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Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 16.

Summary: After a rough mission, Steve likes to decompress with a walk around his home town when he can. But after saving a beautiful dame from a near death experience, he can’t seem to get her off his mind. Something about her was familiar. After some intensive research, he learns a truth about her that leaves him and some of his coworkers in a shock. Who is she? How does he know her? And was it even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 5400+

Warning: SLOW BURN. Soooo slow, but sooooo worth it...

A/N: This is it ladies and gentleman! I loved writing this chapter with all my heart! Getting ready for a gala, the fashion and hair, having Steve see her? It’s all happening;) Let me know what you think! Feed back is always welcomed and asked!!!

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Chapter 16:

Thursday came, and you remembered Claire was going to need a dress as well if she was going to come. You emailed Pepper asking where you two should go to get her an affordable one, but still elegant enough for the event, since Claire was planning a wedding and needed to be able to still afford a wedding gown at the end of all this.

Pepper was nice enough to offer to pay for both of your dresses saying, “It’s on Tony since he waited until last minute to invite you.” You laughed about it, but told her that that wasn’t necessary and that you already had a dress. She insisted that she at least bought Claire’s, and after a little back and forth of, “Don’t worry about it,” and “Really, it’s what I want to do,” between her, Claire and you, she sent you money for Claire's dress.

Claire was like you and felt bad for taking the money, but was grateful nonetheless and accepted it. That evening after work, you both went dress shopping and surprisingly found a dress for her that wasn’t like all the basic prom dresses that you had found the couple of days before.

There were a few things that she wanted to tailor to help it fit the more fairytale theme, so you set up a date to meet at your house and design your dresses together. You only needed a few more modifications and were done pretty soon. You spent the rest of your time helping her add a bit of “Claire Flare” to her own dress.

Friday came faster than you expected, and the nerves were starting to build when Claire came to your house to get ready with you.

“I’m going to cinch this up a little at the waist for me before I get dressed,” Claire said holding the middle of her dress as she inspected it.

“Ok, I’m going to get started on my hair since you’re done with yours, and then I’ll come check on you when I’m done,” you smiled as you added the last bit of your makeup.

“Sounds good. I’ll be at the kitchen table sewing,” she smiled throwing her dress over her arm and walking past you on the stairs.

You got upstairs and looked in the mirror at yourself.

“Makeup is done. Now hair…” you said thinking through what you wanted to do. “Let’s try something different today. I always do the Hollywood curls, so maybe something tighter?” you asked yourself as you dug through your drawers to find a curling iron. “Something new it is,” you grinned as you found what you were looking for, and plugged in the iron.

After about an hour of doing your hair, you ruffled it out to give it a slight tousled look, and not so tight. You pulled it back in a center ponytail and started pulling on pieces on the top to create more volume, and then pulled curls out to frame your face. You brought your bangs down a little more to help with the framing.

You very rarely wear your hair up, so this was definitely something new. You gave yourself a once over to make sure your makeup was still where you wanted it and hair was pulled how you meant for it to be.

You smiled looking in the mirror proud of your hair and makeup (eyes a little more cherry red) job that worked perfect with your dress.

“Who knew you could look this good?” you said to your reflection while smiling.

“I knew,” you heard a voice say from the doorway. “ ‘bout ready to get dressed there princess?” Claire said when you turned around.

“Oh my gosh, Claire! You look absolutely stunning!” you said running to look at her now in her dress.

She was in a beautiful light pink off the shoulder dress. It had flowers flowing from the sleeves down past the center. She had a slim pink belt tied in a bow on her waist to show off her petite figure. Her makeup, that went with the millennial pink she was going for, was just bright enough to make her features soft and elegant. Her blonde hair was in tight ringlets that was completely different from the pin-straight hair she usually wore.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to do as well for my wedding,” she giggled as she blushed at your comment.

“Oh hush! Who says you can’t look this stunning at both. You’re going to blow Josh away,” you said grabbing her shoulders to reassure her.

“You sure? I don’t know if-”

“Well I do. You are a beautiful woman who any man would be lucky to have. And after stepping out looking like this tonight?” you said motioning to her outfit. “They are all going to want you. Josh especially.”

“Thanks Rose,” she said as you two had a moment and were on the brink of happy tears. “Ok, now stop making me want to cry. I just finished my makeup!” she laughed looking up trying to push the tears back.

“Ha ha! Sorry,” you said trying to push back your own.

“Ok, we leave in 10 minutes, and you still need to get your dress on,” She said getting bossy. “Now hurry and do that, and I’m going to run down stairs and double check my makeup before Josh comes. He said he was about 5 minutes out.”

“Perfect. I’ll meet you down there,” you nodded walking to your closet with your robe still on.

“Ok!” she said rushing down that stairs as fast as should could in her long gown.

You opened your closet and pulled out the black cover that was holding your completed dress.

“Ok, let’s do this,” you said taking a deep breath and unzipping it.

“Rose! Josh is here! I’m going to let him in ok?” Claire shouted from downstairs.

“Ok! I’ll be right down! I’m putting on my shoes!” you shouted back.

You walked up to your floor length mirror on the side of the room, and straightened out your dress and adjusted your earrings.

“Ok, this is as good as it’s going to get,” you sighed giving yourself a once over one more time before heading downstairs.

“She’ll be down in a second then we can head out,” you heard Claire informing Josh. “Rose are you about rea-” she started shouting again before she turned around and dropped her jaw. “Holy. Shit,” she spaced out.

You took the last step and folded your hands with your clutch in it in front of you. You smiled at her and then saw Josh with the same expression on his face. You looked down embarrassed now with how they were staring at you.

“What? Is something wrong?” you said smoothing the fabric out nervously. “It’s too much isn’t it? Maybe it doesn’t go with the theme so well? I knew-”

“ROSE!” she shouted cutting you off and rushing to grab your exposed shoulders. “Do not complete that sentence! You look- You look-” she couldn’t get the words out.

“Claire, you’re scaring me here,” you giggled. “Again...”

“Like a princess! I mean come on! I thought I looked good, but- this!” she motioned to you.

“Now don’t compare us two! You look stunning as well!” you said not wanting her to downgrade herself.

“Ok, but you are like sexy, hot, beautiful, stunning, and elegant all in one!” she said basically gawking at you.

“I appreciate that Claire, but you don’t have to say-”

“Josh, please tell Rosie here that she looks perfect,” Claire said turning to her husband.

“You look very beautiful Rose,” The tall chestnut colored hair, and toned man said. He definitely had the build of a fireman.

“Thank you Josh. You’re too kind,” you said shyly as you shifted in your spot. “Claire, I think we should head out. You don’t have to sit here complimenting me, or making your fiance compliment me just to make me feel better,” you laughed as she stared at you still.

“Right! Sorry!” she said moving back to her fiance. “Josh, you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he laughed at her giddiness.

“I’ll second that,” you laughed coming up behind them.

As Josh opened the door for the both of you, you saw a nice white limo sitting out on your street. A man approached from the driver side and came around to the back doors ready to usher you in.

“Uh, did either of you two order a limo?” you asked raising your eyebrows.

“Not me,” Claire said stepping out in front of you to examine it from the distance better.

“That was definitely not there when I got here,” Josh said coming behind you two as he shut the door.

“Wait a second…” you squinted into the dark evening, and started to make out the figure that was waiting for you three. “Happy?” you smiled as it registered.

“Miss. Ember! Tony sent me, and told me to get you there right at 8. I think we should probably speed it up,” he shouted causing you to laugh.

“Sorry, Happy! We’re on our way!” you shouted back. “You two go. I’m going to lock up.”

The couple nodded and Josh went to escort Claire down the steps while you turned and locked the door, and placed the key back in your clutch.

When you turned back around, you saw Claire and Happy exchanging a few words before she ducked into the expensive ride with Josh right behind her.

