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smuts-slut · 2 years

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Sunrise ♡

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Allison ( OC )

Rating: All works are 18+

Word count: 985

Summary: Not smut, just Bucky and Allison having a good morning and him admiring her on a good morning. <3

A/N: This is my very first work written on Tumblr and I’ve never posted before. Also, I haven’t written smut in a VERY long time, so, sorry-

NOT PROOF-READ / DO NOT TRANSLATE OR REPOST.

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“Allie?”

His voice always sounded sweet to her as it was a familiar tone that was engraved into her mind. But especially now, when it was the early mornings and their bodies tangled under the sheets. His arm draped over her waist as his sleepy voice called for her response when he pulled his arm back so his hand firmly - yet so gently - held her waist.

Yet in response, he heard a soft and sleepy moan as she came to. It almost sounded like a “nuh-uh” with her mouth closed as if she were too tired to even open her mouth.

“Baby.. come on, let’s get up…”

Bucky tried to convince her to get out of bed with him yet when he heard the sigh through her nose and the same response, he took his answer. He sat up and his hand slipped from her waist, leaving her to miss the warmth of his hand as he got out of bed. Allison groaned in frustration and she slowly got up as well.

The thing about their little apartment that they shared was that when the sun hit the bedroom window just right, it created a beautiful golden haze in the room and it was Bucky’s favorite lighting to see Allison in. Especially now as he admired her bare body, they’d grown accustomed to each other’s bodies for a very long time, and yet every time he saw it, he couldn’t help but study her body as if he already didn’t have it memorized. Engraved into his skull and being.

However, he felt that pang of guilt when his eyes eventually fell upon the war wounds. It hurt his heart and soul, it was something he couldn’t avoid. Especially when he saw the black metal lined with gold past the halfway point of both of her thighs going down to her toes like shiny and expensive tights.

“Darling, you’re staring again.”

Her deep and half-awake voice snapped his from his train of thought and he smiled weakly, “I can’t help that your gorgeous, doll.” he flirted with her and she rolled her eyes in some playful annoyance, though, genuinely? She hated when he looked at her with pity or guilt.

“Doll,” she parroted back, as it was such an old nickname. The flirty nickname he gave every girl he used to date back when he was, what she called, a manwhore. “I’ll give you a moment to fix that.” she playfully warned him as she had slipped on her silk robe with nothing underneath.

“Fuck..” he swore under his breath and he knew damn well that she knew that drove him crazy; the thought of the only thing separating his eyes from her body was this thin and sexy piece of fabric. But he didn’t get too much time to undress her with his eyes as she whistled at him like she was calling the attention of a dog and she winked at him before leaving the room.

Oh, how she did drive him crazy. He’d never let anyone treat him the way she treated him, even if she playfully treated him like a mindless toy ( and he did the same, ) they both knew that they were each other’s everything, they had the scars to prove that.

After realizing he’d been lost in his thoughts, he put on clothes as well. Just some pajama pants, since he knew that seeing his bare chest and muscles made her go feral. As he walked out of the room to find his love, he found her in the kitchen and how she prepared some nice hot coffee for them.

Two mugs were set out as she poured it with the steam rising and he came up right behind her to place his hands on her hips and slid it up to her waist as she sighed softly in comfort at his hands being attached to her. His bare chest pressed right against her back and his chin rested on her shoulder as he watched her gentle hands work and the smell of coffee spilling into his sense. The sun hit her ring just right so it sparkled and made him squint a bit as the brightness, causing Bucky to pull his face back slightly and plant a firm kiss against her exposed neck and held it for a few moments before pulling away.

“Tell you what,” Allison started as she turned around to face him, “Our coffee is a bit hot, so why don’t we let it… cool off.” she practically purred and he instantly picked up on what she insinuated as she tilted her head down slightly and looked up at him and his eyes traveled again.

Down her collarbone and between her breasts a chain and two dog tags sat against her sternum. But she couldn’t help but admire him as well, her hands touching his chest and feeling every muscle and scar on him as her hands slowly and lightly traced down to the waistband of his pants, the elastic hugging his hips perfectly and making her sigh at the want of him. His hands untied the robe’s belt and slowly opened it so he saw her body he’d just been staring at earlier.

He lightly kissed her lips and held the front of her throat gently, as a symbol that she only belong to him. God, the little possessive actions made her body feel hotter, or was it the room? They both let out a little hum into the kiss before he pulled away and from the look that she gave him from under her eyelashes, he knew they weren’t going anywhere that day. He felt the need to make a playful and suggestive comment as his hands explored her body, the icy cold one making her shiver.

“I think our coffee may be a little cold by the time we get to it..”

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#fluff #smut #fanfic #marvel #mcu #buckybarnes #oc #originalcharacter #bucky #buckyxoc #buckybarnesxoc #writing #fluffwriting #oneshot #<3 #please don't let this flop #minors do not interact #18+#i'm not used to tags

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sammles · 5 years

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Check out my fanfiction

This is a Bucky x OC fanfiction. I know, I know, I love Peter Parker very much, look at my blog, but I just loved my plot idea for the story, and so I went with it. It is about a girl named Camille Clemonte who helps Bucky well also (quite literally) facing against her inner demons that haunt her from her past.

