Legally Blonde - Bucky Barnes

V

You went straight from the party to the nearest software store. If you wanted to be on the same playing field as the other's you'd need to the newest computer on the market to help you out. You got curious looks from customer's and employees alike but you couldn't care less.

A small cough gained your attention and you found the mystery nice man standing behind you.

"Don't ask," you sighed. You did not want to hear him laugh at you as well.

"Wasn't going to," he said softly. "So... what are you doing here at-" he glanced at his watch, "-11 PM?"

You held the box up for him to see. "New computer. Wish I could afford that," he mumbled to himself.

You elected to ignore it, not sure if he meant for you to hear it instead of deciding to ask him a question. "I'm sorry, but I never actually caught your name?"

"Oh! James Barnes, " he held a hand out that you barely managed to shake whilst holding the box, "but most people call me Bucky."

"Bucky," you let the name rest in your mouth for a minute, "I like it. I'm Y/N Woods."

"Nice to meet you Y/N Woods."

***

The computer was put to full use and instead of watching KUWTK you now spent the afternoons studying. You even went to the library at times. Bruce was nice enough to help you get the books that you couldn't reach. He was probably the only one who hadn't been giving you shit since you started here besides Bucky.

"So, you've filed a claim. What next?" Professor Stromwell asked the class. "Ms. Woods?"

"Don't you need evidence?" You bit your lip hoping it was correct. She still scared the hell out of you.

"Meaning?" She was digging now and you had to prove you knew this. Prove that you had earned your seat at Harvard.

"Meaning you need reasonable belief that your claim should have evidentiary support?" She gave you a surprised but impressed look and addressed the class this time. "And what kind of evidentiary support..."

You were about to die from studying as hard as you did but the feeling of achievement made every hour worth it. You even made Professor Pierce smile.

"And the purpose of diminished capacity is?" You raised your hand quickly praying for him take you instead of Natasha,

"To negate mens rea?"

He nodded, an almost proud smile adorning his face.

Tony and Natasha had no clue of the hurricane coming their way.

***

Peggy, from the salon, quickly became your closest friend in town. She was nice and supporting something you had been missing in your life. The two of you confided in each other and after hearing her long after her dog you decided enough was enough. That dirtbag did not get to keep her dog and get away with it. That's why you found yourself along with Peggy in your car rolling into the driveway.

If you could even call it a driveway with all the trash lying around. He even had a barrel with something burning inside. This was not looking good.

"Are you ready?" Peggy sat nervously in the passenger seat avoiding looking at the trailer.

"No..."

"Yes, you are!" you encouraged and somehow despite her nerves she got out of the car and knocked on the front of his door.