Bucky:
Eve laughed at a joke Tony told. Bucky found himself smiling at the almost musical sound. He loved the way she threw her head back, brown hair flowing back behind her like an old movie star.
She leaned to far, letting out a small scream as she started to fall. Bucky lunged, wrapping an arm around her waist to stop her from colliding with the floor.
"Careful doll." He teased "Head wounds aren't fun."
"Screw you, Barnes."
He chuckled, sitting her upright and stepping away.
"Not exactly my type."
She laughed, earning a grin from him.
"And what exactly is your type?"
"Blonde smartasses."
"So, Steve." Tony teased
"Fuck off Tony."
Eve laughed again.
"Well. I've got the smart-ass part down." She said playfully.
Was She flirting? Oh.
No.
That's not good. Nope. He had to shut that down.
He shook his head in disappointment. She was cute. If she were anyone else, he'd have given it a chance.
"Yeah. And the friend's sister part too." He rejected, patting her head as he walked past.
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Eve:
Eve laughed at her brother's joke, leaning back in her chair as she did. She leaned too far, letting out a scream as she started to fall backwards.
She felt Bucky's arm around her waist and took a deep breath, looking up at him.
The world seemed to slow as his dog tags dangled above her chest, the feeling of his fingers pressing into her flesh stealing her breath. Everyone but him melted into the background.
"Careful doll, head wounds aren't fun." He taunted
Doll. The word settled in her mind, unleashing a flurry of butterflies deep in the pit of her stomach.
Oh. She liked that.
"Screw you Barnes." She said, regaining her grip on reality.
He secured her firmly on the floor, chuckling as he stepped away.
"Not exactly my type."
She laughed, relishing in the boyish grin that spread on his face. She found herself curious. If she wanted him, which she definitely didn't, did she even have a chance.
"And what exactly is your type?"
He took a sip of his drink, swallowing slowly.
"Blonde smartasses." He replied
"So..Steve." her brother teased
"Fuck off, Tony." Bucky laughed
There it was again. That fluttering feeling, twisting her stomach into knots.
"Well I've got the smart-ass thing down." She flirted
What was that? Fuck. Was She actually into him?
No.
Eve. No.
This is wrong.
He smirked, patting her head like a child.
"Yeah, and the friend's sister part too."
He walked past her, leaving the room.
Did she just get rejected? Why did she even care? That was Bucky Barnes.
She couldn't be into him.
That would be wrong.
So wrong.
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FanfictionEvelyn Stark's parents died when she was seventeen. They were murdered by the Winter Soldier. Now, Bucky Barnes is in her kitchen. and he's hot. fuck. he's hot. This is wrong. so wrong.