So please check it out! Love you guys

-Trinity

https://www.wattpad.com/721001852-the-thirteenth-ichor-bucky-barnes-~epigraph~

#wattpad #thethirteenthichor #buckybarnesxoc #fanfiction #bucky barnes #winter soldier #oc

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gloves94 · 6 years

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NOSTROVIA |3| BUCKY BARNES

Warnings: None Pairings: Bucky Barnes x OFC Summary: A lost prophecy. A missing person’s case. A battle to dominate humanity. Only one person holds the key to the domination of our modern world. Problem is- she can’t remember where this key is…

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

[1] * [2] * [HERE] * [?]

She could hear the murmuring of voices. Her head felt like an anvil. It weighted and throbbed in the back as if having been hit by a terribly heavy object. The voices continued. They reached into her consciousness. 'Wait. Voices..?' She thought. After all, she lived alone. Her mismatched eyes shot wide opened. They stung due to the bright lights in the room and all the smog that had gone into them. She winced due to her unaccustomed vision, she pulled on her arm but found unable to do so. Her head hurt. She felt as if a piano had fallen on her. Her legs ached. Both of her arms had been tied down to the sides of what appeared to be a hospital bed. There was an IV fluid attached to her arm. Her feet were also tied down. She struggled against the bindings. She gritted her teeth in rage as she let out a monstrous scream.

'Hide. Never let them get you,’ Her father had once said to her. Several woman approached her as she rattled the bindings that kept her restrained and bind to a hospital mattress. One of the nurses pushed her chest back into the bed. The other injected a strange substance into the IV fluid. It was then that the Sage realized that there were other individuals in the room who spoke quietly to themselves. "Rowdy one, isn't she?" Steve Rogers said with his arms crossed over his wide chest. There was a hint of fear at the rage the woman held. Barnes sat by the window in the corner of the room. His cold eyes looked at the enraged woman with contempt. He noted the way her choppy brown hair tossed around her face and the frustration that her mismatching colored eyes held. "Uspokój się," Natasha suddenly stepped forward. She spoke in the little Polish she knew to ask the woman to calm down. It was now obvious that this individual did not speak English. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" the woman spoke back in Polish. Her voice had come back to her. It felt odd to speak. Especially to others. "Speak Russian?" Natasha asked again in Polish. The woman eyed her carefully. How long had it been since she had last seen another woman? Had it been four years? She couldn't narrow it down. She wondered if all American women were as beautiful as the one before her. "Yes." Responded the Sage in Russian. "We know you're the Sage" Natasha began. "I don't know anything about that," she denied looking away, a frown clear on her dirty face. "You're safe." The Black Widow continued. She did the best to conjure up a sincere expression. Maria Hill and Steve simply observed not knowing what the two women were discussing. Bucky looked away, yet his ears didn't fail him. "What do you want?" spat out the Polish woman. "Your name," Natasha demanded as she held a tablet close to her chest. "Barbara Bohm," she simply retorted quietly. Natasha quickly typed in the words on the tablet in her hands. The tablet was connected to SHIELD's entire database. A couple of moments later the screen let out some jingles. There were no results. The edge of her lips upturned at the perplexed expression on the red-headed woman's face. "You cleaned up nicely before going into hiding…" Natasha noted. "I learned from the best," she responded in a more relaxed tone. The fond memory of her father brought some comfort to her. "Hide. Don't let them find you. And if worse comes to happen. Hide your death."Those had been his last words to her. "Natasha Romanoff," the Black Widow introduced herself. Her tone was friendly despite her serious expression. "SHIELD has a proposition for you Ms. Bohm. You will remain under our custody for the time being and no harm will come to you. Later we will discuss the location of the artifact." "If the only reason I'm being held against my will is because of said artifact. You're wasting your time. It doesn't exist." The Sage responded, both of her eyebrows furrowed. "What are they saying?" Steve whispered to Bucky who simply rolled his eyes away from the scene and pretended to be more interested in New York's skyline. "Is that why you were in hiding?" Natasha retorted. Barbara's jaw tightened. She was silent for a moment. "How do I know I can trust you?" She asked. "That's for you to decide," Natasha said something in English to the nurses that stood next to the Polish woman's bed. With that, she turned to the men, explained the situation and left. The nurses slowly removed the IV from The Sage's arm. They then released her bindings and allowed the woman to sit up. The woman rubbed her tender wrists in her hands. She brought her knees close to her body. She was still wearing her military pants and her button up white cotton blouse, one which had once been white but now wore a yellow tint. The two men in the room watched her carefully as she stepped off the bed and approached them. She eyed them both of them slowly before making a run for it. However, Steve wrapped his arms around her before her fingers could even graze the doorknob. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Frustrated she huffed. Her chest rising in aggression. "Alright," Steve said. "If I let you down, you're going to have to promise you won't run away." Not understanding the language she struggled against his grip. "Don't fight him," Bucky suddenly spoke in Russian. His eyes didn't meet hers. She looked at the man who had just spoken and the wide window before him. How odd was it that the mysterious man with the metal arm understood fluent Russian? She couldn't help but be captivated by the astonishing view of the city. The skyscrapers reached the heavens and gleamed in contrast with the sunlight. Her breath caught, she stopped struggling. She was released from his mighty grip and allowed on her feet. "Steve Rogers," Steve said as clearly as he could as he signaled to himself with one palm pressed to his chest. She blinked twice and focused her attention on him The man was handsome. His hair was golden, his features were Aryan. He was terribly handsome and his eyes were a rare blue that held kindness to them. His built reminded her of a bull, he was a gigantic man! Steve turned to introduce his best friend. "Bucky." He said signaling to the man who sat in the corner simply gazing out the window, paying them no mind. It was a primitive method of communication, but it worked. Barbara observed that the other man appeared distant. His lifeless eyes simply gazed out into the light as he propped his chin upon his hand. His dark hair reached to his shoulders. She didn't pay him much mind besides noting his massive steel arm. It was then that she remembered he must've been the one to capture her. She could still feel the burning of the steel against her torso. "Basia," she introduced herself with an unsure look in her eyes. She still eyed both them warily. Steve nodded the odd way her name of preference was pronounced (Ba-shia) he repeated to himself in his head. Their clothes were so odd. So was their way of speaking. She had never encountered any Americans but they sure were odd. Steve was unsure of what else to say to her. "I sure hope you're not Nazi in disguise," the woman said more to herself in Russian with a slight hint of humor. "Nazi?" Bucky questioned. She blinked twice confused by his response. Steve looked at him just as perplexed. "The war isn't over yet," Basia shook her head shrugging and continued speaking in the Slav tongue. Bucky stood up and approached the woman. "What is it?" Steve asked. Bucky didn’t' remove his eyes from the woman's confused expression. "This woman thinks World War 2 hasn't ended," he said breathlessly. "The war ended almost seventy years ago," he responded. "что?" She responded slowly in disbelief. Her eyes shot wide open, mouth agape. "W-What year is it?" Steve understood what was happening. Without a second thought, he reached for a newspaper that was in a trashcan nearby. He offered the paper to her. The bold numbers starred back at her. She felt light headed. It had to be some sort of trickery. Cold sweat beads rolled down her temple. There was no way. There was no way that she sat in a haystack in a cave for seventy long-damn years. It wasn't possible. It was the only thought running through her mind. Seventy long years. Seventy long years. Seventy long years. Her breathing hitched. There was no way. She hadn't aged. Why wasn't she dead? Why hadn't she aged? She looked down at her hands, it had been years since she had seen her reflection. However, her hands wouldn't lie. They remained youthful and spotless, just as ageless as they had always been. "Buck, I have a feeling that she-" Steve began as he observed the woman's dazed look. "She's going into shock," Bucky stated. Just as he finished speaking her eyes rolled back and her body went limp. Bucky's arm moved in time to catch the collapsing woman. She remained limp in his arm with her head lolling to the side over his shoulder. Bucky was about to hand the Sage to his friend but before he could- "Nurse!" Steve was already out of the room and on the search for help. Bucky carried her to the medical bed with ease. He touched her face and her skin was clammy and cold. He laid her and put several pillows under her legs in order to get the blood flowing back to the brain. She mumbled Polish words and slightly stirred as she did. She mumbled something in incoherent Russian. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he leaned in closer to listen carefully. Her mismatched eyes slightly opened and met his with a blank stare. One of her eyes was an intriguing color, it was the blue of the ocean meeting an infinite sky. The other was hazel green, the colors of soil, nature and flourishing life. Her mind was racing. As she lay in a state of shock. Unsure if the grim were to greet here she thought of all of the advice her father had ever given her.

