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moonlighttfoxx · 4 days ago
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The girl with the golden eyes: Chapter Two
Summary: Steve is still trying to figure out his feelings and trying to put those weird insticts under control. 
Warnings: smut, jealous Steve, Bucky
A/N: It’s a little bit more descriptive. 
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After what seemed like a century with Hydra, taking a break was exactly what you needed. Natasha had come in the right moment to save you from Hydra, but mostly from yourself and all these relentless thoughts of devastating guilt. And you couldn’t thank her enough. You were tired of being Hydra’s pet, you were tired of helping them in their sick cause and most of all, you were tired of being Brock’s pet, his little precious trophy.
You were also thankful to your new teammates. You expected them to be a little harsh on you and frankly, you wouldn’t blame them. If you were in their shoes, you wouldn’t trust a person who used to play for the enemy’s team as well. But they were nothing but kind, sweet and gentle with you. They were doing their best to make you feel comfortable and a part of their team. Almost all of them at least.
It’s been a couple of weeks since your first encounter with them. Now you were an honorable member not only of their compound, but of their regular movie nights, game nights and their lives in general. It was so simple, so cozy, so friendly. You’ve never felt so relaxed and peaceful in your life. And getting to know each one of them was truly a blessing. They were all incredible in their own unique way. You’ve grown closer to them – to some more than to others, but that’s just human nature, isn’t it? You can’t click the same with everyone.
Besides Natasha, who you had so much in common with – your childhood, your interests, your personalities (she was as much of a strong independent girl, who wanted to have fun as much as you were), over the past days you grew incredibly close to Bucky. You knew the reason: both of you were unfortunate enough to have spent a part of your lives in Hydra’s grasp. That was the first thing that brought you closer. You found yourself able to share memories and fears with him that you thought you’d never open up about to anyone. Then the Hydra talk eventually turned into a movie talk, a book talk, intimate thoughts and sex preferences conversations and absolutely everything you could think of.
You knew what this looked like on the outside and you were sure that everyone thought there was something going on between the two of you. But that definitely wasn’t the case. As good as you two got along on almost every level, you knew Bucky wasn’t the type of person you saw yourself with, not for something serious at least. Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind having him as a stress release buddy if it ever came to that – pure physical act, ending with multiple orgasms instead of feelings. He’d be a perfect fit for that, you were sure. And boy, did you need multiple orgasms…
You smiled at the thought while doing your morning ritual after getting out of bed. It was an early morning, so you thought you might go and do some sort of breakfast. Not that you could really cook, but scrambled eggs were one of the few things you could make.
Wearing only a grey t – shirt, a few sizes too big, almost reaching your knees (it was Bucky’s after all, after escaping from Hydra, you didn’t have a lot of personal belongings, so he was kind enough to offer you a few of his shirts after you mentioned how much you enjoyed sleeping in baggy shirts) and a pair of pink bikinis that were neatly hidden underneath Bucky’s shirt, you made your way to the kitchen through the quiet hallways, ready to start making the breakfast.
Steve was walking down the hallway, sleepily rubbing his eyes, when his supersoldier sense of smell was attacked by the delicious scent of something being cooked. Something that made his stomach growl. He took a deep breath inhaling it. It was something fried, maybe eggs. It had to be eggs mixed with something sweet. That was weird. Eggs and something sweet? He took one more deep breath. Lilacs. Fuck. That meant only one thing: Y/N was there. Probably she was the one cooking the deliciously smelling meal. Maybe he should come back later? It was way too early to deal with all the weird reactions of his body. NO. His body didn’t control him. NO. He was in charge. Hiding and avoiding her would definitely not solve the issue. He took one more deep breath for a totally different reason this time and stepped into the kitchen.
His eyes immediately found her. She had her back to him mixing some ingredients in a bowl. It was clear that she hadn’t heard him. She was completely oblivious to his presence in the room. She had her usual sleeping attire – a baggy t-shirt and nothing else. Nothing he could see anyway. Oh how much he hated that attire! He hated everything about it. The way it hugged her thighs and especially the way her pointy nipples were poking through the fabric. He couldn’t see them yet, but he had no doubt they were there just like every other morning. What happened to the good old bra, huh? Didn’t she own any? How inappropriate was that – walking around in a house full of men with her perky breasts completely braless! It was so fucking infuriating! For him at least.