“Mr. Hogan. It’s lovely to see you again,” you smiled at the man who returned it gladly.

“Great to see you too Miss. Ember, you look…” he paused taking your presence in. “Stunning as always, but times a hundred,” he smiled. “But I thought we talked about you calling me Happy?” he said sending you a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you. And yes, my bad,” you chuckled. “Then again, I thought we discussed you calling me Rose. Guess we both messed up.” you said sending him the eyebrow back.

“Touche,” he grinned. “Now shall we head to the party, or are you stalling?” he asked.

“Hmmm.” you hummed taking a step closer to the car. “Is it bad if I say I am stalling a little?” you whispered.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Slightly.”

“Don’t be. If I know Tony he’ll make you feel extremely welcome. Plus, with you looking like that? He’ll make sure the whole room knows that they can associate you with him. The crew has been pretty excited to see you too. That’s all I hear out of them.”

“Really?” you said stopping in your step, and turning to him.

“Oh, yeah! I’ve never seen Steve so nervous. Barnes and Wilson have been by his side all day trying to calm him down. You would think for a super soldier, he would have some balls.”

“Happy, you know how to make a nervous wreck feel a lot better,” you giggled.

“Anything for you Rose. Now, shall we?” he motioned into the limo.

“I guess,” you exaggerated before sending him a smile.

“After you my lady,” he smiled back.

“Thank you, kind sir.”

He nodded as you crouched into the car, and he shut it gently behind you before making his way to the front. Seconds later, the car left from your curb and made its way to the tower.

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Changing to 3rd Person writing. (this way we get a look at both of their feelings;))

“Bucky, I feel like this tie is suffocating me,” Steve said tugging at the red bow tie that Tony suggested he wore.

He would normally never wear anything like this, but Tony said that it was for the children, and he needed to look like he didn’t have a flag pole stuck up his ass if he wanted the kids to approach him. He was hesitant at first, but realized Stark was right. This night was for the kids, and he did want to talk to them. If that meant dressing in something less classic for this kind of evening, then so be it.

“That’s because you have it tied wrong,” Bucky sighed coming to his rescue. He undid it and started retying it loosely. “There. Better?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Steve huffed as he started straightening his jacket out. “You sure this isn’t too much? This doesn’t really feel like me.”

“You look fine punk,” Bucky laughed slapping his best friends shoulder as he turned to look in the mirror with him. “You still stroking out about Y/N?” he asked making eye contact with Steve in the mirror.

“Rose tonight, remember?” Steve warned.

“Right, sorry. Forgot the whole double life thing,” Bucky corrected going to sit on the bed to put his shoes on. “You know if you stroke out anymore, you’ll actually give yourself heart problems. You are on the brink of a 100. May want to take it easy with that old ticker of yours.”

Steve turned around giving Bucky a unamused look.

“An old joke. How very Tony Stark of you?” he fake laughed. “You do realize you’re only a year older than me right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t have to go and drag me down with you,” he waved him off tying his shoe. “Ok, how do I look?” he said standing and dramatically turning in his spot.

Bucky was wearing a silver suit and his hair had just been trimmed, but still longer. It was styled neatly. His look was more modern and less themed. He wasn’t really expecting the kids to pay attention to him, so he didn’t care to follow the theme for the night as much.

“You look fine Buck. As dashing as always,” Steve laughed turning back to adjust his buttons in the mirror.

Steve was wearing a blue suite with a dark red bow tie. He had the same colored blue colored vest under the sports jacket, and looked everything like a prince would in today's world. He was definitely fitting the Captain America fairytale look.

After a few minutes of him staring off like he was lost at the reflection, Bucky came back and grabbed his shoulders in a playful, but reassuring grasp.

“Man, calm down. I’m sure everything will go just fine. She is a sweet, smart, beautiful, old soul, terrifying at times, woman. There’s nothing to be freaked out about.”

“You’re right. She is all those things. That’s exactly why I am freaked out,” Steve groaned.

“Ok, but if you act nervous, you will only make the evening more uncomfortable. Just have fun. Loosen up a bit,” Bucky said pushing his thumbs in to Steve’s shoulders to ease the tension.

“Easy for you to say,” Steve said pushing away and walking to the edge of the bed to put on his own shoes. “You had the girls throwing themselves at your feet back in the day. I only had one girl who showed me any interest, and she-” he stopped himself looking down remembering Peggy. Then he remembered how much you reminded him of Peggy. You had the same spark, and flare. That’s what drew him to you the first time he saw you. All that did though, was bring those same butterflies back to his gut. “You just don’t get it.”

“You don’t think I was nervous back then? Hell, I was always scared that I would say the wrong thing and end up getting slapped upside the face, but I pushed those nerves down and just did it. I watched myself as best as I could, and I went for it,” Bucky said tucking his hands in his pocket as he looked at Steve. “Come on man, you just got to be confident. You’re freaking Captain America. There shouldn’t be that many things that you are scared of. You’ve fought nazis, villains, and aliens. This is just a girl.”

“Not just any girl.”

“True, but it’ll never go anywhere if you sit on your ass and mope around.” He paused waiting for a reaction, but saw his friend deep in thought. “Now, you going to man up and get America's ass out there, or am I going to have to kick it into shape? Cause there is a very beautiful women who is going to be waiting for you to escort her through this massive party in about 15 minutes. If you won’t do it, I will gladly take your place.”

After a second of thinking it through, Steve stood up and straightened his jacket.

“Fine. Let’s go,” Steve huffed standing up. Before he could get two feet from the door Bucky stopped him one more time.

“Take a deep breath Steve.”

“Bucky-”

“Do it.”

Steve rolled his eyes, and took a deep breath as instructed.

“Ok, now do it for real,” Bucky said not satisfied.

Steve gave him a death glare only getting one back in return and took an actual deep breath.

“Ok, you got this ya punk,” Bucky said slapping his back.

“I got this,” Steve mumbled walking out.

They stood at the entrance of the tower as people flooded in. It was basically a red carpet event with how well known the donors were, and who half the guest were. Tony said something about asking a lot of the ‘big money’ people to come and donate as much money as they could get out of them. The more they drank, and more publicity they got, meant the more money they tended to give away.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve tried staying behind the crowd not wanting to get roped into the flashes of the cameras, or the interviews with the reporters. They knew the one thing they were supposed to do was keep an eye out for a white limo that Tony said he sent to Y/N’s house. So, that’s what they did.

They were doing pretty well of not being caught so far. It was getting close to 8 and Steve’s nerves were working their way back up. He became less careful about being seen when he snuck out a little more into the crowd to see the cars approaching. Then Steve noticed a buzz in his pocket and quickly retrieved it to see he got a text from Happy saying they were running late due to traffic. What he didn’t notice, was Sam trying to warn him that a herd of reporters saw him, and all shot up at the chance to interview Captain America.

Next thing he knew, there was 4-5 reporters in his face rambling about something of the terrorist group they recently brought down, and then others talking about the foster kids they were honoring tonight. He was so flustered with the questions he sat there trying to listen to one reporter at a time to try and answer, but wasn’t able to make out any of the words with all the other sounds around him.

He saw Bucky and Sam trying to get to him, but unsuccessfully getting pushed aside by more camera men, and news reporters.

“Mr. Rogers, do you think there is another terrorist group working on finishing the job that was handled last week?” A reporter spouted.

“Captain, what are your thoughts on building this new home for the kids? Is it even worth it if half of them will be out of the system after the age of 18?”

“Steve Rogers, how do you feel about these types of events that Tony Stark host? Would you even be here, at this event, if it wasn’t for the kids?”

“Captain Rogers, the terrorist group that was destroying parts of our government. Were they part of an underlying group in our system? Should we worry about people working on the inside?” Another reporter interrupted.

“I-I-” Steve tried thinking, but it was all too much, and not his scene for a response.

As he looked to the last reporter whose back was to the car line, he noticed the white limo Tony talked about finally pull up.