Snapping back to reality he listened. "Stranger." She breathed in Russian."Burn my body."

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bucky-blogs · 5 years

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heeeyyyy

I might start writing soon! I’m doing a bucky fic draft right now and it should be up and about soon! I’m writing it with my friend so bare with us. Hope you guys will enjoy it!

#marvel #bucky #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvelfics #buckybarnesxoc #bucky barnes imagine #tony stark #captain america #steve rogers #black widow #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #hawkeye #clint barton #thor odinson #bucky barnes fanfic #winter soldier

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 5 years

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The Girl With The Iron Veins

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Q34Lvz

by Kaiimira

" Soldatskiy mal'chik " "...Iron-Veins"

Fired from the Directorate of Operations for being a mutant, Ayisha becomes homeless in the crime-ridden town of Brooklyn. Using her powers and skills in stealth to help the people of Brooklyn in her own little way and often using them for a few bad deeds too.

When billionaire Tony Stark approaches her and pulls her off the streets and drags her into the Avengers where she meets the Avengers, she seems to get along with all of them well; except the man with the metal arm, Bucky Barnes. Despite the similarities they share - along with a unidentifiable pursposed spark; their conflict causes issues that affect the teams actions negatively.

Unsure of what is making them clash, the two word hard to get along for the sake of their team.Oblivious to the fact that they get along when they don't try to - whilst also secondarily oblivious to their true feelings for one another.

