James Buchanan Barnes Imagine book 2

Rocking

I'm too lazy to translate actual Romanian right now so this is Romanian and this is English. Continue.

Strong language. I'm talking the whole chapter. Again. Yyeeeeaaahhh.

"No." You hissed, leaning back on the wooden chair, "I will not help."

"Y/n, come on. The least you can do is help. Pleaaaase?" Lisa pleaded, you could practically feel her bottom lip poke out.

Lisa, a friend— acquaintance, you made after Steve dumped you somewhere in Romania. It was a lesson he decided to give you about communication with your teammates. You were hard-headed, a little immature, and had plently of confidence. So, you went a little left with the original plan and went straight for the prize. Dosen't everyone? You sure as hell didn't want to stick around to hear his stupid speech about 'sticking together'. You'd rather the Hulk hug you after being covered in sweat.

Actually, maybe not.

"Please?" Lisa's accent stuck through her words, you cursed her for blending in so well with an Avenger. You were kinda hoping to dump her off by now.

"No." You grumbled, leaning further back in the wooden chair, you feet resting beside an empty table, and your hat covering a little down below your nose, "I'm not helping you for the last time, Lisa."

Costumers started filling in as Lisa started checking them out, complimenting them as she did.

"Fine. Be that way." She huffed, turning to grab the next order.

"I will." You smiled slyly, focusing on an action outside the small stand.

"Just beacuse your friend Steve or whatever dropped you here dosen't mean you can be moody and do what you want all the time, you know." She informed, collecting cash from a woman.

"That's exactly what that means." You scoffed out a laugh, "Steve dropped me here to make friends and learn to talk and other shit. It's not happening."

"We're not friends?" She almost sounded sad.

"No. Me and Steve are, hell, maybe even Tony, but not you. I just met you yesterday." You spat.

You hated when people sugar coated things, so you didn't yourself. You were always honest, never giving false hope or hopelessness. You were real even with strangers. Maybe that's what got you in this situation now.

"Sorry about that, sir. What can I get for you?" Lisa sighed, having enough of your conversation.

"Uh, plums. Please. Your freshest ones." The man ordered, he sounded familiar in a way.

"No problem, one moment."

After a while of sitting there, you finally stood. Tipping your hat with your thumb off your face a little. You felt eyes on you, but surveying your surroundings they could be anywhere in plain sight. You'd have to be in a less crowded space to pinpoint your watcher.

"I gotta go." Was all you said before hopping over the empty table and into the sea of people.

You were tired of doing nothing these past four weeks. You didn't know how long Steve planned to keep you here, but you were sure as fuck about to find out. Once you got in an alleyway, you fished out your phone, dialing his number. You weren't scared of dark places, that's where you preferred to be. You worked best in the shadows and you knew for certain that someone was in your space right now.

"Steve?" You clicked your tounge.

"Y/n, hey. What's up?" Steve greeted.

His jolly ass.