the strongest avenger (2)

sixty six

They put me in a wig.

I mean, it makes complete sense as no other person has white hair like mine. But now I'm blonde and looking like every other basic bitch that goes to a club.

I'm donning a pale blue, satin body-con dress that's so short, I would be surprised if I ended up not flashing someone. Its also extremely low cut.

Whoever works in wardrobe needs a raise, especially because of what they put Bucky in.

His plain black button up strains across his toned chest and upper body, his black pants also show off his toned lower body...if you know what I mean.

But I focus on anything other than him...as I have a boyfriend.

Our ride over was tense, but we were both getting in our zone.

James and I are currently sitting at opposite ends of the bar, the club music blasting through the speakers and the base basically causing the floor to vibrate.

Both of us have comm devices in our ears so that we can keep tabs on each other. I send him a wink as I throw back my head and finish my drink, the burn of alcohol going down my throat.

I get up and quickly pat down my curled blonde hair and tug the ends of my dress down. The VIP areas are up top in the club, the flashing lights dancing over the dance floor, where I'm heading.

I see Matthew, a tall redhead near the middle of the floor. Luckily they coated me with makeup, and covered up the scarring around my neck, so hopefully he wouldn't recognize me.

Eyes on the target? Bucky's voice fills my ear.

I chuckle softly to myself as I near the crowd. "Yep."

You're supposed to say the code words.

A sigh leaves me and I roll my eyes. "Yes Sir, Metal Man. I have sight on the target and am going to engage. Now shut the fuck up and let me do my job."

I hold in a smirk as I hear James let out a sound that somewhat resembles a rabid dog growling.

The smell of sweat and perfume grows stronger as I enter the throng of people, swaying and pumping my arms with them. Something that sounds like it would be by Steve Aoki blasts through the building as I see Matthew a few people over from me.

I bite my lip as I see some brunette dancing with him. The file didn't say anything about a girlfriend, so I have to get his attention.

Mustering up nonexistent courage, I begin to dance like the others, my hips swaying and my head falling back, letting myself move to the beat. I remind myself that I'm not Talia here, I'm Jessica Williams, a normal dumb blonde.

A part of me gets lost in the music, but the other part knows what I'm doing because eventually I end up dancing next to Matthew and his brunette.

He has eyes on you.

"I'm glad you're so perceptive." I mutter, making it look like I'm singing along with the lyrics.

I close my eyes, reaching out to his thoughts. He finds me attractive, but he's not sure how to approach. I then reach out to the brunette and—and she finds me attractive too.

I could work with this. I can—

I jerk as someone brushes their fingers on my arm. Opening my eyes I find myself looking up at the brunette. Her eyes are round and lined with black, with her cheeks flushed and her dark hair pin straight.

Touching her thoughts again, I find them fuzzy from drinking.

"Hey pretty. Wanna dance with me?"