Words: 2, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Winter Soldier (Comics), Stan Lee - Fandom, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peter Parker, Nick Fury, Helmut Zemo, Mstislav Zemo, Miss Agatha Bellini, AyishaLucaciKuznetsov, Valeriya Kuznetsov, Andrei Lucaci, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wade Wilson, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

Relationships: BuckyBarnesXOC, BuckyBarnes/AyishaLucaci-Kuznetsov, buckybarnes/oc, BuckyBarnes/FemaleOC, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, tony Stark/ Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: AvengersFanfiction, BuckyBarnes - Freeform, Kaiimira, Fanfiction, captainamerica - Freeform, Iron Man - Freeform, stan lee - Freeform, Stan Lee Cameo, Deadpool being Deadpool, TheWinterSolider, blackwidow, Hulk - Freeform, Spider-Man - Freeform, Falcon(Avengers), James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Tony Stark Has A Heart, steve rogers - Freeform, Marvel - Freeform, James Barnes - Freeform, winter solider - Freeform, jamesbuchananbarnes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Q34Lvz

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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ao3feed-scarletvision · 5 years

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The Girl With The Iron Veins

by Kaiimira

" Soldatskiy mal'chik " "...Iron-Veins"

Words: 2, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Winter Soldier (Comics), Stan Lee - Fandom, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Relationships: BuckyBarnesXOC, BuckyBarnes/AyishaLucaci-Kuznetsov, buckybarnes/oc, BuckyBarnes/FemaleOC, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, tony Stark/ Steve Rogers

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#scarlet vision #scarletvision #the vision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #IFTTT

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afangirlsmuse · 8 years

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Another piece I did for @editableunderpants a while back. Bucky Barnes and her OC Emmalyn. Better picture to come.

#Bucky Barnes #winter soldier #marvel #marvelocs #Buckybarnesxoc #Jess's fanart

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cherryisnotmynamee · 9 years

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The Time Jumper - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

- I don’t care who the fuck took the bloody ball! – I snapped as I threw the bat to the ground and sat there. I didn’t like sports, and baseball was my ultimate least favorite sport in the whole world. – I hit the ball, it goes flying, that’s it, and I won.

- No you didn’t, he did catch the ball, Lana. – Steve was next to me, being protected by a fence, and he was looking at how Bucky was celebrating winning me. – If you had actually listened to me, you would have won.

- Shut up, Steve. – I watched as my enemy approached me doing a victory dance, while I sat in the wet floor, with my long white skirt and a black shirt. I raised an eyebrow and saw how Bucky sat down beside me, that fucking little smirk of his plastered on his stupid face. – This is not fair, and I will not take the stupid bet.

- Are you a chicken? – He smiled, oh his revenge was coming.

- I am not a chicken, I’m a cute girl. – I smiled with my typical red lips and showed him my tongue. – Besides, isn’t that the girl you were talking yesterday? – The girl was watching us from another part of the park, sitting in a bank and talking with a lady friend, surely, they were talking about the infamous trio. The skeleton, the hit-on dude and me, the weird and cute girl that always goes with them.

- Oh, yes, she is. – Steve passed the fence and sat next to me, looking at the two girls.

- You should go and ask her out. – Steve looked at him with a glare, and I smiled at the girl, waving at her and making her blush and look away from us. – Come on.

- I’m not going to ask her out, because I don’t like her. – He laid on the floor and pinched my tight. – You know that I’m into you. – I looked at him seductively and laid down with him, putting a hand in his chest and leaning to his lips, closing my eyes.

Yeah, I usually messed with him doing it, because he would follow me, and when we would be so close that I could feel his breathing, I would lick his cheek and laugh my ass off while he told me how funny it was to give hope to a lover, Steve also laughed, but today when he laughed, he started coughing, making me and Bucky snap out of our teasing and look at him.

- Are you okay, bud? – Bucky patted Steve’s back, but he started coughing blood. We both looked down at the blood and started worrying.

Steve was always sick, he always was in bed, and the few times Bucky and I came to see him on his house, he had that face that you’d say that he could die in every moment. His mom, Sarah, one of the sweetest person that I have ever known, was working in a factory and also took in laundry to maintain both herself and her son. And she always had this bright smile on her face that made me grin like a bloody idiot.

But there you had us, Bucky and me, looking at each other without knowing what to do, if move Steve quickly or leave him be for a moment.

- Steve? - I put my hand on his cheek to raise his head, and with my free hand, I cleaned the blood dripping from his mouth. – Were you really recovered when you decided to come here? – He shook his head and I sighed. – We have to get you home, right now. – I stood up from the ground and helped him up, with Bucky behind him, with his worried expression on his face.

The way to Steve’s house was filled with silence, only with Steve coughing and dripping more blood, he was starting to scare me. What if I was changing history with just this hang out? What if Steve dies and Captain America never existed? I started to feel really nervous and looking frantically for someone to take me to my era and kill me. I couldn’t let Steve die. No way.

We went upstairs and Bucky opened the door for Steve and me, with his mom looking at him worried.

- What happened? – Sarah, coming up to us from the sofa took her son’s face with her fine hands, looking at him in the eye.

- I’m fine, mother. – Steve tried to smile and took Steve away from me.

