part 19

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Bucky - Hey Doll, Hope you didn't get into too much trouble with Jade last night. If your free this evening I would like to take you to dinner?

Smiling as you walk out of the building, you hover just outside the doorway. Not sure how to reply your fingers linger over the keys, typing out your reply but then deleting it as it either sounds not interested or too needy. Suddenly your phone rings illuminating in large letters ''James 'Bucky' Barnes'' across your screen making you drop it.

Praying it's not smashed your bend down to carefully to retrieve it from the concrete...shit...

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'Voicemail....what the fuck!' you Chuck your phone down onto the desk. Slumping back into your chair bemused as to why Beatrix ignored you? Did she not want to be seen? Now she's dodging your calls? You saw her read and attempt to message back and then nothing.

Rolling up the sleeves of your shirt, exposing more of the decorative artwork painted to your skin you mumble to yourself. 'Have I misread the whole thing?' rubbing your temple trying to think back on your encounters....she made the move not me.

You need to talk to her, find out what's going on. Just as you stand, your 5 o'clock meeting arrives. Rolling your eyes you make a mental note - make this quick.

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Clicking at your phone is useless. It's not responding the screen is too cracked.

Tapping it against your hand in frustration you stare back up the building contemplating what to do. He probably thinks your ignoring him, if you hadn't fucked this up before this definitely isn't helping Trix...

'Excuse me Ma'am, are you lost?' A young boy, probably 16/17 with short brown hair peers towards you.

'Me?, Oh no I just. Broke my phone on the way out.' You showcase the cracked screen rolling your eyes just to prove a point.

'No worries, I can fix that for you. I'm one of the interns at Stark Rogers Technology. The names Peter Parker.' Reaching out a hand to shake yours he reminds you of a granddad figure in his old mannerisms and formalities, very polite.

'Beatrix Miller' smiling, before looking down at the hand he is still shaking..

Abruptly letting go after recognising his over the top behaviour he skips through the main entrance, his backpack bouncing behind him.

'Follow me Ms Miller Ma'am.'


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