“I’m sorry. If you’ll excuse me.” he said staring it down and quickly moving through the crowd to get to where she would soon arrive.

About 20 feet away, he felt the hand of Sam grab onto him and stop him.

“There you are. God, they are savages for a story,” he huffed looking back at the group of rabid reporters that were now trapped behind red ropes. “I think I lost Bucky in that mess, but I’m sure he’ll survive,” he laughed causing Steve to shake his head and laugh as well. “Is that them?” Sam asked nodding to the limo that Happy was walking out of now.

“Yeah,” Steve said never breaking eye contact from it, scared he would miss her coming out.

“Ok Cap. Go get your girl. I’ll be right here ready to fight off the wild animals when you need it,” he smirked.

“Thanks Sam,” Steve smiled at his friend.

As he started to slowly walk to the car, he saw a man come out first, and his heart dropped a little causing him to halt in his steps. Did she bring someone else with her? Shit. This was only making him more anxious. Then seconds later, a pretty blonde came out in a very nice pink dress. He recognized her as your assistant from the time he came in, and saw the look of love in her eyes when she took the man’s hand. Clearly they were together. That eased some of the thoughts he was thinking.

Once they were situated, they took a second to look around, and they were in awe at everything. Instantly, the cameras were on them, and people were shouting questions at them about who they were, and where their outfits were from. Steve rolled his eyes at the vultures, and started walking again to them.

“Steve!” the blonde shouted lighting up at a familiar face when they met halfway.

“Hi. You’re Rose’s assistant, right? Claire, was it?” he said thinking back not wanting to come off rude if he messed up her name.

“Yes!” she turned to the man she was linked arms with. “Captain America knows my name honey,” she whispered. Steve heard though and laughed.

The man laughed with him. “She’s a big fan if you can’t tell. I’m Josh, her fiance.” he said extending a hand as more flashes of the cameras went off.

“Nice to meet you Josh. I’m Steve Rogers. You both can just call me Steve though,” he nodded, and Claire giggled with a smile. “You guys wouldn’t happen to know where Rose is by chance?” he said looking back at the limo that was a good 10 feet behind them.

“Oh! She isn’t out yet?” Clair said turning to the car whose door was open, but no one was coming out. “She’s kinda nervous. This isn’t really her scene.”

“Mine either,” Steve mumbled.

“I’ll go get her. One second.” Claire picked up her dress, and hurried back to the car where Happy was waiting patiently outside of, which was very out of character for him. He really had a soft side for Rose. Steve picked up on it the first time she ever came by.

Claire bent over just a little to get a better look into the car, and the two men waiting for their dates and watched as Claire talked with her hands. Then she was shaking her head and looking out into the crowd saying something. She turned back looking in and nodding as a big smile crossed her face. She moved back, and then Steve saw the fabric of a cherry red dress slowly start to cascade out of the car.

Claire moved out of the way, and started making her way back to Josh. Steve never broke his concentration from the door as he waited to see all of her for the first time that evening.

The red started to shine in the flashes of the cameras as it came out of the limo more and more. She fully emerged from the door, and Happy went to close it as he offered his arm for her. Her dress was a classic red formal dress that fit her figure just right. It was sleeveless, ruffled on the side giving it the fluff, and volume all over that made the ball gown look even more fairytale like. It had subtly hints of gold threading throughout it that you could only spot if the light hit it right.

If he thought the cameras were going crazy before, he didn’t realize how many more were actually there after she stepped out. It was almost blinding how many lights were going off at once.

As he scanned up, he saw the Y/H/C that he came to know very well over the last few weeks. It was in an elegant and formal ponytail that framed her face just right.

He was frozen for a second until Claire cleared her throat.

“Yeah, I had the same reaction,” she laughed in his ear as she leaned over. “But uh- you may want to go save her from the paparazzi Prince Charming.”

“Right!” Steve said snapping out of it enough to rush over to her.

She was looking at Happy for security not really feeling all that confident with all the cameras on her, but when she saw Steve approach she lit up more.

“Hi,” she smiled.

Oh god, she was going to be the death of him. That smile. That dress. That-That everything.

“Hi,” he replied with the damn boyish grin that got her every time.

Happy looked between the obviously smitten two, and rolled his eyes.

“You going to escort your date to the ball, or am I going to have to do it for you?” Happy said in a grumpy voice. Y/N might as well been snow white with the seven dwarves with how many emotions Happy showed around her.

“Yes! Sorry, Happy,” Steve said snapping out of it once again. “Miss. Rose,” he smiled offering his arm.

“Mr. Rogers,” she replied taking it in a graceful manner.

He looked down at her and couldn’t keep the smile under control that she caused.

“You-You look…” he couldn’t find the word to actually describe her. There wasn’t one in the english dictionary that he knew of that could even come close to explaining the beauty that she was.

“You don’t look too bad either Cap.” she said smiling at him as they walked without looking away from each other.

They had completely tuned out the world around them. Chaos, cameras, and all. For all they knew. It was just the two of them.

“I don’t think you can compare me to you. Hell, I don’t think you can compare a greek goddess to you,” he said with a blush.

She blushed wildly as well at the compliment, and finally tucked her head away shocked at the compliment.

“Thank you, Steven,” She blushed as she looked down.

Steve, without hesitation, used his finger to lift her head up to look at him once more. The gold glitter from her eyes sparkle, and the red shadow made her eyes pop. He saw the red flush form on your cheeks and got this tightening feeling in his chest. The fact he was the one to put it on the most confident lady he knew meant he was doing something right.

“I mean it. You’re absolutely radiating,” he grinned.

“Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” she said with her eyes searching his and her mouth slightly open showing off her perfect red colored lips.

He quickly looked down at them tempted to crash his into hers right in that moment, but restrained himself. What he didn't expect to see, was her looking down at his as well.

They were both brought out of their pining for each other, by a group of people clearing their throats.

They shot their heads toward the sound, and saw Sam, Bucky, Claire, and Josh all sending them knowing looks.

“Are we interrupting something?” Bucky asked with a smirk clear as day on his face.

“James Barnes”, Y/N said smiling, and trying to divert the attention from her.

“Rosalyn Ember,” he responded. He liked this little game they played. “You look as stunning as ever, but why am I surprised?” he said with a charming grin.

“Never thought I would see the day The Winter Soldier is in a suit. Got to say, you sure know how to pull it off,” you retorted.

“Coming from you? That means the world.”

“What do you say we move this party inside? I might have a seizure with all these flashed the red carpet is giving off,” Sam said making everyone look at him.

“I agree. I’m not one for all the attention, so lead the way,” Y/N laughed.

“I will gladly take some of that away from you if you would like,” Claire said posing as someone asked who created her dress.

Y/N laughed and shook her head at her friend in amusement as she watched her in her element. She was enjoying being in the spotlight, and who was Y/N to take it from her.

“We’ll meet you two inside then,” she said squeezing Claire’s arm as she passed. “Josh, think you can handle this?”

“If I can handle her, I should be fine,” he smiled.

“Smart man,” she winked turning back to watch her step. She looked up feeling eyes on her, and saw that Steve was still trying to take her presence in. “What are you grinning so widely at?” she giggled.

“First off, have you looked in a mirror tonight? You make it hard to look away,” he said making the red deepen on her cheeks. “Second off, that giggle you do? It’s going to be the end of me,” he whispered lowly in her ear making her whole body warm.

“I don’t giggle,” she said lightly smacking his arm only making him laugh himself.

“You do, and it’s adorable,” he said tilting an eyebrow at her, and making her knees give out a little.

“Well, you do this thing with your lip when you get flustered,” she said pointing out something she had noticed.

“What thing?” he said faking shock.

“That little pursed lip thing. I’ve seen it when you get annoyed by Bucky too,” she said smiling proud and looking forward almost in the building now.

“I do not!” he tried to defend.