- Thank you for bringing him here, but now I need to call a doctor. – Sarah exchanged a worried look with me and I thought I was going to start crying. If I was responsible for Steve’s death, I was going to kill myself before they came jumping off some bridge.

And you would say that I was being overdramatic, and that I just wanted to be his friend just for the money and the photos for an exposition. But no. In less than six months of knowing Bucky and Steve, I was so bond with them that sometimes I wanted to time travel to the day Steve disappears and take him to the future. And the same with Bucky, I could never see them in a moment without each other. I simply couldn’t. And I knew Bucky had to be without Steve when he disappeared.

- Goddammit Steve. – Bucky whispered, going downstairs to the alley where Steve’s mom had her clothes being dried. He looked at the trash can and kicked it, scaring me. – He’s… he’s… - He sat down by the trash can and I came near him, bending next to him and holding his hands.

- Bucky, it’s going to be fine. – I tried to smile, but I was frightened as hell. – How many times has he been like this? A hundred? Thousands? – He looked at me and nodded, and I tried to be brave on the outside, but if you saw my insides, I was burning with fear and regret.

- You’re right, the little twit will get out of this one. – He smiled and I stood up, feeling like I had to tell those two about my special gift. – Come on, I’ll get you home. – He took my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. If I had been on my full sassy powers, I would have snapped and hit him, but I was as nervous as a little kid the first time he goes in a roller coaster.

What should I do? Confess? Tell them that I am a time jumper and just let them hate me because I’m not like them? I couldn’t bring myself to think about going back to my era. Without them. They were funny, loyal, and they didn’t care about how did I look (Bucky did, a little) or how did I talk. They were slowly becoming my best friends, not for the photos, that I decided to not expose to the public.

I opened my building’s door and looked back at Bucky, who was silent. He wasn’t looking me in the eyes, and he was clearly worried.

- I’m going back to Steve’s house. – He said, but in a quiet tone, biting his lips and looking up to me. – If you need anything, I will be there, maybe I’ll sleep there.

- Will you be okay? – He nodded and I took out my pinky finger. – Promise? – I surely looked like a wounded puppy, and he smiled and moved closer to me, his forehead leaning with mine. I was between the wall and him, but he didn’t made any move, he just looked at my eyes and sighed, taking my pinky finger with his pinky finger.

- Promise. – He kissed my forehead and started walking back to Steve’s house, leaving me and my bad thoughts. I sighed and started going upstairs to my apartment, and every step I took, I blushed a little more.

Fucking James Barnes and his cute fucking face.

But when I arrived at my door, it hit me again, Steve could die easily. And I would change history by a dumb fucking decision. He lied so he could come with us to the park, he lied to see how we played baseball because of a stupid bet. How could I have been so dumb?

I needed to tell them.

Or the regret feeling would kill me.

_-_

And there I was, next morning, with the camera and my usual makeup, red lips and winged eyeliner. That day I decided to wear a pink tight dress and black saloon heels, along with a black long jacket because of the approaching winter.

- Lana. – Sarah opened the door and smiled warmly, and there I was, grinning like an idiot. – Steve’s much better, he just needed some medicines and some sleep. Which had little because of that friend of his. – I chuckled and she let me into the little apartment with two dorms, smelling the scent of home-made food. – I have to go now to the factory, would you please take a look at the food? It’s a soup for the boys, they’re still sleeping.

- Yes, ma’am. – I smiled and she waved me goodbye, but she coughed too, the same sound as Steve, which worried me and looked back at the woman, who was walking down the stairs. – Oh boy, I’m going to have so much fun.

I stood in the kitchen with the boiling pot, smelling the chicken and the vegetables. Fuck, I loved the way Steve’s mom cooked, even the slightest smell was made for gods. I supposed that was because of the groceries, not like the groceries we had in my era, you couldn’t compare a 1934s burger with a 2010s burger. No way.

- Smells delicious, Ms. Rogers. – The voice came from behind me, and I took my eyes off the soup, finding Bucky looking at me, confused. – When did you actually became Ms. Rogers?

- When I married Steve. – I joked, making him laugh, I inspected him, he was wearing a white and green stripped pajama that was a little bit big for him. – You look cute in your pajamas.

- Oh, you look cute in everything, dear. – He approached me and kissed my cheek. He was such a flirt and I was so stubborn, damn, maybe I had a little crush on him, but it was nothing.

- Don’t dear me, you twit. – I smiled and put out the fire, watching the soup as it stopped boiling, just so I could strain it. – How did Steve pass the night?

- He had trouble with breathing, but the doctor said it was just a cold, he will be fine in no-time. – I nodded and started straining the soup, with his confused look. – What are you doing? – I raised an eyebrow and looked at the food.

- Straining it. Do you want every little piece of meat and vegetables into your soup? – He nodded, looking like I just had sinned.

- It’s the best part! – He took the colander from my hand and threw every strained liquid back to the pot with his stupid angry face, making me laugh. – How could you do that, woman?

- I have my manias, and the soup is like… the first of them. – He chuckled and I hugged him from behind while he served a plate for Steve. – Don’t be angry with me, you silly twat.