Still standing at the door, he saw her reaching up into one of the cabinets. She couldn’t really rely on her height, when it came to reaching… well anything. She was short indeed. She stood up on her tip toes, obviously hoping for a better access, but the only thing she really enabled was Steve’s eyes access to her butt. He was wondering what she was hiding underneath those stupid baggy t – shirts. Well, it was a perfectly round, small, seemingly tight bum, just waiting for him to put his hands over it, squeezing it, spanking it, painting it red. Oh, he was sure he could cover it with only one of his big hands. He felt a familiar tug in his boxers. Damn it! Not again.  
‘Do you need any help with that?’ he asked huskily. Y/N jumped a little, startled. She turned around, facing him. Yep. There they were – those nipples, poking through her shirt. That certainly didn’t help his pants situation.
‘No… well, actually, yes. Could you, please?’ she smiled, her cheeks getting a little redder. Was she blushing?
Steve walked over to her. She didn’t move contrary to his expectations, which didn’t give him any other option, but to position himself right in front of her. Her pointy nipples almost touching his t-shirt covered upper abdomen. She was looking up at his face with those big golden eyes. Jesus. That image was certainly going to hunt him through yet another cold shower. The only thing he was praying for right then was for her not to move any closer… or else she could feel him… she could feel just how hard he was for her.
‘Uhm…’ he cleared his throat. ‘What is it the thing you need again?’
She seemed flushed for some reason. That’s when he felt it or to be more précised that’s when he smelled it. Smelled her. Lilacs and something even sweeter. He couldn’t tell what that smell was. He didn’t care what it was, but he couldn’t mistake the pheromones filling in the air around him, accessible only for a superhuman like him. She was turned on. She was wet, he was sure of it. Was that for him? Was she wet for him?
‘Pepper’ she whispered at first, but then continued more confidently. ‘I need pepper. Someone put it on the top shelf’
He reached out, careful not to touch her, grabbed the needed ingredient and locked his blue eyes on hers once again.
‘There’ he breathed.
‘Thanks’ she answered taking it slowly from him, not breaking the eye contact.
‘Good Lord, what’s that heavenly smell?’ Bucky’s voice interrupted their unofficial staring contest. Y/N jumped a little once again and moved away from Steve, turning her back on him and continuing with her cooking.  Steve also moved a few steps back and looked at Bucky. He could see his nostrils flaring. The winter soldier was breathing in the wide mixture of smells in the kitchen. He was a fellow supersoldier after all. Steve could see the realization hitting Bucky’s face and his eyes darkening seconds after that. Oh yeah, he had smelled her. Bucky knew. Now there was another smell, filling in the air around Steve: the smell of Bucky’s desire. He smirked and moved closer to where Steve and Y/N were. Moving past Steve he positioned himself next to her on her right and gently traced his metal fingers along her upper arm. Then whispered in her ear: ‘What’s that heavenly smell, Y/N?’
Steve knew what smell his best friend was referring to this time and it had nothing to do with breakfast. He was well aware of it. For some reason Bucky’s thoughts, Bucky’s desire, Bucky’s body close to Y/N’s, his fingers moving up and down her arm aggravated Steve, it drove him wild. All he wanted to do is tear Bucky away from her. A low growl threatened to escape from his mouth as if he had lost all control over his body, his instincts taking over his brains. But fortunately Y/N’s giggle was the thing that brought his focus on her and that was all he needed to stop the uncontrollable growl from escaping right on time, enabling him to quickly regain his control.
‘Scrambled eggs. They’re almost ready. I’m making extra anyway, so both of you can have a bite’ she answered.
‘Mmm… I would love to have a bite, doll…’ Bucky whispered, smirking. ‘Wouldn’t you love to have a bite, Steve?’
Bucky locked his eyes on Steve’s, still smirking.
‘Yeah. You have no idea, Buck’ Steve answered coldly.          