“You do too, and it’s adorable,” she winked quickly at him and turned to look at Bucky and Sam’s back knowing Steve was sending her a look. She knew if she looked at it though, she would quite possible collapse right there, and melt into the ground.

“Touche, Miss. Ember,” he said lowly, and with a chuckle afterward.

“Ok, you two. Stark wants to see Rose immediately, and Pepper said she needs you,” Bucky's said turning quickly and pointing to Steve. “and bird boy here, to go do a meet-and-greet with some kids from the home.”

“But-” Steve started.

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, and besides, you’ll have Miss. Ember here all night. I’m sure you can spare her for 30 minutes with me,” he wiggled his eyebrows at Rose. “Longer if you allow it,” he winked.

“Bucky,” Steve said sternly showing hints of possession.

“It’s fine Steven. Go. That’s what this whole Gala is for. As soon as I’m done with Stark, I’ll have Bucky show me where you are,” she said sending him a reassuring squeeze on his bicep and a genuine sweet smile.

“You sure?” he said unsure himself.

“Positive. Now go.”

He smiled down at her, and quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek making his lips linger a little longer than expected, but she wasn’t going to complain about it.

“I’ll see you in 30 minutes tops,” he said pointing to her as he walked quickly by Sam.

“I’ll hold you to it. You better not ditch me,” she winked making sparks tingle through his chest.

“Miss. Ember?” Bucky asked extending his arm.

“Mr. Barnes, shall we?”

“Oh, we shall,” he winked.

Chapter 17

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Babe I'm blitzed I want all the teas and all the answers

BRING IT!!

1. Rosehip tea: Which book did you love when you were younger? Okay, I don’t know if anyone here remembers the Hank the Cowdog series. It was so wild. Hank is a mutt who lives on a ranch in Texas and acts like he’s the goddamn sheriff, but he gets into all these hilarious situations. He even has a “deputy” named Drover who is like the Barney Fife to his Andy Griffith. I’m probably dating myself here, but this was probably the first series that helped me have a sense of humor.

2. Oolong tea: Which book series could you read again? Probably Hank the Cowdog! LOL I mean, it would be interesting to read as an adult. I would also read the Time Quintet by Madaleine L’engle again, which I have. Yes, A Wrinkle in Time is the first book in quintet of books! Same characters, too! The book Many Waters is about the twins jumping back into time before the Great Flood and it’s my favorite one.

3. Rooibos: What is one of you favourite books? Oh man, I really can’t pick one. I love The Hobbit. Dune. All of Joe Hill’s books (The Fireman is sooo goood! Mr. Hill, please cast Philip Glenister as the Fireman if there’s a series of the book because he is a perfect fit and picturing him as such made the book even better). My favorite Seuss is “Horton Hatches the Egg.” It’s a lot of fun to read aloud, too. I could go on and on about my favorite books because I don’t have just one I love!

4. Strawberry tea: Tell me about your first kiss, if you had one. First cheek kiss was 3rd grade (8 years old) his name was Kyle. First one on the lips from my first boyfriend at 13 (omg boyfriend, that’s cute) and his name was Daniel and it was gross.

5. Apple tea: Tell me about your first break up, if you had one. It was Daniel because I wouldn’t give him a blow job...at 14...cuz I thought it was gross and I didn’t have a libido...cuz we were 14. Ew...

6. Earl Grey: Which countries have you visited? Only Canada. I went to Nova Scotia in 2018 and it was so the best time ever! I didn’t have time to go to Prince Edward Island or Cape Breton to hike. Next time! My goal is to go to a new country every year for holiday (if money is feasible then). I couldn’t last year because my aunt passed away and I wanted to be with my mom.

7. Chai: Where do you want to travel next? I would love to go to the UK but I would want to take off for a looonnnng time from work because I would probably be there for months haha. But as far as possibly a two-week journey, I’m not sure. Suggestions? :D

8. Darjeeling: What languages do you speak? English, Spanish, beginner Welsh

9. Hop tea: Do you have a favourite tea? Which one? Yessss! Earl Grey, baby! Oh, and Builder’s. Best tea for milk and sugar.

10. Herbal tea: Which person would you chose to travel the world with? I usually travel better alone because I like to pace myself, taking lots of pictures, writing in a journal, etc. I think if I were to travel with my mom or best friend, we kill each other.

11. Nettle tea: Are you jealous on a person? Why? Nah.

12. Ice tea: Do you miss somebody? Why? I miss my grandmother every day.

13. Yellow tea: What shampoo do you use? I...don’t remember?? I know it’s vegan and cruelty free and smells like mint.

14. Peppermint tea: What is your favourite gif at the moment? Well........

15. Ceylon tea: Do you have a song you like, but have bad memories with? If I do, then I’ve repressed it.

16. Hibiscus tea: What is a song you can always hear? Juice by Lizzo

17. Flowering tea: What is a movie you can always watch? The Emperor’s New Groove is the top one.

18. Pu-erh tea: What is a book you can recommend to others? Anything by Joe Hill. Horns is good, Heart Shaped Box is a rock and roll ghost story, and NOS4A2 (don’t watch the series...it’s meh).

19. Turkish tea: What is your favourite cake? I have two!! Red Velvet and fuckingggggg strawberry with white buttercream icing oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

20. Green tea: What was the first movie you saw in a cinema? I remember going to see Bambi when I was 4 and being traumatized. I think the cinema was showing it cuz it was an anniversary showing or something.

21. Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile. Cooking as a kid with my grandma.

22. Panda tea: Do you have pets? Which one? I say that Lucy, my parents’ goldie, is my pup!

23. Butter tea: Show / Tell me about one thing i your room you find awesome. My bed...but of course ;)

24. Hot chocolate: Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)? I have three on my bed. Snoopy, a grey owl I named Oskar, and a stuffed boa constrictor I call Cupcake.

25. 24 flavors: What is your favourite word? Biiiitch

26. Jasmin tea: Can you draw / paint? Wanna show me something? I am no artist.

27. Kombucha: What do you order on a pizza? Mushrooms and sun-dried tomatoes.

28. Cloud tea: Which movie do you want to watch next? Midsommar!! I never saw it in the cinema so I may just buy it. I would love to see Queen and Slim but it’s a limited release in Portland (not surprised). And any horror movie that looks worth the time.

29. Gunpowder tea: If you had the chance: would you go to space? Yes, my bags have been packed since I was 10. Let’s go.

30. Matcha: Bonus question of you choice! I might answer… I’m not sure what this means??

#askbox #folieassdeux

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defiblover27 · 5 years

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Tragic Night

This is my first resus story that I never posted, not the best but its a start. More to come, Enjoy!

Dave and Sara worked as paramedics and had been partners for 5 years. One of their toughest calls came on a cold night in the middle of winter. "Ambulance 16 to Highway 66 near exit 12, MVA with multiple passengers." They both jumped up and the ambulance was on it's way in the blink of an eye. As they got closer the highway was lit up with emergency lights. They jumped out as Sara grabbed the medical bag. The Fire captain was coordinating the scene. "I have my men working on the trapped passengers in the car. One female was ejected, tend to her first." They both rushed over and saw there wasn't still two females and one male no older than 25 stuck in the car.