Well, if someone that never met us saw us again would say oh, what a beautiful couple of lovebirds, but that was not us, he was the kind-of ladies’ man, and I knew that if I fell for him my heart would be broken, and I was the you-can’t-get-married-because-of-the-Organization kind of girl, so if he fell for me, I would probably break his heart. A match made in hell.

- I’ll not be angry if you kiss me. – I looked up with my really? face, the one I gave him every time he suggested me to kiss him. – Then I’ll not be angry.

- Shut up, stupid. – I let go of him and started walking towards Steve’s room, the one I just saw a couple of times when he was sick and Bucky though it was a good idea for him to see me. I opened the door and saw his bed and a little mattress besides it. Then I saw Steve smiling from his bed. – Morning, sweetie. – I smiled when I approached him, hugging him from my actual height.

- Morning, Lana. – He was a little bit hoarse, but I could heard him perfectly. – Please, tell me you are not going to take a photo of me in this state. – I looked down to my camera and remembered the purpose of my visit. My confession.

- I need to tell you two something really important, but first, you are going to eat something and take your medicine. – He seemed worried, but I got out fast enough so he couldn’t have the time to make any question.

I looked at them talking and joking while they ate their soup, I was mute, in a chair near the window, thinking of how I could just spat the truth without sound way too dreamy or stupid.

- Guys. – I spat, looking by the window. – Have you ever wondered why do I talk weird, or why do I don’t behave like the normal girls?

- Nah, we know you’re just a weirdo. – Bucky laughed along with the laugh and cough coming from Steve. – Watch out, kid. – I heard the sound of some pats on a back.

- No, guys. – I looked at them with a serious glare. – You know I’m not the same, and all that money, isn’t it weird? A lonely girl with so much money… - They looked at each other confused. – The camera is in color, guys, come on!

- What do you mean? – Steve started to look down for a moment, at his soup.

- Guys, I’m a Time Jumper. – I spat, looking at their reactions, but nothing came out of their faces, and they were trying to figure if it was a joke or if I could travel in time.

- Like in the tales? – Bucky looked at me and I nodded.

The Time Jumpers were a myth, supernatural beings that could jump in time, they were normally used by the history writers to explain some historical happenings, but no one knew that it was, in fact, real. It looked so impossible that no one actually believed it. Like my expositions.

- If you can travel in time, Lana, if that’s your real name, you should bring us something from the future! – Bucky exclaimed, smiling. – Maybe food. Food will be great.

- And maybe a book. – I looked at them in disbelief, I just fucking confessed that I was a supernatural being and they just wanted fucking food and a bloody book.

- God fucking dammit, boys, you’re fucked up. – I opened the window and walked backwards, taking some space for the run. – If you say my name the period of time I’m not here or report me missing, I will fucking cut your throats. - They both nodded, waiting for me to fall or something.

But I had to demonstrate my powers to them. So I closed my eyes and thought about the Dominoes from under my house’s bathroom and started running, jumping out the window and hearing a last Lana! Coming from Bucky and Steve.

The Dominoes wasn’t busy, there was just one employee and nothing had actually changed, so I ordered a Margarita pizza and got to my house in that pink dress.

I opened the door and started walking to my bedroom, taking some books with me, at least I took about forty books just for me to read and one for Steve, a manual of how to draw for dummies. I laughed and went to the kitchen, eating an orange juice Popsicle. God, I missed them.

And 10 seconds later I was back in the 1934, knocking at the door and hearing the confused screams coming from Bucky and Steve, along with some hurried steps towards the door. And when it flew open, Bucky almost thrown himself at me, hugging me. Okay, I shouldn’t have jumped out the window, but that was the only thing I could just do to time jump.

- What did you just do? – He said into my neck, hugging me tightly while I tried to not let the pizza fall to the ground. – Why did you jumped out the window? – He took my cheeks and looked me in the eyes.

- I time jumped. – I said simply, taking out the food ticket from my pocket and showing him inly the year when I was attended 2010.

- You… jumped out of a window for food? – He dragged me to the apartment and closed the door. – You’re crazy!

- Are you ignoring the fact I’m from another era? Or are you thinking this is all a trick? – He was confused. No one ever believed me when I told them that I was a time jumper, neither did Gerard, the soldier.

- I-I’m not ignoring it, you…you are… - He looked at me and frowned. – Do you even look like this or it’s a façade?

- Bucky, I am normal, except for the gift and everything, it’s not… - I stopped, it was a big deal. – A big deal.

- No it’s not, but I have a friend that is actually cute and can time travel, my life is like a darn film! – He even sounded happy. And I heard Steve laughing from his bedroom. I decided to ignore the happy dude that was laughing like an idiot in the living room and entered the little bedroom, giving Steve his book.

- My mom gave me this book when I was like ten years old, she bought it when this kind of manual was on trend, and I know you love to draw. – He smiled and Bucky entered the room when I left the pizza on his bed, opening it. – And this is a pizza from some restaurant near my house. You will love it.

Sometimes life gives us people that we know are genuinely special, and I figured it out when I saw my two friends eating a slice of pizza and looking through my book collection or asking questions about the future that I couldn’t respond because of the rules, they just accepted it and kept eating and smiling, fully accepting me.

