Imagine x female reader (Y/n)
I wrote this when I was like 14 I'm sorry if it's confusing don't expect Brontë
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A very boring, over worded, written-like-a-child, promise-my-writing-is-actually-better-than-this, summary withou...
I entered my dads office, he was working on one of his cars, laid underneath on a car repair plate. Without warning, I slapped down the thick book onto the desk just in front of me.
A loud metal-like bang sounded from the car followed by a groan and an "ouch." He came out from under the car and shot up, quickly noticing what was on the table, "You signed it?" He asked, turning the document and flicking through it.
I nodded.
He came around the table in between us and gave me a big hug, squeezing me tight. "You have no idea how proud I am of you," he said releasing from the hug.
"A bit random," I replied, laughing. I wasn't one for hugs, same as him as he said, it was a family thing, hereditary he said. But he was totally right, from my dad's great-grandfather all the way to Howard Stark, non of them enjoyed affection, all of them loved work more than their wives and children wanted. That's why I got along with them though, when each would go to job I would come with them, accompany them, help with their work. I've only just been able to stark settle down in the last 170 years and it had been the best way of living I could get.
"Sorry kid," he chuckled, messing my hair up with his hand. "Your addition to the team will be soon then, maybe in the next couple weeks."
"But the world doesn't even know I exist."
"Well more announcements then," he smiled.
"Are you sure that I'm ready?" I asked, beginning to stutter. In truth it wasn't the world I was worried about, I had finally began to make friends, proper friends. This was the first time I'd ever fallen in love. "I just...I don't want to—"
"I've never been more sure," He reassured, kissing me on the head. "What day are you free? I need to schedule the conference."
"I'm not sure, I've got to go anyway, I need to do my history homework."
There was a pause. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," my dad said, rolling his eyes.
I glared at him.
"What? You're literally the smartest person I know."
"Whatever," I mumbled, turning to walk out the room.
"Can't you ask one of the other museums in here? The number just keeps growing, we have three now," my dad moaned, referring to me, Bucky and Steve.
"Already ahead of you," I shouted exiting the workshop, heading to the elevator.
Other than the meeting obviously, I'd been thinking about this all day, finally some time alone with Bucky. We'd been sneaking around for the past day, even this morning he snuck out of my room. All I wanted was to stay there forever.
"Hello dear," Bucky called from my library.
"Trust you to pick this for your floor," he said, walking on the raised floor above me, looking at the romance section I had. It was the kind of library where dust collected everywhere as far as the could see, with dirtied shelves, and stands. The whole room was a stained wood with two floors connected with a spiralling staircase. The curtains were usually open, showing the nearby lake and forest.
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