The Greatest Bastard || Bucky Barnes x OC

The Distraction

"It's past 10, Madame" a soft voice shoved itself into Simone's ears, pulling her out of heavy sleep.

"mmmm" She mumbled back, pressing her sleep mask down harder against her face. Her head was pounding. And the memory of last night seemed to be what was banging on the walls inside her head.

"Thank you, Minnie" She mumbled but stayed put.

It wasn't until several minutes after the maid had left the room that she carefully lifted the mask off her eyes. The brightness was blinding, making her head pound ever harder.

Simone stayed in bed, one side of her face pressed tightly against the cold pillow, struggling to inch her eyes open little by little.

She wasn't even sure how she had gotten home last night, and hoped that she hadn't hit anything on the way. She had been much too drunk to drive, but she couldn't possibly have spent another second in the pub with the painter without having lost all sense of morality and reason.

What had happened had already been bad enough. She had acted foolishly, selfishly, without any regards for consequences—

but all that faded for a split second next to the memory of his mouth against hers. And how it had made her squeeze her legs together so tightly that they still kind of ached.

She groaned into the pillow, burying her face deeply against it in shame.

When she got in the car a few hours later she had only one goal. To settle this ordeal before it got out of hand. She was sure there was nothing worse than waiting it all out in silence. It was best to assess the damage quickly. And that meant apologizing.

As she drove towards Park Royal, she tried to come up with the right words for her behavior. How she should gracefully face the consequences for her actions.

But if she was being honest with herself, it hadn't felt wrong.

She was only embarrassed that she had wanted to keep going. Embarrassed that the same man who apparently took no issue with overstepping boundaries with, if the rumors were to be believed, a plethora of women, refused to do so with her.

Maybe it was her.

Maybe he saw the same thing Isaac did.

Maybe no one actually wanted her in that way.

She accidentally drove over the curb, only barely missing a trash can on the corner as she parked outside his building.

The stairwell had that same faint smell of mold and wet wallpaper.

She knocked twice on the steel door. And waited.

Maybe he wasn't even home. She had just assumed he would be—

The door began to creak and Simone felt relief wash over her. Suddenly, she didn't feel nearly as nervous to see him. She felt eager. Eager to explain. To smooth things over.

Except, it wasn't him on the other side of the door.

Simone came face to face with another woman.

She looked a bit older. Her blonde hair was short and feathery.

Her legs were bare, and her torso covered with a large and bulky brown sweater as

she leaned against the doorway.
"Hello" She smiled.

Simone was dumb founded. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a sharp "–uh"

"Who is it?" She could hear him yell from inside.