Patient #1

Sara looked around and found the female who was ejected. "Grab a neck brace and then we'll roll her over." Dave placed the backboard on the ground and secured the neck brace around her neck. "Ready 1 2 3 roll. Let's get her hooked up to the monitor." Sara grabbed the shears from her pocket and cut the 21 year old's shirt right up the middle, then she cut down each leg to remove her pants. In a matter of seconds she was exposed to just her bra, panties, and Ugg boots. She was covered in blood and was unconscious. Dave attached the electrodes to her chest and turned on the monitor. "Her pulse is weak, not sure how long it will keep going. Let's get some fluids in her." They placed an IV in her left arm and started the fluids. "She's going into v-fib, start compressions, I'll charge the AED." Sara cut away the young woman's bra and placed her hands in between her breasts and pushed down hard and fast. Dave attached the AED pads to her bare chest "charging to 200, stand clear, shocking." Her body reacted violently as the electricity coursed through her body. "No change resume CPR" Sara injected adrenaline into the IV and then resumed CPR. With each compression her lean body rocked and her petite breasts jiggled side to side. She was a very fit and tan young woman who appeared to be in perfect health before the accident. "Charging to 300 all clear, shocking!" Her body again jumped off the board and came crashing back down causing her breasts to bounce. "Asysotlye, I'm going to intubate." He slid the long metal blade into her mouth and then stuck the tube down her throat. After attaching the ambu bag he listened to make sure it was delivering breaths. "I'll take over compressions" Dave said as he moved down next to her torso and began CPR. Sara injected another round of meds and squeezed the bag twice after every 30 compressions. After 3 minutes the monitor showed V-Fib again so they charged to 360. "All clear, shocking" she came crashing down again as the monitor stayed in V-Fib. "Charge again and 360, clear" her back arched and her chest came crashing down again. They stared at the monitor hoping for a change. The green line flattened and the alarm rang out showing Asysotlye. "How long has she been down?" Dave asked, "Eleven minutes" she replied. "Let's call it, time of death 1:35 am". They detached the equipment and covered her nude body with a sheet. They paused for a second before being interrupted by a fireman calling out "We got one of them out, she's in really bad condition." They left the young woman under the sheet and jumped back into action hoping to save their next patient.

The Ambulance Ride:

As they approached the firemen already had the woman on a backboard and in a neck brace. "This is Susan, she's 22, has a broken leg protruding from her skin, possible head injury, she was in the back of the car, we're still getting the other two." They took over and hooked her up to the EKG and put in an IV. "Is Carol okay, please she flew out of the car, where's Carol?" pleaded Susan. "Let's just focus on you" Dave said. "Let's get her in the rig and we'll stabilize her in there." They put the backboard on a gurney and rushed her into the back of the ambulance. Sara proceeds to cut off Susan's jacket that says University Cheer on it. After cutting off all her clothing Susan lays in just her bra and panties, Sara takes off her shoes exposing her small feet. "You're a cheerleader?" Asked Sara trying to calm Susan down. "We all are, we were heading back to campus from a party when we ran into the barrier". Susan was only 5 foot and had medium sized breasts and a six pack. Sara put a bandage on her head where there was a large gash. "We got the male out, the driver is DOA, we'll load him up and you can transport them to the hospital." Sara nodded as they put the 22 year old 5 foot 10 male cheerleader on a backboard on the bench of the ambulance. "Let's get these two out of here" Sara said as Dave got in the drivers seat and drove away. 5 minutes into the journey Susan's vitals started falling as she slipped unconscious. "Her O2 stats are falling im going to intubate her." She slipped the scope into her mouth and put the tube down her throat and secured it with a blue holder that wrapped around her neck. She began ventilating her in attempt to bring her vitals back up. Her vitals began to stabilize as she put her on a respirator so she could tend to her other patient. He was a 6 foot well built African American male. She cut away his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned torso. She cut off his pants leaving him in only boxers and a neck brace. She began placing leads on his torso as the monitor whined to life. Finally both patients were stable as she took a deep breath. Before she knew it they arrived at the hospital and the doors flew open. "22 year old female with laceration to her head and exposed leg injury, lost consciousness 5 minutes ago." The doctors rushed her into the first trauma room and began tending to her. "21 year old male, laceration to the abdominal and potential spinal injury." Both of the patients were now in the trauma rooms and receiving personalized attention/

Susan:

“Ready one, two, three lift. Let’s get the rest of her clothing removed and hook her up to our monitors. Run a blood test, and get two units of O-neg in here.” The male doctor began to palpitate her abdominal, he then took his stethoscope and listened to her heart and lungs. “Lets get a scan in here, eels like she has internal bleeding.” They all backed away as X-rays and scans were taken of her entire body. “I need an OR consult down here asap.” As he continued giving off orders to his team the monitors started sowing erratic heart rhythms that quickly led to a full arrest. “Code Blue Trauma 1″ the PA system announced. “Someone start compressions and get some epinephrine in now.” A nurse placed her hands in between her breasts and started pounding away. After every 30 compressions another nurse gave two ambu bag squeezes. After two minutes passed they all reassessed one nurse placed her fingers right on her femoral artery as another checked her carotid artery. “Still no pulse, resume compressions” Another nurse took over compressions, each time her entire body shook, her head only stayed in place due to the neck brace. “V-fib” a nurse placed two orange pads on her chest “Charge to 300, Clear!” Her backed arched off the bed before crashing back down. “No change, charge to 360.” The defib unit charged as compressions continued. “Clear” another shock coursed through her body as her back lifted off the bed once again. Her entire body contracted before crashing back down and shaking due to the impact. The monitors returned to asysotlye as a sharp alarm rang out. “Resume compressions and push more med please.” Susan had now been down for 14 minutes and shocked 8 times. They checked for a pulse again as the lead doctor shined a light in her eyes. “Pupils fixed and dilated, shes been down for almost 15 minutes and has no pulses or signs of life. Does anyone object to calling this code?” The entire room was silent other than the alarm from the monitors. The doctor looked down and her battered body “Time of death, 2:42 AM, thank you all for your help.” He left the room as two nurses stayed back to clean her up. They removed all of the wires and turned off the monitors. Another nurse removed her socks and wrote out her toe tag before placing it on her small right foot. Finally they placed a white sheet over her covering her body.

Franklin:

Franklin was the last patient from the crash and was found to have a complete spinal fracture. He spent three days in the ICU and then went through a life of therapy without being able to walk again. He advocated for driving safety as he told his story of losing three of his best friends and never being able to walk.

#cpr #resus #resuscitation #defib

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raccoonpatriotism · 5 years

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Random, Useless Headcanons | Accepting

i like how i keep labeling this meme as “accepting” when i have…. 260 of these right here.

1: Has he driven a car before? Yes. Should he be allowed to keep driving? No.

2: You know that “I’m washing me and my clothes!” vine? That’s Jane. It’s efficient.

3: If you gave him Cat Food he’d say it’s the best thing he’d ever tasted.

4: Before going to Poland to serve his time, he hired a sex worker. Her touch would be the last non-violent physical contact he would feel for the next 9 or so years.

6: He donates a healthy sum of his paychecks to wild animal and veteran charities.

7: Jane’s ‘friendship’ with Merasmus is the longest relationship he’s ever held.

8: Jane doesn’t believe in the number 8.

9: He doesn’t have any titty mags, but he does have tasteful pin-up for the inside of his locker.

10: He’s an excellent swimmer - but will sometimes forget to hold his breath.

11: Getting Jane to imprint on you like a baby bird is really easy. Be strong, be patriotic, be funny, be determined.

12: He trusts everything he’s told from someone he views as a friend.

13: He’s been on BLU before - it was brief.., a WAR! got started and ended. A few years went by and he was balanced to RED

14: Continuation of 13, it was… very easy to get him to believe he was always on RED team.

15: He loves fighting robots - but nothing compares to the feeling of a neck snapping in his hands.

16: He taught himself how to use every weapon he came across in Poland - it took a few years before he ran into a rocket launcher…. His life was changed from that moment onward.

17: His knowledge of the US military comes from tv and stories from veteran home he was forced to work at through his older years at the orphanage. (Outdated or complete bullshit.)

18: The liveliness of America is just one of the innumerable reasons he loves the country. Even things he hates (like.. war protesters/hippies) have this determination in them that makes him proud.

19: He’ll pick ear wax out of his ear, sniff it, grimace, and happily hold the finger out to somebody near him.

20: He only wants the best for you.

