Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Nine

Walking back into the living quarters after watching the glowing sun set over the water the girls sunk into the couches. Taken back by their accomplishment of consuming four bottles of wine between them.

Natasha rested her head in Wanda's lap while Annabelle fell onto the floor not quite making the couch. Accepting defeat she found comfort on the floor with the cushion Wanda threw down for her.

Faces stirred as their eyes squashed shut from the bellowing noise of convocation echoing through the room. Three irritated grunts where swiftly followed by the deep manly chuckles, clearly not surprised by the groups drunken antics. It wasn't until Annabelle noticed the third chuckle that she sat up.

James fucking Barnes

Why is he everywhere she goes. Shooting a look over to Wanda and Natasha who swiftly gave her a 'we didn't know' expression she fell back into the cushion, throwing her arm over her eyes. Letting out another grunt of frustration.

The boys walked their way to the kitchen, disappearing from earshot. Hearing irritated whispers from over the couch.

"I thought you and A.B where good now?" Sam questioned Steve, looking over towards the direction of the girls.

"Yeah, me too" He swiftly answered, stepping away and heading for the fridge.

"Maybe its not him she has a problem with" Sam whispered towards James as he walked past.

It was hard to hide anything from Sam, he was always tuned into the latest compound gossip, he thrived off of it.

James was taken back by the conference Sam had to make such accusations towards a trained assassin, someone who could make it look like an accident.

He was right though, Annabelle's practically shot daggers out of her eyes when she saw James standing there.

After a while Steve brought out bowls of his famous spaghetti, helping them sober up. He liked being able to take care of his sister again. It was always a strong natural thing for him, taking care of people. He missed it.

Spending most of her time eating with her head buried in the bowl Annabelle excused herself to go freshen up. Needing to make a break from the weirdly friendly group convocations. It was irritating her, James being so chatty with them. In any other circumstance she would be happy he is getting along and making friends. But by the look in his eyes it was nowhere near innocent.

Coming out of the shower Annabelle wrapped herself up in the towel before collapsing onto her bed. Wet hair pressed against the bed sheets as she thought about everything and nothing at the same time.

It was bringing memories up from when she lived there. Escaping into her room to avoid anyone picking up on her sudden change in attitude. Not wanting anyone to question her or take pity like they often did.

"I could get used to this"James commented as he snuck in, closing the door quietly behind him.

Standing there admiring the wet and revealed girl presented in front of him, her skin barley covered by her towel. Sitting down next to her he flashed her a charming smirk.

"You could knock" Annabelle spat as she sat up, adjusting the towel.

"Would you have answered?"

No, the answer was no she wouldn't have.

It was hard to remain calm and collected when she was realising her true feelings for him. But In true Annabelle form, she shoved them deep down pretending they never existed.

Standing up in front of him, Annabelle threw her leg over James' lap, now straddling him with his pants making contact with her bare skin. Running her hands through his hair she pulled his face to meet with hers as they crashed into each other. Absorbed into passion and lust.