.
"So, I notice you like you notice me. You're beautiful, intelligent, a smartass. And one of the only people I trust, especially after our history with HYDRA," he continued, dipping me.
"So you like me then?" I asked, almost childishly.
"You're so dense sometimes I swear," he scowled again as he lifted me back up. "When we reconnected here a year ago, you're all I've been able to think about. I-"
He was cut off by Loki tapping my shoulder. "Mind if I take over?" My heart was pounding in my chest and I eyed Bucky, waiting for him to reply.
"We're kind of in the middle of something," he replied briskly, his jaw clenching slightly.
"Sorry but I couldn't help but notice y/n was not looking very happy in your arms. I thought I could take over and relieve her of your company," he sneered, running his hand along my shoulder. Taken aback I stepped backwards away from him, stunned.
"No trust me I'm fine," I countered, stepping back towards Bucky.
"Surprised you'd be so at home in the arms of a killer. Perhaps it's because you two are just alike. Murderers," he spat.
Bucky's fist flew into Loki's face, and I let out as gasp as Loki hit the ground. Everyone turned to look at the commotion, and Stark rushed over.
"What the hell happened?!" He demanded, grabbing Loki and yanking him up.
"This vile man called y/n a murderer just because she didn't want to dance with him," Bucky explained, venom leaching into his voice.
"Loki what the hell is going on," Thor boomed.
With one swift movement, Loki wrestled himself free and dropped a small orb onto the floor. The room immediately filled with a black smoke, and someone yanked me out of Bucky's grasp. I felt my head swim and started to see black spots. My body went limp and all I remembered was a pair of strong arms carrying me as I lost consciousness.
A/N: leaving on a bit of a cliffhanger for now! Be prepared for some big twists coming up.
