The Beauty Within

Those Damn Computers

***WARNING***
This chapter as well as future chapters will have strong language, subtle references to emotional and mental abuse, as well as self degrading and possible self harm instances. Light smut (masturbation) in this chapter but future chapters will basically be pwp. Thank you for reading! Any and all feed back is appreciated (but please don't be rude or hurtful) also sorry for the long chapter!

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                                ✨Bucky POV ✨

    Bucky walked back to his car after clocking out and he saw her getting into her car. "The new girl doesn't seem so bad," he thought to himself. As if summoned by his thought of you, he sees you walking to your Jeep and get in, he wasn't sure why but the slow smile that grew on your face while you looked lost in a thought, made him smile too. He started his Wrangler and mumbled, "a Star Wars t-shirt, fellow Wrangler driving, black coffee drinking nerd like me...maybe love at first sight really does exist." But then he noticed it, your smile was gone and you were blushing. He placed his hand on the wheel and lifted his 3 fingers, the unspoken driving "hi" or acknowledgement sign, then drove off. "Did she see me staring at her? Was I being weird? Fuck it, I'm just gonna stop and pick up something to eat and go home I'm hella tired."

    When Bucky got home his white cat Alpine was curled up in a ball on the couch sleeping happily. "Alpine, you'll never guessed what happened today. I met the most amazing woman today at work," he  whispered while lovingly scratching her head, "she smelled like roses, and had long soft hair..." "meow" Alpine interrupted while stretching and tilting her little head. Bucky sighed, "Alpine, we talked about this, no interrupting," he said smiling, he couldn't stay mad at her. Especially when she looked up at him with those crystal ocean blue eyes. He chuckled softly, "Like I was saying, she looked like a goddess blessing us from the heavens with her beauty. The best part is," he picked up Alpine, "she doesn't know how stunning she looks. Plus I'm sure she's wicked smart, she likes Star Wars and is smart enough to know that men's size shirts are a lot more comfortable than women's."

    Bucky fed Alpine then looked at his fast food bag sitting on the table, getting soggy from the grease of the food. He grimaced, "This will have to do for today, I really need to learn to cook something other than eggs and hotdogs." He shrugged and sat down to eat. Steve, his trainer, is going to not be happy with him eating this, but oh well, he'll just put in an extra 30 minutes of training time in the morning.

    The next morning, he pulled into his normal parking spot at work and winced when he started walking into the building. Bucky was right, Steve was not happy that he had fast food instead of sticking to his prepped meal plan, and he made sure Bucky knew by pushing him to do extra arm and leg sets with the weights. Bucky pulled his backpack out of the car and flung it over his shoulder and instantly regretted it. He stepped into the building and pushed the button for the elevator. While waiting for the doors to slide open he put his headphones in and started scrolling looking for the perfect playlist for the day. The Maker was on his side this morning after the gym apparently, when right before he hit play on his favorite song, he heard a voice that he was sure he recognized from somewhere call out, "hold the elevator please!" Right as it was closing Bucky shot his hand out and pushed the door back a bit, the sight that met his eyes was something out of a book. Your long hair loose and still wet from this morning's shower was dripping and wetting your shirt but you didn't seem to mind. The red shirt darkening at the touch of the droplets clung to your skin and Bucky suddenly found himself wanting to be a shirt to be able to cling to you. He snapped himself out of your trance when he saw you smile up at him and out of breath said, "thank you! Woke up a bit late and that would not look good being it's only my second week huh?" you giggled and Bucky's insides tightened. Your giggle was a song he could hear on a bad day and it could bring him a smile. "No that really wouldn't be good" he chuckled. The elevator filled with the mixture of his scent and yours and he couldn't help but think how intoxicating it was. He quickly pushed the button for your floor and tried to still himself, "focus on your phone and maybe she won't realize how crazy you are" he told himself. But he couldn't help it, he used his peripherals to continue to discreetly catch glimpses of you. He admired the way the clothes you wore fit against your curves. Not just your hips and breast, but the life earned ones too.  Today it's a black knee length skirt, he noted, the red t-shirt with 3 buttons on the front undone was not enough to show off you cleavage but it was just enough to drive a man wild with desire, the black combat style boots were a nice touch to bring it all together.