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moonlighttfoxx · 6 days ago
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The girl with the golden eyes
Fanfic series
Steve Rogers x OC(that’s the plan at least, still in process, might be some sort of platonic Bucky)
Summary: Steve Rogers hates Y/N - the way her golden eyes sparke, the way her hair falls down her shoulders, the way she smells and most of all he hates that she screwed him over in a mission, working with Hydra. Caught between the hatred and the desire he feels for her, what will happen if they are forced to live and work together not as enemies, but as a team?
Warnings: smut, sexual content, 18+, lots of jealous Steve Rogers
A/N: I'd appreciate some comments no matter positive or negative.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
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moonlighttfoxx · a month ago
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The girl with the golden eyes Chapter One: Prologue
Summary: Steve Rogers hates Y/N - the way her golden eyes sparke, the way her hair falls down her shoulders, the way she smells and most of all he hates that she screwed him over in a mission, working with Hydra. Caught between the hatred and the desire he feels for her, what will happen if they are forced to live and work together not as enemies, but as a team?
Story type: Series
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OC
A/N: This is my first try for an Avengers fanfic. All comments(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)
Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+
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Steve looked around the room full of people. His eyes were rapidly scanning everyone until they landed on the person he was looking for – a tiny plain guy in his thirties. It was easy to miss him, given that he was no one special at all, but he used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee and right now he was a great threat for them all.  He had to give the order for that guy to be taken down. He needed to be taken down one way or another, but Steve wasn’t willing to risk the lives of all those people. So right now the only thing he could do was patiently wait for the former employee to leave the event and then he would give the order to the agents that were surrounding the area around the event center.
Holding his drink in his hand, his eyes still casually going around the room, stopping for a second on each face – some of them familiar, others not so much. Rich gentlemen from the high classes with their polished wives showing off their fortune, parading with their marriages – shiny on the outside, broken and sad on the inside.
A sudden shiver pulled him out of his thoughts, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Surprised by that weird reaction of his body, he became even more alert and he started searching frantically for the cause of it. It was then, when his eyes were met by light brown intense almost magical orbs. Blue into golden.
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You were walking in the room, moving slowly and gracefully in between the crowd. The long burgundy dress was hugging your curves perfectly. It was just the perfect combination of classy and sexy – it wasn’t showing too much flesh and yet it was enough for the mind to wonder what’s underneath it.
You took a quick look at the people in the crowd, but still kept your focus on the person you were here for tonight. Jim Brooks was right in front of you. Your eyes were set on him and you were doing your best to remain focused. You were well aware of the fact that you were being watched by the handsome man at the other end of the room. You also happened to know exactly who that was – you’d seen him on TV a couple of times. You blinked once and tried to bring your attention back on your mission.  Your eyes found your target quickly – Jim Brooks was a few feet away from you. You smiled to yourself. It was show time.
You moved past him, bumping into his shoulder accidentally on purpose, which caused him to spill his drink all over his shirt. He turned around to face you, looking annoyed as hell, but the moment he looked at you, his expression softened and his eyes travelled down your body.
‘Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m so clumsy.’ you said sweetly. You looked down at his ruined shirt and then back at his face. You put your hand over the wet spot on his shirt, caused by the spilled drink. You moved your hand over it slowly, gently rubbing it.  ‘Oh… look at that. It’s going to leave a stain. I really am so so sorry.’
‘Well, I’m not.’ Jim smiled widely at you. ‘But how about you make it up to me by letting me get you a drink.’
‘I guess it’s the least I could do. Thank you’
‘Oh… trust me. It’s my pleasure, miss…’ Jim looked at you questionably, waiting to hear your name.
‘Lilly. Lilly Sparks’ you said sweetly. That was your alias. The name you used when you were on a mission.
‘Well, miss Sparks that over there is my table. Why don’t you wait for me there while I go and get you that drink’  
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Steve was curiously watching the peculiar encounter taking place in front of him. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Jim Brooks was supposed to leave the event, but he got distracted by the beautiful girl with the golden eyes and what was the strangest part – she seemed interested in him. Something was definitely fishy. There was no way a girl like her would have a slight interest in a simple plain man like Jim Brooks.
