Winter Soldier x Reader

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The sky is dark blue, filled with beautiful stars. City lights are shining under these hills. A gentle breeze goes thru me, making my (h/c) hair flow. I take a deep breath. So quiet, so beautiful and peaceful... "Get off of me you litt..-" a man grunts under me. "Shut it old man." I tighten up the ropes around him. "Aaah, you bitch!" he hisses in pain. Putting my hands on hips and look down at the man who's bleeding out of his nose:"Hey, if you'd come with me willingly, I wouldn't have to use violence.". He mutters some more insults that I ignore. Then I look back and see how a black car slowly comes and stops. "Finally." I sigh. "Great job, miss (Y/L)." a bold man in nice grey suit comes out of the car with two guards. "Took you long enough..." I raise an eyebrow unpleased.

The man fixes his glasses and looks down at the other man who's tighted up like a sausage. "I must say, I am impressed. He's been the pain in my ass these past two months... My men had struggle to find him." he chuckles. "Yeah, well... You're not the first one." my eyes follows as the guards gets the struggling man up to his feet and starts leading him in the truck of the car. Reaching my hand to get the reward. The fancy man sees this:"Ah, right..." and starts to get the cash out from his pocket. Then tosses a stack of money and I caught it. "My company thanks you." he says and starts to head to the car. Quickly I count the money:"Wait a minute..!", he turns around to look at me. "Few hundreds are missing." frowing at him. "No, it's the same amount of money we agreed on." he chuckles. "Um, no. The agreement was; if I caught him before 11 pm, I'll get the full amount. I caught him at 10.47 pm and texted you to come get him right away." I take out my phone, ready to show him the evidence. The man looks down to his wrist:"It's 11.33 pm now.". "Well shit Sherlock. It's not my fault you came late, now is it?" sterning my voice.

He keeps looking at me unimpressed. "Look, if I won't get the full cash, I'm going to take him back." giving him a warning stare. The guards comes beside him, looking at me all intimitated way. "Is that so?" the man having a smug look on his face. Nodding at him with arms crossed over my chest:"Uh-huh.". Then he snaps his fingers and his guards rushes to attack me. Won't take long before I've beat all of them down, including the fancy pants himself. Left them top of the hill. Now I'm driving away with the car they came with. Blasting the radio and singing along loudly:"...Hungry eyes~ One look at you and I can't disguise..-", It's not unusual for someone tries to swindle a bounty hunter like that. It's just super annoying. Hearing the tighted up man banging back in the truck thru the music. "Yeah, yeah..." rolling my eyes and lower the volume a bit.

After driving ten minutes I make a stop one of the local bar, 'The Oak'. Then I get up and go behind the car. Spray the man in the eyes with some pepperspry right after I opened the truck. "AAAHHH!!!" he screams in pain. I yank him out of there:"C'mon big guy...". As we step inside the bar everyone turns their head to us, but soon continues to do their own stuff. An old bartender lifts his head and starts smiling:"Ah, took you long enough.". Keep pushing the captive towards the bar:"They tried to fool me...". The bartender shakes his head amused:"Bet they are collecting their teeth somewhere now?" and puts a beer on the counter. I just sit down one of the stools and takes a sip of the drink.

Some guys comes and takes the tighted up man away. The bartender's eyes follows them as long as they get out of site. "Here." I put the carkeys on the counter. He looks down to them:"Mm... Mercedes, nice." and takes the keys. "Do whatever you want with it." then I start to hand him some of my equipments I've used on the mission. At first he takes them to the back area and comes back, then he stares at me while I keep drinking the beer. "You haven't told your parents yet?" he asks. Putting the beer down:"Sid, please don't start...". For a second he looks up and down at me:"(Y/N), your family quit hunting right after-", "I know! I know..." I try to keep my voice low and calm. He keeps staring at me, unimpressed. Then I sigh:"This isn't fun for me either...". He tosses a cloth on his shoulder:"Then why you keep doing this? Thought you already had a job as assistant for that big billionare?".

Leaning with my elbows on the counter:"I know. It's just...", "He doesn't pay you enough?" he raises his eyebrow. "He does! I mean, the money is good and everything..." I keep playing with the bottle in my hand. "But?" he asks. Letting out frustrated sigh at first:"All I do is write down some stupid notes, answer some calls from assholes who thinks they are king of the world, running around like a dog everywhere... Do I need to say more?". More costumers comes in and Sid keeps working.

After serving them, he turns back to me:"Consider yourself lucky kid. It's not everyday to get hired by Tony Stark, the Ironman himself to be his personal assistant. How long have you been there? Two months?". "Three." I drink the bottle empty. He starts drying some glasses with the cloth:"Does that boyfriend of yours know your little 'hobby'?". Giving him a death stare:"Leave him out of this.". "That David is a nice guy. Don't you think he deserves the truth?" Sid keeps asking. "I will tell him. Someday." rolling my eyes a bit. Sid shrugs his shoulders:"Suit yourself.". We talk little bit more and I head home. Living in a tiny apartment at downtown by myself. The place isn't so bad. It got place to sleep in, it got a shower – above the toilet... Small kitchen right in the corner, open concept kinda sitsuation. Everything one person needs for living. Hearing some cars going by, some woman yelling at their cat further away. Big city life, yay.

It's already 1.08 am, but I still do my regular workout rutine before bed. The truth is I'm torn. All I've ever known is being a bounty hunter. My whole family used to do that. But then my father got badly injured in one of his mission, it scared the hell out of my mother. All of sudden me and three of my siblings were suppost to get 'a real jobs', what ever that means... It's almost been a year now. Doing these type of gigs here and there by using an app. It's almost like an dating app. Someone creates a profile of the wanted person and they tell how much money they'll give you for getting that person. If you're interested, swipe on the right to get the gig. Swipe left if you're not interested. If you get a match with the costumer, they'll give the details over a chat. Easy.

Sid, Sid Brown, the bar owner is a family friend. He lets me keep all my hunting stuff in his backroom area. Can't keep them in this tiny apartment. That way I can have more room to myself, and also my boyfriend won't see them whenever he visits. Me and David have gone out seven months now. I really like him. Haven't had the heart to tell him about 'the other job'. Thinking it will scare him off if he knew. It was already hard for him to acept the fact I got the job as assistant, not him. Even he won't admit it. Before I worked for mr. Stark, I was working at this restaurant, Randy's Donuts. That's where I met David for the first time. Poor guy bought so many donuts, thinking it would impress me. Guess it did at the end of the day... I met mr. Stark there too. The Ironman. It was just an ordinary day at work. Everything happened so unexpectedly and out of no where.

Miss Potts says mr. Stark made an impulssive desission when hiring me, but not the wrong one. Guess I should consider myself lucky. It was those 'in a right place at aright time'- kind of sitsuations. No one knows about my 'hobby', not even mr. Stark. Knowing I will get fired if he knew. Talking about 'genues' right there... Quite selfcentered, cold and arrogant man. Luckly we share somewhat same humor, so it has been easier to get to know him. To think I'm actually working at the same building where the Avengers are living in! Never really met them, but I get little glimps of them here and there. Don't know if they've ever lay their eyes on me, but I don't mind it. Guess I need to be thankful about this job and leave the hunting days behind. Someday. Someday I will...