Emma Parker. The incredibly smart, beautiful, kind agent of SHIELD. The elder sister of Spiderman. The Assistant of Tony Stark. And the maternal cousin of Caroline Forbes.
After the traumatic falling of SHIELD, and the explosive reveal of her long...
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Emma was incredibly busy overseeing "Move In Day" at Stark Industries when late at night, her phone rang.
'Excuse me.' She smiled at the patient contractor and slid the phone icon to the right.
'Hey, Care! How's your party going?' 'OH my god you won't believe what happened, Vicki got attacked and there was blood, oh god, so much blood and now there are ambulances here and I'm scared!' Her almond eyes widened.
'Caroline, are you okay?' 'Yeah, I'm not hurt.' 'Is your mom there? Or any police?' Having a calm, precise mind was something she prided in herself. Panic wasn't going to help anyone.
'Yeah, yeah, a few officers I know pretty well are here. They're offering to take me home..' She trailed off. Emma sighed in relief, turning back to look at the view behind her. There were just a few more boxes.
'Okay, go home with them, I'll meet you there.' 'No!' The words had barely left the Parker's mouth before her younger cousin had protested. Her eyebrows furrowed disapprovingly.
Caroline sighed. 'I just meant that I have too much adrenaline to go to sleep. Please, let me go to the grill with Bonnie.' She begged. Emma agreed with a half-hearted okay and instructed her cousin to wait with Bonnie for her.
It was only twenty minutes. What could happen in twenty minutes?
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Caroline sat alone as Bonnie left to use the restroom. She briefly wondered whether her big sister ever had to go through this, and almost rolled her eyes.
Emma Parker was gorgeous. A nerd, but beautiful nonetheless. She was smart and sweet and 5'9", which gave her the longest legs Caroline had ever seen.
Emma was the kind of person everybody just automatically loved. How would she know?
She felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up. A man with a chiseled jaw and the most beautiful eyes ever stared back at her.
The advice that Emma had given her numerous times flashed in her mind.
Don't talk to strangers. Don't go home with strangers. Don't be alone with strangers.
But then he smiled and she couldn't help but smile back.
'Hey, Emma's a few minutes away.' Bonnie sat down, following her friend's gaze. She smiled uncomfortably at the man who barely gave her a polite smile, and turned his attention back to the blonde, making her ecstatic.
'Sorry, I'm late, I know!' Emma didn't notice the intense lovelorn gazes until the man's attention had shifted into her. He studied her curiously, the brunette shrugging off her coat.
'It's fine, I'm still a little drunk, anyways.' Emma grinned, greeting the Bennett girl with a half hug.
'Did you get some coffee in you?' Caroline shook her head, suddenly feeling better.
Emma rolled her eyes. 'I'll go and order some.' She stopped Bonnie and walked away, reasoning that she wanted something, too.
Damon smirked, winking at the little blonde and walking after the tall brunette. Say what you want about Stefan, he had great taste in women.
'Yeah, a chocolate chip muffin. Thanks.' The cashier slid her card back to her. Damon leaned on the counter next to Emma.
'Hi.' She smiled politely at the supremely hot raven haired man in front of her.
'Hey.' Damon liked her smile. And she was pretty. Shame she would probably die.
'New to town?' 'Yeah. I'm visiting family.'
Damon acted pleasantly surprised, like he wasn't eavesdropping on every conversation she's had inside the Grill. 'Yeah? The Forbes?' Emma nodded, looking back over her shoulder to see Caroline talking animatedly. She was getting the wrong vibes from this guy.
Everything he said seemed like it had a deeper meaning behind them. And the look in his eyes? Like he was toying with her. Like he was the predator.
And she was the prey.
She almost smirked at that. Emma was a lot many things. But prey? Bitch, please.
You wanna play? Let's play.
'What about you? You from around here?' She tilted her head, studying his features. Damn if he wasn't one of the hottest men she'd ever seen. (And she saw hot men shirtless every day.)
His lips quirked up, his smirk mirthless. A little bitter, if she had to say so. 'Once upon a time, long long ago....' His smirk widened a bit at the involuntary smile that spread across her face. She was adorable.
'Damon Salvatore. Founding family?' It suddenly dawned on her. That's he was being creepy and weird! Small town people generally were to tourist types. Hell, she was to tourists, too! (But she was a New Yorker, so.... Honestly, dresses and grates? No, ladies, no.)
'Oh! Like Stefan?' He nodded. Thank you, Stefan. He could see the aggression and hostility drain out of her posture.
'Emma. Parker. I....' She had a quick mental fight that basically went "TELL HIM. YOU DESERVE THIS. YOU'RE AWESOME. GET THAT PRAISE." and "But he'll treat you weirdly and think you're some rich bitch." And so, the nicer (i.e approval seeking) part of her won out, and she went with 'Work at the new Stark Industries office.' She pointed South, despite the fact that he couldn't see past the walls.
He almost chuckled at her spastic and uncomfortable actions. Forget a threat, this girl was just a dork.
'That's sounds cool, must be fun!' He acted interested, excited. Now, he wouldn't admit it, but he was kinda curious as to how the flashy superhero ran things in his company. (Really, "I am Iron Man"? How dumb was this guy?)
'Yeah, it is.' Her attention was abruptly ripped from the suave raven haired man in front of her as Bonnie staved off an interrogation from Liz, in a panicked phone call conversation.
'And while I would love to talk to you about it, I gotta go get these crazy kids home. See you around, Salvatore.' She smirked at him before picking up her chocolate muffin (when did that get here?!) and walked away in long strides.
He stared at her back, watching her walk away. He sucked in a breath as her hips swayed, putting her hair up into a ponytail and pulling up the little drunk blonde. He had a sudden urge to drag her home and drink her. Preferably after rocking her world so hard she was numb.
She'd probably be delicious. She'd probably sound good too. He licked his lips, swigging down the last of his bourbon.
Emma supported Caroline's weight on one side and absently nodded to the girls' chattering. She looked back over her shoulder and shivers jolted down her spine as she saw Salvatore drink down the last of his drink. (He had one?) She didn't miss the longing, lustful glances he sent her throughout their conversion, like he was going to take her right there on the bar.
'My, my look at the time.' He said to no one in particular. 'It's time to start the show.' He smirked dangerously, walking out of the bar, mind still lingering on the Parker girl, and for some reason, how her eyes looked like this chocolate he used to love in Chicago, 1980s.