Steve was getting slightly irritated. This mission should have ended by then. They should have already taken the flash drive from Jim and called it a night. That lady was slowing the mission down and that was a problem. Fortunately, he had an idea how to quickly deal with the situation. He downed his drink and straightened his tie, then stood up from the bar and headed directly towards the girl. Truth be told, that idea wasn’t his favorite, but it was the first thing that came to his mind.
‘Excuse me, Miss’ he said when he reached the table where she was waiting for Jim. She looked at him, her golden eyes shining under the artificial lights of the room expectantly, obviously waiting for what he had to say. God, she was beautiful. ‘I was wondering… would you like to dance with me?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I’m waiting for somebody’ now that was new for Steve. The ladies usually would throw themselves at him. He definitely wasn’t prepared for that answer.  He started thinking of what to say next, but he didn’t have much time, because a moment later Jim was back to the table with a drink in his hand.
‘Is everything okay here?’ he asked, his eyes nervously looking at Steve. Jim’s hand slowly slid to his right pocket. Obviously however stupid that might be, the flash drive they were looking for was there.
‘Yes, everything’s great. Would you like to dance?’ the girl asked looking at Jim.
‘Oh, yes’ he nervously answered, putting down the drink he was holding, then took her hand and led her to dance floor, where a few other couples were already moving around under the beat of some slow song. Steve couldn’t do anything, but just watch. The golden eyed girl pressed her body against Jim, she was whispering in his ear, giggling at his responses. She was probably just another stupid girl, looking for a sugar daddy. That was the only logical explanation of her interest in Jim.
They continued to dance for some time with Steve watching them intently.  Eventually they came back to the table. Both of them looked at Steve questionably.
‘Oh, captain Rogers. You are still here.’ Jim said. ‘Is there anything we can do to help you?’
What was happening with him? Of course if he continued to just stand there, it would look suspicious. Come on, Rogers, you are better than that. If he didn’t get his act together, he was going to blow it.
‘Nothing. I was just leaving. Enjoy the evening you two’ Steve smiled and walked away.
He sat back at the bar and continued to casually watch the interaction between Jim and the girl with the golden eyes. They were talking and laughing for good 20 minutes. Then the lady took out a piece of paper from her purse and gave it to Jim. Steve assumed it was her phone number. Then she hugged him and gave him a light peck on the cheek. With that, she turned around and headed for the exit. Steve’s eyes lost her in the crowd a few seconds after.
Jim stood there at the table, smiling at himself. That fool. He finished his drink, straightened his suit and also headed for the exit.
‘Okay, guys ‘Steve said almost cheerfully, speaking to his teammates through the device in his ear. ‘Stay on position. He’s coming.’
He waited a few minutes himself and started making his way through the crowd, going for the door.
‘Uhm… Sir’ he heard one of the agents speak in his ear. ‘He’s got nothing on him.’
‘What?!’ Steve almost yelled. ‘What do you mean nothing? It should be in his right pocket!’
‘It’s empty, Sir’
Where was the flash drive? He could have sworn it was in his pocket. It was visible from the camera footage and from his behavior tonight. It should have been on him unless…
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You walked to the limo waiting on the side of the event center. The driver smiled at you and opened the door for you.
‘Thank you’ you smiled and got in the car.
‘So… do you have it?’ Brock Rumlow asked, looking at you intently.
You raised your hand, holding the flash drive in it and smiled, saying:
‘Hail Hydra!’
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moonlighttfoxx · a month ago
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moonlighttfoxx · a month ago
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Chapter One:
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Nick Fury had gathered the team for a meeting. He wanted to introduce the new recruit: it must have been someone special, because even with his usual grumpy attitude, there was a hint of emotion in his voice over the phone. Steve couldn't really tell what kind of emotion exactly. It could have been anger, excitement, annoyance... who could tell anyways?
So, there he was, sitting in the conference room with the rest of the team, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for Fury and this 'special person'.
'Do I really have to be here for this?' he heard Bucky complaining next to him. 'Who has meetings at 8 am? I need my beauty sleep...'