21: Getting him to realize he’s actually ended civilian’s lives is a conversation that would take over an hour. His brain has the wildest, irrationally rational excuses ever. (”Officer Miss Pauling, what I am about to say will SHOCK you; I was framed” will never make me not lose my mind. ilove him)

22: His moral compass is, admittedly, terrible, but he genuinely wants the best for people in the world.

23: Helping people, serving his country, that’s his goal. That all he wants out of life. He’s a cog in the machine of war and he loves it.

24: Consequences don’t exist in Jane’s world.

25: He’s so fucking bisexual. This headcanon is not useless at all.

26: Jane snores like a chainsaw - and will then be absolutely silent for spaces of minutes.

27: He never covers his face when he sneezes.

28: He’s very touchy feely - A way to make up for what he so clearly craves.

29: But god this man wants to be touched.

30: As much as Jane holds back on admitting to weakness, he’s also just a genuinely honest guy so simple prodding usually gets him to spill.

31: Jane has never purposefully manipulated someone in his life.

32: He’s only ever seen one movie. Well, more like registered he always zones out at some point. Sometimes starting the movie in a day dream and zoning back in to catch the ending. The movie he’s fully seen was watched through 3 separate sessions.

33: War films, what he does catch, always make him cry.

34: With everyone he meets; Jane immediately thinks of two things. How to kill them. And what to say when holding their guts into their dying corpse and crying to the sky.

35: He has no idea he’s beautiful.

36: Jane doesn’t have a self-effacing bone in his body.

37: He chews with his mouth open, and speaks with his mouth full. He’ll also snap at someone else to stop talking with their mouth full, it’s disrespectful.

38: Jane had a dream where he beat Communism and thought it was true for a whole year.

39: He’s not dumb on purpose. He has nothing to gain by making people think he’s an idiot, as far as he’s concerned. He acts like himself 24/7

40: Jane invented that song Fifty Nifty United States song that’s song in elementary schools.

41: You know those kiddie leashes? You could put one of those on Jane and he wouldn’t be, like, “Okay.” Try and run off and be like “What contraption is holding me here?!?!?!”

42: The answer to life, the universe, and everything is American Apple Pie

43: i just realized im gonna get to answer a headcanon 69 and got excited. UHH jane likes the color red.

44: Jane likes the color blue.

45: Jane likes the color white.

46: Jane loves all skin colors, anybody can be American.

47: Has he retained any American history? Haha. Ha. No.

48: Jane was taken out of elementary school for bad behavior, lack of attention, and general ruckus.

49: His orphanage never tried to send him back to any schooling.

50: Jane was born July 4th, he doesn’t know that, despite claiming it.

51: He’s not an amnesiac - he’s never had a strong sense for long-term memories.

52: God, he loves bread.

53: And also he loves taking everything Engineer says literally. He’s such a wise American.

54: Jane would absolute trollface and say “Problem?”

55: He would never say a slur.

56: Jane does not use fuck as a curse ever. He’ll say it, but like, to mean, y’know.

57: He’s a follower, don’t tell him that. He’ll get offended.

58: Jane is convinced the President is the most powerful being in the world, and is also granted special powers.

59: Jane is progressive, baybee. He thinks dogs should vote!!

60: UNLESS IT HAS TO DO WITH WAR. Then he’s, like, a total bootlicker.

61: He’ll beat up racists in bars.

62: Jane really came alive during Grey Mann’s first robot attacks - for the second time he felt like he was protecting America and not some Very Important American Gravel.

63: If Jane ever got sentenced to prison, he’d just serve his time.

64: He has Lawyer Powers given to him by magic, and he is not afraid to use them.

65: Besides Scout, he has represented himself, Lt. Bites, and the state of Tennessee in court.

66: He was a bad roommate, he genuinely thought Merasmus was an even worse roommate.

67: Extreme Cold is a surefire way to trigger his PTSD. He doesn’t act all that different verbally, but he becomes entire still. Not even moving to shiver. It’s like he automatically transfers to late stage hypothermia.

68: Jane may have never played baseball, but he’s briefly been on a bowling team.

69: ayyyyy. Jane always returns the favor, if ya know what i mean.

70: I can’t tell you how much he can lift because I know nothing about fitness, but it’s a lot. And it’s impressive.

71: Jane practices unsafe workout routines! It’s a miracle lifting without a spotter hasn’t killed him yet.

72: He makes up for his genuine stupidity with Pure Luck.

73: He’ll kill, he’ll maim, but he won’t assault.

74: Jane’s favorite chocolate is Hershey’s.

75: He’s convinced Milton Hershey, founder of Hershey’s Chocolate, was a President despite him being alive in Jane’s lifetime.

76: Jane isn’t afraid of gay thoughts, never payed attention to period typical homophobia going on around him therefor never got a chance to develop it.

77: Jane would totally be the type of guy to see one of those Fireman Calendars and zone out staring at some dudes pecs and someone asks him if he’s okay and he’s like “I’m ogay.”

78: It’s a miracle, the first time Jane rocket jumped, his legs weren’t blown off. He was injured from the fall, surprised he’d gotten air at all. It was an accident and, while he’d never go to recreate it during his time in Poland, when he’d gotten hooked up to respawn and he saw all the high perches, the trick reoccured to him.

79: He loved Tavish so much

80: He was born in Tennessee, although he grew up in Wisconsin.

81: He’ll make odd little sounds - aborted sentences, thoughts lost to the depths of his brain. You can point them out and he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about.

82: He could have a possum mixed in with his raccoons and think it’s a raccoon.

83: He takes his Ranger Job very seriously. Just as serious as he does all his jobs. (So, you know. Not… very.) He is very enthusiastic at least!

84: He’s not empathetic at all, however energies at Large in a room really affect him. Chances are, if everyone’s in good favor, he’ll be really happy and relaxed - even if previously grumpy.

85: Jane can be really grumpy, that’s when his drill sergeant personality shines through - more often than not, he’s just a good natured loud patriot rolling with the punches of life.

86: He believes in the Judeo-Christian God, but also… believes the president is stronger than God? Sometimes? Depends on the situation. What is blasphemy haha?!?

87: Jane always wanted a puppy - meeting Bites, future Lieutenant, was like a dream come true to him.

88: Plus, he’d always liked raccoons - often responsible for tipping over dumpsters at his orphanage to help the little critters.

89: Jane can and will eat out of the garbage if not stopped.

90: He’s very passionate and strict about what he knows are fact (the issue is, facts can change pretty easily in jane’s head.

91: Good thing he has a helmet because Jane’s puppy-dog eyes are the sort that are clearly un-practiced and unintentional and thus made all the more soul-wrenching.

92: He’s always surprised by doorbells.

93: Jane would never smoke weed of his own volition, but under the influence, everything would make So Much Sense to him.

94: I’m talking the wildest stoner sayings, that always are so structurally sound it’s scary.

95: This man loves cashews.

96: “Mm crunchy things.. good.” - Shared thought by Jane and Lt. Bites.

97: Lt. Bites likes to curl up on Jane’s stomach when he’s sleeping. Jane often wakes up with his face covered in scratches and fur in his mouth. Much like the Soldier, the Lieutenant isn’t quite a sound sleeper.

98: Fuck, like, he loves cashews so much? The texture is amazing.

99: Jane has no illegitimate or legitimate children.

100: Jane loves his team almost as much as he loves America.

101: IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR scroll back up and read everything, LOSER otherwise… wow………you love soldier. me too……

CONTINUED HERE

#homeofthevan #patriotic answers #patriotic headcanons #100 headcanons so far.......#to be continued tomorrow.........#vanyel is absolutely ridiculous blame them and also love them

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justsomebucky · 7 years

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The Only Exception (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

So far, your day was a total bust, and it was still early morning.

Your umbrella had blown away in some pretty ridiculous wind gusts, leaving you to get soaked in the rain as you made your way from the subway to Stark Tower for work.

