Sebastian Stan/ Bucky Barnes/ Tom Holland one-shots

U + my hand (Sebastian Stan)

AN: I'm gonna put U + my hand and Lipbalm here in this book so you guys can read all my one-shots in one place. This story was originally posted in February 2019. 

             I was in NYC for the week. I was attending a Forensic Sciences congress. I had gotten to NYC a day early, so I decided to enjoy the nightlife of the city that never sleeps. I changed into some skinny ripped jeans, a tight white tank top, black ankle boots and a black leather jacket. I went with a red lipstick to top my outfit.

               I went inside the club and headed for the bar. I sat on one of the stools and ordered a Mojito. I was twisting around on my seat, nursing my drink, when I suddenly locked my eyes on a very handsome man. I had been staring for a while when suddenly he turned my way. OMG, it's Sebastian Stan. And he was staring at me. I blushed and turned back in my seat. A few minutes later, I grew some courage and decided to look his way again. He gave me a heart-stopping smile and waved my way. I look to both my sides, but found nobody. He really was waving at me. I eventually managed to give him a shy smile and turned back to my drink. I was downing my drink when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Sebastian Stan in front of me.

"Hey there. I'm Sebast-"

"I know who you are. So why are you here?"

"I saw this beautiful, but lonely, girl at the bar and couldn't keep my eyes off her. I decided to go say hi to her and try to get to know her."

"So, you just assume that every girl that walks into a club alone is lonely? Quite cocky, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry... it's not what I meant. Can we start again? Hi, my name is Sebastian. And you are?", he said stretching out his hand.

"Via...", I sighed, feeling a thousand Volts through that handshake.

"Via... nice name. Is it short for something or is it actually your name?"

"It's short for Olivia. I never really was into 'Liv'."

"And where are you from, Via?"

"I'm from Geneva, but I live in Lyon, France. My career took me there. You're from Romania, aren't you?"

"Yes, from Constanta. And what does a lovely lady like you do for a living?"

                 I couldn't help but blush at his compliment. Sure, he was a little pretentious, but he sure knew his way around ladies. And it was working with me.

"I'm a Forensic Anthropologist and I work at the Interpol HQ. DVI to be exact."

"Wow, that sounds incredible! You'll have to excuse me, but I don't know exactly what Forensic Anthropology is nor what DVI stands for."

"It's ok...don't worry. Forensic Anthropology is the examination of human skeletal remains to determine the identity, interpret trauma, and estimate time since death, sex, age and other things and DVI stands for Disaster Victim Identification. We deal with the process of identifying victims of major disasters, such as terrorist attacks or earthquakes, for example."

"Unbelievable... that's simply incredible!"

"Hey, Seb, come here!"

Seb sighed, sounding disappointed. I couldn't contain a little smile... after all, SEBASTIAN STAN was apparently disappointed for having to stop talking to me.

"Hummm... I- I- I have to go. My friends are calling me. It was a pleasure meeting you, though. Who knows... we might run into each other again."

"Yep... you never know. We're in NYC... Nice meeting you too."