'Yes, you do. You are part of the team now, you should start acting like it.' Steve answered sternly, to which Bucky only rolled his eyes.
Their attention was caught by the sound of the door, being opened. There he was: Nick Fury with his usual grumpy face. Steve glanced at his watch. The director was right on time, as usual. He was a very punctual man - a quality that the Captain actually appreciated. Behind Fury there was a lot smaller person. Steve couldn't make out their face since it was hidden behind the One-Eyed Man's broad shoulders, but one thing was certain: this wasn't a man, but a woman. A short woman with dark brown hair.
Being a supersoldier, all of his senses were heightened, so he could be alert at all times. You see, in moments like this, that was a problem. He could smell her. She was so intoxicating. She smelled like lilacs. It was as if her scent was slowly penetrating every part of his body. A shiver ran down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That was a familiar feeling. But why?
She stepped aside, so she could see everyone and everyone could see her. She was wearing a simple white shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, showing just a little bit of her cleavage and ripped black jeans that were hugging her hips tightly. She had one of those big sunglasses on her face, so he couldn’t see much of it, but from what he could see, she was beautiful. She had cute small nose and red plump kissable lips. Not that he thought of kissing her.
‘So, everyone…’ Fury started ‘…This is Y/N. Our new teammate.’
Y/N took her sunglasses off and smiled widely at the team.
‘Hello everyone! It’s so nice to meet you!’
Her eyes travelled through every face in the room. Eventually they settled on Steve’s. Their eyes met. Blue into golden. Wait! Golden? He knew those eyes! He could never mistake them. In fact, he doubted he could forget them. That was her! The girl with the golden eyes from the gala, who ruined his mission.
‘Oh, nice. A hot chic’ Steve heard Bucky whisper next to him, only for him to hear. The Captain sent one more stern glare in his direction. She wasn’t hot. Not one bit. Not at all. Sure she had some nice squishable curves on her, but so did every other woman on the planet. It wasn’t as if Steve was wondering what treasure was hidden in between those thighs or what would happen if he were to slowly unbutton the rest of the buttons on her shirt, one by one, only to reveal her soft skin underneath, which he would definitely NOT want to explore first with hands igniting every bit of it and then he would definitely NOT ravish it with his mouth, marking it, claiming it, owning it. Just as he was definitely NOT feeling his pants getting tighter in the crouch area. Not. At. All.
‘She is a former agent of Hydra. One of their top agents if I might add. She, undoubtedly, is a great asset to our team.’ Fury introduced her, interrupting Steve’s thoughts, leaving him confused.
‘How’s a former Hydra agent a great asset to our team?’ Steve asked. It came out huskily due to his previous thoughts, although there was no way in hell he was admitting he was having any thoughts about her at all.No, she didn't affect him one bit. Or at least he tried to convince himself that. He cleared his throat.
‘Firstly, she was basically their right hand. She knows the way they think, the way they fight, the way they play. Secondly, they recruited her for her skills. She is a great spy. She can subtly find out the information you need without using force. No shootings. No combats. Easy. Clear. Casual.’ Fury said, raising his hand, holding a small object in it. That was the flash drive Steve was looking for for his mission.
‘Huh, if that’s what S.H.I.L.D.’s looking for, doesn’t it make the rest of us obsolete?’ asked Tony.
‘Of course not! There’s always gonna be need of you. What we’re doing, is reducing the rough force to a minimum. Less damages, less casualties. We still need you to plan out strategies, work along Y/N, be her backup and intervene, when it turns out we need rough force after all. With all your skills combined, you’re gonna make a hell of a team’
‘I don’t understand completely. How can she help us exactly?’ Wanda asked.
Fury sighed, looking annoyed.
‘Look at that’ he pointed at Y/N. ‘Is there a man in this room, who wouldn’t say she’s attractive?’
Steve noticed half of the male crowd in the room, looking Y/N up and down. Bucky had one of his ‘I’d hit that’ smirks, he was almost certain he heard Sam whisper ‘Damn’ somewhere behind him, Clint and Tony were nodding in approval and Bruce was blushing. Ugh… their reaction was so damn irritating.