And then I started thinking about living in this era for more than some years. I wanted to stay here forever, with my two friends.

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The Time Jumper - Chapter 3

It took me a month and two dates, but I found him.

Oh, don’t mind the dates, they were just for entertain myself at night and discover Brooklyn.

I was walking down the street on the month after my arrival, carrying some groceries that I had to buy because I was trying new recipes.

Well, life in Brooklyn wasn’t easy, at least if you’re alone and no one really laid eyes on me, except those dudes, they would be boring and stereotypical at the end, but hey, some were funny and they actually left me thinking if they would die at the war coming in about six years.

Getting back to the story, I was walking down the street when the magic happened, and I was going to lose the opportunity, oh thank God I’m a good person.

So I was walking back home and I heard this call for help coming from an alleyway, I stop dead in my tracks, thinking about what should I do, if walk back home or help. But my stupid sense of good girl just called me into action.

I started walking to the dead end, when I saw a boney blond guy being beaten up by some gigantic dude. And my exact reaction was leaving my groceries in the floor and approach the giant dude.

- This will show you how to not look at my girl again. – The guy raised a hand but paused as I touched his shoulder, making him look at me from up his shoulders. – What do you want, doll face?

- Can you please leave my brother alone? – I raised an eyebrow and winked at the boy, who was bleeding. I took his big arm and pushed him away from the blond with all the strength I had, throwing him at the wall and making him fall, causing some blood dripping from his nose and a huffed sound coming from his surprise – You dumb-fucking monkey. You should have known better. – I threw him a kick on the stomach and leaning to him, raising him by his hair, he was trying to not look at the proximity and menace of my well-practiced glare – Next time I see you fighting this guy, I will not hesitate. – And then, I threw him to the floor, looking at how he bled by his nose. – Come on, let’s go.

The blond guy followed me to the main street, pausing to get my groceries back. Noticing how my thigh black skirt was broken because of the kick and the movement. But I didn’t really care about it. But he just looked like he was going to cry.

- Hey, it’s fine, now let’s get you cleaned up, huh? - I smiled, trying to not be a fucking creep and guided him to my apartment, looking for the door. Which I had lost in the immensity of Brooklyn (irony). I saw the white door and the building owner and smiled, finally finding the house.

Yes, I was slightly disoriented, I hadn’t been that much time there, and you can’t judge me.

- It’s that one, you just try to not bleed that much. – He laughed and I smiled, but come on, his lips were bleeding and so did his nose, and I think he got some blood on his hair.

I waved to my renter and started going upstairs, listening carefully how Steve breathed, I think he also had Asthma. I took out my key and opened my apartment’s door, revealing it to Steve, who looked at it in awe. It wasn’t that much, but maybe it was probably better than what the people would have right in place.

I motioned to Steve to sit on one of my chairs and took the first-aid kit courtesy of my mom, with actual modern pills and medicine. I didn’t know what they could do to Steve, he looked like a child.

- Thank you. – He whispered, trying to smile. – I thought I just could use it when my friend helped me. But thank you.

- You’re welcome. – I took out some bandages and cut them, soaking them with alcohol. – I’m Lana Platea, and you are…

- Steve Rogers. – He flinched when I started to cure him and instantly smiled, he was like a little bunny-man-child. – Do you live here by yourself, ma’am?

- Oh, don’t you dare ma’am me, sir. – He laughed. – I’m all by myself, no parents, no friends, I’m a solitary soul. – He laughed again but flinched when I started with his right eyebrow.

- You don’t look more than sixteen years old. – Great, now I was younger.

- Steve, it’s 1934, we have been liberated, come on, don’t be an old soul. – I throw the bandages and gave him a wet cloth, so he could take out the blood on his nose. – Also, I’m eighteen. I’m a strong, independent woman who needs no man. – I looked at him smiling and leaned on my chair.

- I see. – He smiled at me and then we both fell in silence. – I know this sounds stupid, but I want to pay you for your help.

- Nah, I’m a good person, I had to help you. – But then I opened my mouth widely and screamed like a pterodactyl, scaring him. – Oh god, stay here. Wait a moment and don’t you dare moving. – I stood up from my chair and started running to my bedroom, opening the door of my cabinet and taking out my camera.

The first impression of Steve Rogers, this was going to be awesome.

- Look, I’m a photographer, and I’m looking for things and people to photograph, so if you could please put on your best face, it could be great. – I hanged my camera on my neck and focused on him, he was looking directly at the objective, confused. – Smile! – He smiled with the wet cloth on his nose and I took the photo, flashing him.

- What kind of camera is this? – I left it on the table and opened the previous view folder, showing him his photo. – And why is it in color?

- It’s a new model, it’s cool, isn’t it? – I lied, but if some stranger told you that this was a Canon from the 2010, you would never ever believe her. Also, the photo was in an awesome HD, so he could look confused.

- I’m sure it costs big bucks. – He smiled and looked at the camera. – How does it work? – He asked curiously, looking at the device while I played with the strap that announced CANON.

- You just have to hold this button- He hang the camera up on his little neck and smiled at me.