Once you were inside, the elevators were so full that you were forced to squeeze in beside some people who ought to really reconsider the deodorant they were wearing (or buy some at all).

Then you got to your desk, and a post-it note was stuck to your laptop, asking you to go to the conference room beside your boss’ office.

Dammit.

You ran your fingers through your soaked hair, trying to seem presentable as you opened the door to the conference room.

Your supervisor, May Parker, sat at the head of the table, with her assistant Maria and your assistant Natasha on either side of her. There was no one else in the room except the HR person from upstairs. He was standing in the corner, flipping through some documents in his hands.

Oh, crap.

Were you being fired?

Why else would you be called here with HR present?

Your mind started reeling with all the different bills that lay on your kitchen counter, including two student loan bills. Your rent was due soon, too. What the hell were you going to do? You couldn’t afford to stay in Brooklyn if they fired you. What kind of monsters would fire you on a Thursday morning? They could at least-

May cleared her throat, interrupting your anxiety-ridden thoughts. “Y/N, do you know why we called you in here?”

You shook your head. “No, ma’am.”

She sighed, glancing between Nat and Maria. “We had to let Leah go today.”

“Wait, what? Leah?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. Leah was a coworker of yours. Well, she used to be. “You mean you aren’t firing me?”

“No. In fact, HR, we’re good here. You can go.”

The man nodded and gathered his things, leaving without another look back. May gestured to the empty seat next to Natasha, and you sat down obediently.

“We have a little project for you until we find a replacement,” she informed you.

What the heck kind of project could they have for you from Leah’s team? She was into social media, the star of her own little YouTube show. Surely they were looking for another Leah to lead this. There’s no way they would want you to cover her show in the meantime.

“We want you to cover her show in the meantime.”

Oh.

Wait, what?

You blinked. “I have no experience with any of that.”

“No experience with love? Come on now, Y/N, even I’ve seen you reading those trashy romance novels on your lunch break. Plus, aren’t you seeing someone?” May laid her palms flat on the table. “Look, we’re in a pinch here, and you write advice articles all the time. I’m asking you to transition for a short while to also doing a little YouTube show here and there.”

You had a degree in psychology that hadn’t paid the bills after graduation, so you signed on to be a part of the team at September Media, a section of Stark Industries, writing a little column online.

Sometimes your column was based on reader questions, and sometimes it was just about something that was plaguing you that day. May was your boss, and she typically stayed out of your way when it came to work.

The advice you gave was more along the lines of life advice; ways to cope with stress and anxiety, how to find the silver lining, don’t give up on yourself…that sort of thing. Plus, you never had to appear in any videos or speak on podcasts or anything like that.

Leah, on the other hand, dealt strictly in love advice. She had a popular show on September’s YouTube channel that got millions of hits every week. You suspected half of it was because she was a former model, though you didn’t want to insinuate that she wasn’t good at her job (because you’d actually never watched her show).

Who had the time for nonsense like that? Nothing ever worked out as smoothly as in those romance novels you liked to read. There was no hot guy with loads of cash waiting in the wings to save you from your drab life. Fiction (and Disney) had ruined your hope of ever finding someone to sweep you off your feet.

And really, you didn’t even need to be swept off your feet. You simply needed someone who wasn’t going to live on your couch with no job while they watched anime porn all day. You needed someone who didn’t have a weird affinity for both their own mother and people’s toes. You’d heard these horror stories from your coworkers, and yes, people like that apparently existed.

Where had all the good ones gone?

Dating was so awful, and no amount of advice would ever make the experience better for you.

In fact, the last date you had been on was a total disaster. Your friends and coworkers had insisted that you try online dating, so you did. You actually put yourself out there, despite all of your hesitations.

It turned out, online dating was mostly a weird mix of lewd propositions and dick pics, but on occasion you’d get a message from a decent human.

Even so, the last guy you’d actually met for a coffee date had left with another woman while you were in the restroom.

“I’m so completely under-qualified to offer advice for romantic relationships, May. I’ve only had one recent date, and it didn’t go well at all. I’m not sure what I could possibly have to offer a program like this.”

May nodded, staring at you (and kind of making you uncomfortable) as she appeared to completely ignore this information. “I’m sure you’re a quick learner, Y/N, and I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice here. You’re the new romance advice person until we find a replacement.”

“But I’m not good at lovey-dovey bullshit,” you pressed on, trying to get her to see your side of things. “I don’t have it in me!”

“Then pretend,” May replied, turning to your assistant-slash-friend. “Nat, I know it’s not really your job, but you’re going to have to help her with whatever her hair is trying to do, and get her in front of the camera ASAP.”

May stood up and quickly made her way to the door, pausing for only a moment. “You’ll do great, kiddo, I know it. It’s just temporary. One, maybe two weeks tops!” With a small smile, May left the conference room, putting some finality on your fate.

You sat back in your chair, feeling a little numb. “This cannot be happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening. I suggest you get ready. Leah had an episode already scripted for today, but we’ll just have you read the questions, and you can answer as you see fit.” Maria gave you a small smile of encouragement. “You’ve got the training, Y/N. Time to use it for some lovey-dovey bullshit.”

About an hour later, after giving yourself a pep talk in the mirror of the women’s room, you were sat in front of a low-tech, camera-and-laptop situation, in what used to be Leah’s huge, beautiful office. “Why the hell did she get an office like this, and I’m stuck out in the bullpen?”

You frowned up at Scott Lang, your camera man for this temporary gig. He’d always helped Leah with her episodes, so now he’d been assigned to help you. His regular job was to write about advances in technology, especially the strides that Tony Stark and his team were making.

Scott merely shrugged. “She brought in a lot of ad revenue.”

“Yeah, I bet she did,” you muttered, looking out the window to the New York skyline.

That’s what you did when you felt your anxiety trying to take a hold of you, and the city you loved never failed to calm you down. You took a deep breath, letting the air out slowly as your eyes scanned the familiar skyscrapers.

“Look, Y/N, your advice is helpful to a lot of people, but so was Leah’s. It’s hard to make a relationship work these days. If she helped even one person, it was worth it.”

Your eyes flickered back to Scott’s face as you studied him. He was staring down at the camera, messing with some of the settings, but you could tell his mind was a million miles away to his ex-wife and daughter.

He had a point. If Leah could provide some comfort to people, then she was doing something good for people. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Scott.”

“It’s fine.” Scott offered you a sincere grin. “You ready?”

“Just a minute. This has been bothering me all day…I’ve been wondering, why did Leah get fired?”

“Oh.” Scott rubbed the back of his neck. “She got caught accepting vacations and jewelry and stuff from some of Mr. Stark’s clients. It’s a breach of contract.”

You burst out laughing. “Ah, geez. No worry of that happening with me, trust me. I can’t even get a free drink. Let’s get this over with shall we?”

“All right, I’m going to count down and you will have to introduce yourself, okay? Then you can just dive right into the selected viewer questions.”

“Got it.” At least, you hoped so.

“In three, two…” Scott held up a finger to signal one second, then pointed at you.

“Hi everyone, my name is Y/N, and this is Love Advice with…Y/N. Really? That’s the name of this show? Very original. Anyways, Leah is no longer going to be hosting, but never fear, I’m here temporarily to offer you vague advice and false hope in love.”

Scott made a face at you over the camera, but you pressed on, figuring your cynicism would help you through this ridiculous situation. Maybe if you were bad enough, they would find someone who actually wanted to talk about romance on YouTube.

“Let’s just get to the first question! Dear Leah – and again, I’m not Leah, so please address next week’s questions to the Love Therapist, because that’s my new show name. Anyways, dear Leah, I’m supposed to be getting married to someone this weekend, but I’m having second thoughts. I’ve only known him for seven months – is that long enough to know you want to spend your life with someone? I’ve been worrying all week, and I’m not sure I’m ready. I’m not sure he’s The One. Sincerely, Confused in Brooklyn.”

