James Barnes/OC
Marvel AU
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Alouette Clementine has battled severe illness for most of her life, but she never let that stop her from living it to the fullest. She was wild and carefree, never failing to shine a bright light on the darkest moments...
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𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 down on her plastic straw, sucking the strawberry flavored drink through the white tunnel and letting it pass into her mouth. James takes a seat across from her in the booth, a long breath accompanying his action.
She pulls her mouth from the straw and smiles at him shyly, "Did I make a bad impression on you?"
He looks up from his chocolate milkshake, squinting his eyes at her, which was something she realized he'd done a lot. He takes a second to think her question over, "What do you mean?"
"Like-" she tilts her head in thought, "Did I- did you not like me when you met me? Was I annoying?"
"Yeah," he says blunty and she chuckles out a small laugh, not at all offended. "You were annoying as hell. I tried to shut you up for like fifteen minutes."
"And now? Am I still annoying?"
"Well- I've ran into you four other times since then. The first time, you talked my ear off. The second time, you had a seizure. The third time you hit me in the jaw. And now I'm sitting at Juniper's at ten o'clock on a Saturday night drinking milkshakes, while I should be getting drunk."
"To be fair, some of those things weren't my fault. But, they're all valid points," she agrees, "So, that's a yes then?"
He watches as she draws a long sip of her milkshakes into her mouth, leaving behind a small pink drop on her bottom lip. She cleans it off with her tongue, before looking back up at him.
He wasn't watching out of lust or anything likewise, though he did find her wildly attractive, it was solely out of pure curiosity. He wondered how everything she did was so graceful. Even before, when she ran face first into the lamp pole on the street.
"No," he shakes his head, "You're not annoying. You're just very... everywhere."
"I'm very everywhere?" She laughs at his scrambled words. "Is that a bad thing?"
James shrugs, "How could I know that? I don't even know you."
"Sure you do," she disagrees, "You know about the problems I have with my mom, you know my name, the books I read, my favorite milkshake flavor, my best friend, where I live, and that I never wear shoes."
"Well," he licks his lips, "I also know that you love ice cream, have cancer, and are extremely clueless."
She smiles, "See. You know me almost as well as I know myself," she says playfully.
"Yet, you're still a stranger."
She shrugs, "So are you. Actually-" she pinches her straw between her fingers and lifts it from the cup, sucking the tart flavor from the other end of the white plastic, "I don't know anything about you."
