Why is it that waking up in the middle of the night always has some kind of different vibe? The house is completely silent except for the creaks of the structure settling or the fan in the bathroom going because your mom can't sleep without it. Waking up like you just went a week without food and days without water kind of vibe. Every time is like that in my life but, when you move into the Stark tower, the vibration of the bass hitting the ceiling -a.k.a your floor, and shaking you awake is a different kind of wake that doesn't make me mad since I feel energized and honestly better. Since I do, I sit up and rip the IV needle out of my hand before dropping it on the seat of the wheelchair that is parked in front of my nightstand so the tube didn't pull in my sleep.
"Hmm." I get up from my bed and stretch before I send a cleaning ring of magic down my body because I'm too tired to brush my hair and teeth in the bathroom. "Let's fuck shit up." I shrug to myself
But, not to go to this party apparently.
So, I dig through my closet when I sleepily walk over and eventually find some dresses that are way too fancy for me given how they are tucked neatly in white garment bags and labeled so I turn around and shuffle through the other side of casual but could be dressy clothes. I come across a tight fit yellow sundress that I pull out and see it reaches just above the knee and accents all my natural curves that I aspire to get back one day. The dress has long sleeves flaring out at the elbow to give it a real summer time vibe which is what I need instead of this rainy day shit.
The last thing before I decide to do my face and hair are shoes so I look through my very large collection to find some bright yellow heels that match the color of the dress perfectly and slip them on. I summon a tube of mascara and slap that on with no care since I'm only using it to make my eye bags less noticeable before I exit my closet when everything is done and stop in front of my desk to look at my outfit in satisfaction.
I smile when I see my dagger sitting in front of me on the white lace holster as it now reminds me of Bucky so as I pull up my skirt, I take the strap and velcro it to my left thigh before letting my dress fall back into place to keep the weapon hidden perfectly so no one can yell at me for having it. Not knowing what to do with my hair, I leave my room and walk down a little to a door to a person I know is in here because he takes the longest fucking time getting ready so a few knocks and some heavy footsteps make me smile when the door opens.
"Hey, Thor." I greet happily
"Greetings, Lady Y/n." Thor bows a little in a classic tux just with an untied tie draped around his neck. "What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asks as he sweeps his hand in his room to invite me in
"I need help with my hair." I walk in and turn around to watch him close the door. "If you don't mind." I add
"I never mind but, I thought you were supposed to be sleeping in your chambers with the soldier?" He furrows his eyebrows. "And where has your medicine gone?" He asks after glancing at my hand that I cover with my other one
"Listen, Thor." I sigh, knowing he will scold me if I lie which is another one of my rules he added to my notebook. "I don't want to live my life for the next few months as a walking medical emergency that everyone is taking care of. I feel healthy enough and energized. I just want to live again." I mumble the last sentence while looking down at my feet and he sighs at my words
"I believe you, little one." He says and I look up to see his smile. "You deserve to live as you please but, do take it carefully. This is not a normal party but undercover business. You must stay away so there are no targets on you and we can keep you safe." He states very clearly and seriously
"I promise." I immediately nod. "Does that mean you can do my hair?" I ask with a lifting smile
"Yes." He chuckles as I jump and cheer. "Just as long as you can tie this abomination of string." He glances down at his chest
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Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile
Fanfic"You're staring." Bucky speaks with some insecurity in his voice "You can't blame me, Barnes." I shake my head with a smirk. "You're just a sight I don't want to look away from." I flirt and he chuckles what sounds like a sigh of relief as he walks...
