Me, her, and You

3

It had been a week since your encounter with Bucky, a week of being jobless. Every morning you woke up, and hit streets putting in hundreds of applications. You managed one or two interviews, but nothing panned out. You had no idea what you do without Maria watching Kayla for you, the woman was truly a god send.
You sat down on a bench in the park, giving your feet a much needed break. You looked at the pond, just wishing you could catch a break. Rent was due and you had nothing, same with the bills. The night you were mugged the thief took off with all your money.
"Someone sitting here?" A male voice asked, your eyes wandered up. You recognized him, the man was a legend, America's poster child. It was Steve Rogers, you smiled up at him weakly.
"Nope, go right a head." You looked back out at the duck pond.
"How's your day going?" He asked, leaning back a bit, hands clasped in his lap.
"To be honest, shity." You laughed, grasping hold of the concept that Captain America asked you how your day was going.
"Language, there are children in the park." He teased.
"Yeah, like two hundred feet on the other side of the pond, and it's an infant." You remarked light heartedly.
"Still." His eyes landed on you, humor in them. "So why the crappy day?"
"I lost my job a week ago, I was mugged, I have no rent to keep a roof over me and my daughters head, and I can't find a job. And it's not for the lack of trying." You spill out, holding the tears back, playing with sleeve of the jacket Bucky gave you.
"That's a lot going on, kid." He replied with a nod, pulling his phone out of his pocket shooting off a quick text.
"Tell me about it. I'm failing her and it feels like there's nothing I can do stop it." It slipped out before you could stop it, a slow tear managed to sneak out, traveling down your cheek. You took the sleeve wiping it away.
What you didn't know was Steve recognized the jacket you were wearing. Bucky had told him about you, about the night Peter brought you over. How easy it had been to talk you, that you were just you and there was something about that he couldn't get out of his head. Though Bucky didn't mention you having a kid, maybe he didn't know, that wasn't Steve's business though.
"I'm sure your not failing her, you've just fallen in a rough spot. You haven't given up trying, have you?" He asked, looking back to you. Your face had turn splotchy from the unshed tears you were desperately trying to hold back.
"Of course not." You huffed, wiping your face again. His phone dinged, and he looked down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to unload on you. I'm sure you came here for some peace."
"You're fine, look, I know someone that needs a maid, maybe someone to do errands every know and then." He casually told you, your head snapped back to him jaw slacked.
"Are you serious?" You breathed, wanting to punch yourself.
"Completely, the guy can be a sarcastic jerk at times but he's okay." He stood, offering you a hand up. You took it, a smile crossed your face. "I mean it's completely up to you."
"Heck yes. I don't care who it is." Your excitement came out in hurried words.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, though."

That's how you found yourself at the Stark tower. You stepped in behind Steve, a small bit of familiarity crossed your mind as you walked in. Then again you had been in so many office buildings they all seemed to blend together. Steve walked right up to elevator, pressing the call button. You walked in behind him as the doors opened.
    Just like before you walked into the corner, gripping the railing tight. You closed your eyes tight, trying to forget that you were in one. It didn't take long for the cab to stop and the bell to dinged. You followed Steve out into the hall, the music was the first thing that hit you. Black Sabbath was blaring, the corner of your mouth lifted. At least Tony had good taste in music, you rounded in the office.
    Tony Stark sat in front of three different screens, rubbing his chin. He was bouncing back and forth lightly in the rolling chair. His eyes narrow as the flicked between the three screens. Steve waltzed up and killed the music.
    "You know I don't like it when you touch my things." He snipped never looking up.
    "Yeah, and you said you were looking for help." Steve replied walking back to you, Tony spun in his chair. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.
     "Y/n, correct?" You nodded in reply, he was watching you intently. "Do you know how to use an espresso machine?"
   "Well, yeah." The question caught you by surprise.
   "Alright, you're hired." He sprang from his seat, walking past you. You gave Steve a confused look, he shook his head, and motioned for you to fallow Tony. "Alright so first things first, I like my privacy."
    "That doesn't sound difficult." You responded fallowing him into the elevator. He brought his hand up, effectively shushing you.
    "I also don't like being interrupted." You grasped the railing again, taking in a deep breath. "I have a bunch of people living in the top of this tower, and as great as they are at fighting really bad people. I don't think any of them know how to clean."
     You stifle a laugh, you knew about Tony Stark and the Avengers. You had heard and read about the attack on New York. Heck, after you moved here with Kayla the two of you went sight seeing. The scars in the buildings caused by the epic battle had both of you two enthralled.
   "A few of them keep to themselves, plus they are always in and out of the building." He stated as you reached the penthouse floor, the minute you stepped out of the elevator you knew where you were. "No one is allowed up here except for them and staff."
     "Hey, Stark, whose the new girl?" Sam yelled from the kitchen, coming over.
     "Help." He shouted back rolling his eyes. Sam walked over pushing Tony slightly out of the way.
     "Hello." He said in a flirty tone.
    "My help, not yours. She's not interested." Tony clipped, reaching for your hand pulling you slightly behind him.
     "Awe come on Tony, I was just playing." He smiled, giving you a wink. You giggled at his antics, Tony shot a look over his shoulder at you.
   "That's not helping, don't encourage him. That's Sam, bird brain as I like to call him. You met Captain. That dangerous red head at the table eating is Natasha." The woman as if by prompt lifted her hand wavering as she read something that was flat on the table. "All I need from you is keep things clean and organized. Maybe run out once and while pick up food, dry cleaning. That kind of thing, cause if I find coffee grounds in the garbage disposal again I might have to hurt one of them."
     "Sounds easy enough." You replied, I mean how hard would it be to pick up after superheroes. "When do you want me to start?"
     "Can you start today?" He asked, you looked around the semi clean room.
     "Sure, how long are the shifts?" You questioned, needing to know so you could let Maria know what was going on.
    "Twenty-four seven. I need a live in, we get people coming in at the dead night and sometimes they need help." He explained, you felt your heart drop.