‘Exactly... Men like that, men could be easily manipulated by that. And some women too.’
‘I’d let her manipulate me any time’ Bucky whispered in Steve’s ear. The Captain was so close to punching him in the face and wipe that disgusting smirk off of his face.
‘Why, thank you, Sir’ Y/N spoke sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
‘And how exactly are we supposed to trust her? How can we be sure she’s not a double agent?’ Steve asked.
‘If you trust me, then you can trust her as well. Romanoff can back me up here.’
Natasha raised from her chair, standing next to the One-Eyed.
‘I trust her with my life. That should be enough of a proof’ she said simply.
‘No more questioning. No more doubting. I count you’ll make her feel welcome, show her around, let her adjust and most importantly be her friends. That’s what one needs after interacting with Hydra for too long.’
With that Fury turned on his heel and left, leaving Y/N to them. Steve didn’t like that situation one bit. He didn’t trust her. He couldn’t. And all these controversial feelings he was or was not having, were definitely new and 100 % unhelpful. He was screwed.
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moonlighttfoxx · 4 months ago
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The girl with the golden eyes: Prologue
Summary: Steve Rogers hates Y/N - the way her golden eyes sparke, the way her hair falls down her shoulders, the way she smells and most of all he hates that she screwed him over in a mission, working with Hydra. Caught between the hatred and the desire he feels for her, what will happen if they are forced to live and work together not as enemies, but as a team?
Story type: Series
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OC
A/N: This is my first try for an Avengers fanfic. All comments(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)
Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+
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Steve looked around the room full of people. His eyes were rapidly scanning everyone until they landed on the person he was looking for – a tiny plain guy in his thirties. It was easy to miss him, given that he was no one special at all, but he used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. employee and right now he was a great threat for them all.  He had to give the order for that guy to be taken down. He needed to be taken down one way or another, but Steve wasn’t willing to risk the lives of all those people. So right now the only thing he could do was patiently wait for the former employee to leave the event and then he would give the order to the agents that were surrounding the area around the event center.
Holding his drink in his hand, his eyes still casually going around the room, stopping for a second on each face – some of them familiar, others not so much. Rich gentlemen from the high classes with their polished wives showing off their fortune, parading with their marriages – shiny on the outside, broken and sad on the inside.
A sudden shiver pulled him out of his thoughts, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Surprised by that weird reaction of his body, he became even more alert and he started searching frantically for the cause of it. It was then, when his eyes were met by light brown intense almost magical orbs. Blue into golden.
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You were walking in the room, moving slowly and gracefully in between the crowd. The long burgundy dress was hugging your curves perfectly. It was just the perfect combination of classy and sexy – it wasn’t showing too much flesh and yet it was enough for the mind to wonder what’s underneath it.
You took a quick look at the people in the crowd, but still kept your focus on the person you were here for tonight. Jim Brooks was right in front of you. Your eyes were set on him and you were doing your best to remain focused. You were well aware of the fact that you were being watched by the handsome man at the other end of the room. You also happened to know exactly who that was – you’d seen him on TV a couple of times. You blinked once and tried to bring your attention back on your mission.  Your eyes found your target quickly – Jim Brooks was a few feet away from you. You smiled to yourself. It was show time.
You moved past him, bumping into his shoulder accidentally on purpose, which caused him to spill his drink all over his shirt. He turned around to face you, looking annoyed as hell, but the moment he looked at you, his expression softened and his eyes travelled down your body.
‘Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m so clumsy.’ you said sweetly. You looked down at his ruined shirt and then back at his face. You put your hand over the wet spot on his shirt, caused by the spilled drink. You moved your hand over it slowly, gently rubbing it.  ‘Oh… look at that. It’s going to leave a stain. I really am so so sorry.’
‘Well, I’m not.’ Jim smiled widely at you. ‘But how about you make it up to me by letting me get you a drink.’
‘I guess it’s the least I could do. Thank you’
‘Oh… trust me. It’s my pleasure, miss…’ Jim looked at you questionably, waiting to hear your name.
