Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Four

Slumping back into the soft dinning chair, Annabelle's thoughts where racing through her mind, like stormy clouds of emotion.

Scoffing down every last bite of their feast she ordered yet another cocktail, resorting to her destructive ways. Something she has done so well in avoiding.

A concern filled dad sat across from her, eyes of worry scanning over every inch of her face. Trying his best to gage her thought process. Did he need to step in, or leave her be. Giving up on his inability to read her he spoke up.

"Whats going on in that head of yours?"

Ignoring the question Annabelle fishiness for her phone, pulling it out of her bag and sending off multi messages of urgency. Slipping the phone back in her bag, leaning forward and taking a strong pull of her drink.

"Chip?. Annabelle!"

Whipping her head up, seeing the aggression and worry in front of her. Blinking blurred thoughts away, swiftly coming back to reality.

"I'm fine." She said in a shaking tone, not even slightly convincing. "Actually, I'm going to catch up with Wanda and Nat after this."

Taking in her attire for the evening, she wanted to change. The state she is in, defiantly calls for another kind of outfit.

"I just need to head back home to change."

Letting out an irritated groan. The apartment was on the other side of Manhattan to where she had planned to meet the girls.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, excepting defeat. Tony pulled out his phone dialling a trusty Stark friend. Answering on the first ring.

Scrunching up her face, in question of who was on the other line and why it couldn't wait. That was until she heard who it was.

"Happy. You still at the compound? - No, no, not yet, we haven't finished. We need a wardrobe change for Chip though - Yeah she should have something in her old room"

Her dad spoke, looking over at Annabelle for confirmation. Happy began to ask Tony questions about which outfit, what size, whats the occasion to which Tony had no idea.

Reaching over, she snatched the phone from her dads ear.

"Happy, If you go into the walk in closet - yeah the one on the left - There should be a black garment bag with a black shimmery dress inside - thats the one, also the red Prada pumps too - Your the best Thankyou!"

Hanging up the phone, Annabelle sucked her lips. Biting them down to hide the smirk that was breaking around her face.

"I'm the favourite, Stark!"

She spat in a teasing tone, receiving an obnoxious eye roll from Tony.

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Standing in the restaurants bathroom, snipping the door shut she unzipped the garment bag. Admiring the outfit inside with a sadden sigh. Her life was so different from when she was living with her dad.

Nights full of intoxicating parties, fancy gowns and lots and lots of one time flings. Not that her dad will ever know that part. It was the best time of her life, but also the lowest. Sleeping until noon, stomach full of coffee and various amounts of alcohol.

Slipping into the black shimmy dress, slightly relieved it still fit. The dress was short, hem cupping underneath her plump bum. With a heart shaped neck line and spaghetti straps, showing every inch of her curvy figure.

Stepping into her red pumps, admiring herself in the mirror before touching up her make up with some fresh bronzer and a shiny lipgloss.

Bidding her goodbyes to her dad and Happy, she insisted she walk down to meet the girls. Only being a block away and wanting to avoid any unwanted attention of being seen with the famous Tony Stark, at least she was able to blend in when needed.