i'll be yours forever
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Y/N Y/L/N is ok with her life. She kills those who deserve it, and she protects those who can't protect themselves. Nothing can beat it.
Yet, when her latest recuse mission lands her on the Avenger's radar, she gets dragge...
WARNING: This book talks about racism, interracial couples, and issues that black women have to deal with. If you don't agree with that, keep it stepping because this book ain't for you. Don't stress your bigoted opinion in the comment section. kisses- h
Howard Stark was a man with vision, bursting with ideas that promised to change the future. God knows we need more men like him—willing to risk it all for what they believe in. Back then, it felt like everyone I knew agreed with me.
Yet, when his flying car's tire burst and sent it plummeting, people were quick to laugh, quick to judge. They called him just another rich fool, a man with more money than sense. But I believed in him. Or maybe I just wanted to believe in something.
When the crowd's laughter erupted again, I knew it was my cue to leave. I shouldn't have been out so late anyway. I'd promised Ma I wouldn't stay long, just until I saw what Stark had to offer. She wanted the details, all of them, and I had every intention of delivering.
I pushed through the throngs of people, ignoring the curious glances of those who noticed me. Good. The last thing I needed was someone recognizing me tonight.
"Now, what's the Devil doing up here?" a familiar voice purred behind me, slurring the words ever so slightly. The smell of cheap liquor hit me before I even turned around.
There he was—my favorite idiot. Though he'd never know it.
"James Barnes," I greeted him, crossing my arms as he smirked and bowed his head in mock courtesy. "Shouldn't you be harassing some poor girl into dancing with you?"
"Why don't you just call me Bucky, Y/N? All my friends do." He shook his head with that trademark grin. I wasn't sold.
"And, for the record," he added, his voice dripping with charm, "I should be asking someone to dance." His hand extended toward me, eyes twinkling beneath the carnival lights.
I sighed. "I'm not a girl, James. I'm a woman."
He laughed and made to pull his hand back, but I caught it, tugging him closer—closer than we should be, but not quite close enough to raise suspicion. Not yet.
"Even if I did want to dance, what makes you think I'd choose you?" I teased, letting my fingers trace the lines of his palm. He stared, a playful smile tugging at his lips, leaning slightly as if weighing my words.
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"One dance. Just one. Then I'm out of your hair for good. Promise."
I squinted, pretending to consider it. James Barnes was a lot of things—a liar among them. I could give him a thousand dances, and he'd still find a way to worm back into my life.
"I'd love to, but I've got to head home," I said, stepping away. I turned, weaving through the crowd once more, determined to make my exit before things got any more complicated.