‘Lilly. Lilly Sparks’ you said sweetly. That was your alias. The name you used when you were on a mission.
‘Well, miss Sparks that over there is my table. Why don’t you wait for me there while I go and get you that drink’  
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Steve was curiously watching the peculiar encounter taking place in front of him. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Jim Brooks was supposed to leave the event, but he got distracted by the beautiful girl with the golden eyes and what was the strangest part – she seemed interested in him. Something was definitely fishy. There was no way a girl like her would have a slight interest in a simple plain man like Jim Brooks.
Steve was getting slightly irritated. This mission should have ended by then. They should have already taken the flash drive from Jim and called it a night. That lady was slowing the mission down and that was a problem. Fortunately, he had an idea how to quickly deal with the situation. He downed his drink and straightened his tie, then stood up from the bar and headed directly towards the girl. Truth be told, that idea wasn’t his favorite, but it was the first thing that came to his mind.
‘Excuse me, Miss’ he said when he reached the table where she was waiting for Jim. She looked at him, her golden eyes shining under the artificial lights of the room expectantly, obviously waiting for what he had to say. God, she was beautiful. ‘I was wondering… would you like to dance with me?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I’m waiting for somebody’ now that was new for Steve. The ladies usually would throw themselves at him. He definitely wasn’t prepared for that answer.  He started thinking of what to say next, but he didn’t have much time, because a moment later Jim was back to the table with a drink in his hand.
‘Is everything okay here?’ he asked, his eyes nervously looking at Steve. Jim’s hand slowly slid to his right pocket. Obviously however stupid that might be, the flash drive they were looking for was there.
‘Yes, everything’s great. Would you like to dance?’ the girl asked looking at Jim.
‘Oh, yes’ he nervously answered, putting down the drink he was holding, then took her hand and led her to dance floor, where a few other couples were already moving around under the beat of some slow song. Steve couldn’t do anything, but just watch. The golden eyed girl pressed her body against Jim, she was whispering in his ear, giggling at his responses. She was probably just another stupid girl, looking for a sugar daddy. That was the only logical explanation of her interest in Jim.
They continued to dance for some time with Steve watching them intently.  Eventually they came back to the table. Both of them looked at Steve questionably.
‘Oh, captain Rogers. You are still here.’ Jim said. ‘Is there anything we can do to help you?’
What was happening with him? Of course if he continued to just stand there, it would look suspicious. Come on, Rogers, you are better than that. If he didn’t get his act together, he was going to blow it.
‘Nothing. I was just leaving. Enjoy the evening you two’ Steve smiled and walked away.
He sat back at the bar and continued to casually watch the interaction between Jim and the girl with the golden eyes. They were talking and laughing for good 20 minutes. Then the lady took out a piece of paper from her purse and gave it to Jim. Steve assumed it was her phone number. Then she hugged him and gave him a light peck on the cheek. With that, she turned around and headed for the exit. Steve’s eyes lost her in the crowd a few seconds after.
Jim stood there at the table, smiling at himself. That fool. He finished his drink, straightened his suit and also headed for the exit.
‘Okay, guys ‘Steve said almost cheerfully, speaking to his teammates through the device in his ear. ‘Stay on position. He’s coming.’
He waited a few minutes himself and started making his way through the crowd, going for the door.
‘Uhm… Sir’ he heard one of the agents speak in his ear. ‘He’s got nothing on him.’
‘What?!’ Steve almost yelled. ‘What do you mean nothing? It should be in his right pocket!’
‘It’s empty, Sir’
Where was the flash drive? He could have sworn it was in his pocket. It was visible from the camera footage and from his behavior tonight. It should have been on him unless…
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You walked to the limo waiting on the side of the event center. The driver smiled at you and opened the door for you.
‘Thank you’ you smiled and got in the car.
‘So… do you have it?’ Brock Rumlow asked, looking at you intently.
You raised your hand, holding the flash drive in it and smiled, saying:
‘Hail Hydra!’
Chapter 2:
https://moonlighttfoxx.tumblr.com/post/646685308063219712/chapter-one
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