Sofia Gonzalez is Hollywood's hottest movie star. After rising to fame overnight, an influx of death threats and stalkers started to arise with every second that passed. Her first bodyguard did his job well, but when he's badly injured from trying t...
"This guy is actually quite the perfect fit," Peggy mumbled lowly before bringing up the green straw to her lips and taking a long sip of her black coffee.
Sofia groaned; She didn't remember picking out a bodyguard ever being this troublesome. Maybe it had been but Coulson has been with her for so long that she forgot how tiring it was to find the perfect fit. Sofia hoped that whoever was going to be her new bodyguard would fall into her lap.
Leaning over to grab her phone off the coffee table in front of her for what seemed like the 100th time in 5 minutes, she scrolled through her Twitter feed as Peggy talked some more. It's not that she wasn't interested in finding someone to protect her; she was just starting to grow weary of the process.
"And he's not that bad looking either," Peggy commented as she opened up the picture that was attached to the resume.
He was young, maybe a couple of years older than Sofia herself. He had dark brown hair, styled into a nice coif and striking icy, blue eyes with a jawline that could cut glass. He held a serious face in his photo and Peggy noticed that he had a clear earpiece in his ear and a small lapel pin that she had never seen before.
"We have to interview this guy!" Peggy glanced at Sofia, her dark brown eyes dancing in wonder.
Sofia looked up from her phone, eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you so eager?"
"Because look—" Peggy faced the iPad towards Sofia making her gasp lightly.
"Where did you find him?" Sofia questioned, setting down her phone and looking over Peggy's shoulder to see what more information she could get about the good-looking man.
"Phil actually recommended me this agency—'Rogers' Security Service.' It's a family business thing of some sort. But anyway, this guy was President Sam Wilson's main bodyguard!"
Sofia scoffed. "Shut up! No way. So he's the real deal, huh?"
Peggy chuckled, "As real it could possibly get. When should we schedule an interview with him?"
"Peggy, did you even look at the other applicants?" She frowned trying not to laugh at her manager's eagerness to meet the handsome man.
She shrugged, "They're completely overshadowed by this beautiful man, Sof."
"What's his name?"
"James Barnes."
"James," Sofia whispered. "Hmm... try and see if he can come out here by the end of the week." She stood up from her couch and stretched, joints cracking loudly.
"You don't have to tell me twice!"
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Across the country and over a body of large water, James Barnes was escorting royalty. The Royal Family was hosting an event and he was officiated as Wanda Maximoff's, Princess of Sokovia, bodyguard. It was only temporary, though. She had her official bodyguard but he was currently out due to personal matters.
"How do I look?" Wanda asked, her accent heavy.
He gave the young girl a once over and nodded. "You look fine, Princess."
"Bucky, are you being honest with me?"
He winced at the sound of his nickname. He hadn't heard it in years. He didn't think it was professional enough so he didn't go by it anymore. "As honest as I can be." He mustered a smile.
She hummed, quickly fixing her dress and putting on her smile. "I am ready then."
"As you wish." Bucky bowed his head quickly before opening the large wooden door to lead her out to the group of people awaiting her arrival.
Everyone either bowed or curtsied as she walked down the long, carpeted aisle while Bucky walked a couple of feet behind her, his eyes scanning the room warily. And whenever Wanda stopped to greet other royalty, he stood close behind.
This was his job. He protected people for a living and he was good at it. Bucky enjoyed doing it too. He was too selfless to do anything else in the world. He couldn't see himself doing anything else either.
The event ended hours later and Bucky escorted Princess Wanda out of the large, elegant hall to the car waiting for her. He opened the door for her and once she was safely inside, he got in the passenger seat. Bucky ordered the driver to head on out and once they were away from the flashing lights and off to one of the Maximoff's many properties, Wanda sighed.
"Is everything okay, Princess?"
"Everything is perfect!" She smiled and slightly squealed.
In the time that Bucky and Wanda had known each other, Bucky kind of became her confidant. Not that he had much of an option; he was with her almost 24/7. He didn't mind it. He figured it was hard for her to open up to anyone else she knew because they'd either sell her out or judge her. She was royalty. She wasn't supposed to have time for young adult problems.
Wanda soon rambled on about Victor, the young Prince she was madly in love with. They had met a couple of times before and each time they looked at each other, sparks would fly (Wanda's words, not Bucky's).
"I think I will marry him one day," she sighed dreamily as the car pulled up to the large manor.
"Yeah?" Bucky nodded to the guard who let them drive past the gates.
"Mhmm!"
Bucky felt his phone vibrate in his suit pocket while Wanda talked some more about the love her life. He wished they would pull up to the front door already so he could take a look at his phone. As much as he liked Wanda, sometimes it was a little bit too much for him.
"Goodnight, Bucky. Thank you for always looking out for me."
"It's my job, Princess."
They both nodded and went their separate ways. Bucky unbuttoned his suit jacket and took out his phone, unlocking it and opening up the e-mail that appeared on his screen. It was from Steve. The subject line read "Job Offering."
Bucky read the e-mail to himself under his breath. He would be Sofia Gonzalez's bodyguard. He knew the name sounded familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. The e-mail held all the information and job qualifications, which he had overachieved years ago.
He sighed as his thumb hit reply, typing away his response. The interview was at the end of the week. He knew the Maximoff's would let him go. It wasn't like they didn't have any other guards. Bucky hit "send" and let out a breath at the same time it whooshed away from his screen.
A small ring on Peggy's iPad stopped her and Sofia's conversation on the latest episode of The Bachelor. Peggy opened up the unread email and gasped, a smile breaking onto her face.
"What?" Sofia furrowed her brows.
"He said yes!"
"Who?"
"James!"
"Oh—" Sofia's eyes widened. "—Really?"
"Yes, he did. He'll be here Friday morning." Peggy quickly typed on the iPad before setting it back down next to her.
"Perfect!" Sofia smiled. "I can't wait to meet him!"