You made a face at the question as you read it off of the laptop in front of you, then you made a face at the camera. “Oh, confused is right. You sound utterly lost, my friend. Listen, if you are even remotely unsure of this relationship moving to the next level, the worst thing you can do is legally commit to this man. Seven months might be enough for some people, but is it right for you?”

Scott made a motion for you to wrap it up; apparently you were not only supposed to answer dumb questions, but you were supposed to offer short, bad advice. No way. If you were doing this, you were going to do it right.

You weren’t Leah. This poor person needed help.

“Confused, you need to take a good look at your own wants and needs, and figure out if that guy meets them, because if you aren’t sure about him and still go through with the wedding, it’s on you. You’re going to make yourself unhappy, and he will eventually be unhappy, too. Neither of you deserves that. Be an adult, assess your relationship, and then decide. Okay, our next question comes from Lonely in Astoria…”

“I heard you were brutal in every episode,” Nat laughed, snapping a selfie with her coffee cup in view. “First week on assignment and you really didn’t hold back.” You watched from across the table as she posted the picture to her Instagram account. It wasn’t anything new to you to see her doing that; she was always on the lookout for the perfect selfie.

Maybe she should be doing this show instead of you.

The two of you were getting coffee on the corner near your apartment before heading to see a movie down the street. It was some much needed vegging-out time. You didn’t want to have to think too hard today.

“Smile!”

You didn’t even have time to react as she snapped your picture, posting it with the hashtag #grumpyneedscoffee and tagging you.

“You know, it’s not safe to always post your location so blatantly like that. Or mine…especially mine.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve got loads of stalkers. Maybe I wanted to invite them, what do you think about that?” Nat stuck her tongue out at you, then took another selfie. “Hashtag: come stalk us.”

“You’re so hilarious,” you muttered, looking away. Your eyes scanned the faces in the crowd outside, and you couldn’t help but wonder if any of them watched your stupid little show.

You hoped not.

Saturday had finally arrived with a reprieve from work, and you were thrilled that your stint of being the Love Therapist was almost over. May had promised to find a replacement after two weeks.

You hadn’t bothered to ask for feedback, because you just didn’t care.

“I was not brutal,” you added. “I was merely being honest. Just because Leah told people what they wanted to hear, it doesn’t mean that she was giving good advice. Wasn’t I right about Dan the Jerk? The one who lied to you and said he was visiting a sick uncle in Hartford, when he was really sneaking out to see his other girlfriend?”

“You were right,” Natasha relented. “He was garbage, but I just got unlucky that time. I’ve also had plenty of decent dates. Not every man is like that, Y/N. Why can’t you just be hopeful for once? Other people have love and you haven’t found someone yet, so what? You’re gonna find an exception to the rule. You’re gonna find someone soon, and I just hope you don’t push him away just because you’re suspicious and cynical.”

You were about to reply with something a little less-than-nice, but before you could, two firemen walked into the coffee shop in full gear, and you found yourself unable to look away. God, it was just like one of those horrible romance books you adored. A fireman walks into a coffee shop…

“Earth to Y/N,” Natasha said, waving her hand in front of your face. She followed your line of sight to see what caught your attention. “Are you really into firemen or do you know one of them?”

“So what if I have a thing for guys in uniforms,” you said sheepishly, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m allowed to look. What does it matter? They always have hot girlfriends or wives, anyways.”

The two of you glanced back over at the two men. One was blond with blue eyes, and one had brown hair with blue-grey eyes. Both were over-the-top attractive.

“Which one do you want?” Nat whispered.

“I think I like the brunette,” you replied, chewing on your lip thoughtfully. It wasn’t like you to objectify someone, but you let yourself have this one indulgence.

“Good, because that blond has an ass on him that I want to bite!” Natasha rested her chin on her hand with a dramatic sigh.

“Stop,” you exclaimed with a laugh. “Just stop.”

You must have laughed too loudly, because you found yourself locked in a staring contest with the hottie brunette fireman.

His eyes widened, and he turned back to say something to his buddy, which made the other guy turn and look, too. The blond fireman shook his head, as if he was protesting what the brunette was saying.

That’s when the brunette fireman began walking over to you with a determined look, and the blond man trailed behind, looking like he was completely against the idea.

“Oh, shit, Y/N! You got their attention! See?” Natasha sat up, putting on her best flirty look. You felt like a potato next to her. “Be cool. Don’t mess this up for us.”

There was no time for a comeback, because the men were suddenly right beside your table.

“Hey! You’re that Love Therapist, aren’t you?” the brunette asked. “Y/N, right?”

“Right,” you said nervously, offering a smile. “It’s just a temporary stint, though.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “I’m Bucky Barnes, and this is my best friend Steve Rogers. We’re both based in Brooklyn here.”

“Hi there, I’m Natasha. Why are two handsome fellas like you watching a love advice show on YouTube?” Natasha smiled at them, laying it on thick. “I’m sure you don’t have trouble with the ladies?”

Bucky’s expression darkened a little, and he offered no reply, so Steve answered for him. “Uh…we used to watch because the old host was pretty hot. The guys got a kick out of it at the station.” Steve looked back at you. “No offense, I mean, you’re a sight too, it’s just that…”

“Hey, I completely get it.” You held both your hands up jokingly for a second. “Leah brought in the viewers, that’s for sure. But like I said, it’s not my real job, I’m just filling in.”

“So you’re offering advice that you aren’t really qualified to offer, then?” Bucky’s expression was now more like a glare, and a chill rolled down your spine.

“She’s qualified, she has a degree in psychology,” Natasha supplied, finally noticing the change in Bucky’s demeanor. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

“Nothing,” Steve answered again for him. “It’s nothing. It was nice to meet you ladies, but we should be getting back to work.” He tried to pull Bucky away from the table, but his attention once again fixed on you.

“Can I call you sometime?” The corner of his mouth lifted a little.

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was this guy nuts or something? Three seconds ago he was giving you a death glare, and now he was smiling. “Me?”

Bucky’s blue-grey eyes sparkled; now he seemed to be flirting with you, of all things. “Yeah, maybe we can go out sometime.”

“Um.” You looked at Natasha for help, since your thoughts were a little muddled. The attractive fireman, the one you would have picked out for yourself if you could, was asking you out after seeming a little put-off by your line of work. What the hell were you going to say?

“She’d love to go,” Natasha answered, looking to Steve. “In fact, maybe we can make it a double date?”

Steve’s face lit up. “That’s a great idea. What are you girls doing tonight?”

The movies now seemed a little too intimate for some reason. The darkness, sitting beside one another…that would be too much for a first date in your opinion.

“We were going to a bar,” you blurted out. “You can join us if you want.” Where was this newfound ability to get yourself a date coming from?

“Here,” Bucky said, reaching for your phone that was sitting on the table in front of you. You stared in total shock as he plugged his number in, then sent himself a text. “Now we have each other’s numbers. We’ll meet up later after our shift is over, okay?”

“Okay, see you later,” you replied meekly.

This was all a little surreal; did being on a popular internet show really nab you a hot fireman just now? Leah must have been rolling in attention from hotties! Who needed a dating app and creepy dudes messaging you, when you could be recognized in a coffee shop?

Once they were gone, you turned to look at Natasha. “What the hell just happened?”

“You’re internet famous now, cupcake, and we’ve got a double date with two of the hottest guys in Brooklyn!” Natasha did a little happy dance. “I’m definitely going to need to go shopping, and since I’ve seen your closet, so are you.”

“But-“

“No buts! Firemen, Y/N! Hot firemen! We are definitely going shopping!”

“Fine,” you agreed, pretending to be miserable. “But only because I think I read about this in one of my trashy novels once, and I wanna see if it ends with me getting to see a fireman’s pole, too.”

“I wouldn’t bring that up later if I were you.” Natasha laughed, hitting your arm. “Come on, weirdo. Let’s go.”

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