- This one? – He pointed at the capture button and I nodded. – Then, pose. – I smiled and leaned back in the chair, but at the last moment, I took out my tongue, making a silly face. Then the flash hit me and ta-da, the photo was done and Steve was as happy as a kid with a new toy.

- You now know how to use a new camera. – He took the camera from his neck and gave it to me, he clearly was happy. – The more you know! – I smiled at the Tumblr reference, but he clearly was not going to get it.

We passed the evening on the Brooklyn streets, I was new on the block and he tried to show me the best places where take good photos, if I was interested on it. I told him about expositions that I had made in galleries, and I told him about my parents, in a partially lying way, my dad was a soldier in this era, and my mom was a nurse in this era too. And then we sat down by a little lake with ducks and kids playing some weird game.

- Whoa, oh. – A voice came from behind me, honestly scaring me, and I just put on an alert mode. A guy was coming over us, smiling and walking like a twat. – Is Rogers having a date and never told me about this rare dish? – What did he just called me? I raised an eyebrow looking at the brown haired guy and looked back at Steve, who was flushing.

- Hey Bucks. – What? I was so confused at the time, why was he calling him money? – This is the friend I mentioned before, and don’t mind him, he’s always like that with girls. – I partially opened my mouth, looking up to the guy, who was now sitting between us.

- Do you have a name, doll? – He gave me that fucking smirk that every 30s boy had on his face the 90% of the time and I got really pissed off.

- Lana. – I continued to take photos of the ducks and ignored his simply presence.

- Lana? That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. – I frowned and looked back, forcing a smile.

- What about you, darling? – I raised my right eyebrow and smiled with my red lips, painted with the blood of my enemies and some cheap lipstick from the make-up shop in London. – You sure got a name.

- James, but I will make an exception and you can call me Bucky. – I nodded and looked back at Steve.

- Is he always like this? – He nodded and Bucky hit his shoulder.

- You are my friend, you should defend me. – He said over-dramatically, and I laughed. – See? Even she’s laughing at me.

- You should not piss her off. – Steve looked at me and raised his eyebrows. – She knows how to fight, she saved me from that Jameson guy. – I noted some proudness on his voice and smiled back at him, but instantly looking back at my camera.

- Did you take another fight? Now I understand those marks. – He was clearly worried about his friends, and then I understood the books that I read, he was that James, Captain America’s best friend. Yes, he was just the same as the books described him. – And don’t get me wrong, but how did you take him? You’re so tiny. – I looked back again with a raised eyebrow.

- You don’t want me to take you on a fight, you would end up crying and asking for mercy. – I winked at him and he just entered my game.

- Maybe I want. – Oh god, he did enter it running. – But I will not hit a girl, nuh-uh.

- Are you a chicken? – I opened my eyes at the statement that Steve had just made, making me laugh. He knew what I was trying to do, he knew.

- I’m no chicken. – He looked at me and smiled flirty. – But I already said no. Maybe another time.

I smiled to myself with the camera while the two friends started arguing and bitching about the other, oh dear, I had to have a lot of patience with these two if I wanted them to survive.

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The Time Jumper - Chapter 2

I opened my University’s History Library door and smiled to the secretary behind the desk at the hall, while I took my identification to enter the book zone.

Ah, yeah, I haven’t mentioned that I studied History, as my brother, but I was just on my first year, so nothing serious.

I started walking to the American History zone, ready to take several information about my future friend Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America. I walked until I found the C letter and started looking for something that mentioned that guy on its cover. I needed to know where to find him and how to become his friend, it would be easy, if the internet was right, he was small and no girl would approach him. So my way to him was easy.

I took some books and started reading them, he was a scrawny kid from Brooklyn, orphan at the age of 20, so he was all alone, except for this friend of his, James. Whoa, he really needed more friends.

I wrote some of the information I needed to know and took some books about the 30s and 40s fashion, just to know what I should wear (and what I shouldn’t wear). So I decided that before my jump, I would go shopping.

_-_

And there I was, saying goodbye to my parents, not saying my new objective, just Lacey and Jonah knew where I was going, I just told them that I was going to 1933 and that if they wanted something, they just had to locate me on the 30s Brooklyn.

- Darling, we have to remember you the rules. –My mom said, smiling and holding my hand, at the same time that my dad was opening the window with the help of my brother. – It’s protocol. You start.

- Okay. – Fucking rules. – Rule 1, avoid your ancestors. Rule 2, don’t talk about the future. Rule 3, keep yourself anonymous. Rule 4, don’t try to change history. Rule 5, don’t get married nor have children on the era where you are travelling. Rule 6, protect yourself at whatever cost. Rule 7, only the time jumper can jump in time, not another person. – I stopped and my mom kissed my cheek, saying good luck.

I looked at the now open window and thought about an empty building in Brooklyn, near Steve Rogers, a good empty flat and near a clothes shop. I closed my eyes as I started to notice how the things around me started changing, the smell, the sound, I opened my eyes again and started running to the window with the bag I filled with money and my camera, jumping and seeing the white light that every time I time jumped was ahead of me.

I opened my eyes.

Everything turned silent, I was in the middle of an apartment, and it had no furniture, but I could see the potential on this flat. I wandered a little looking at its big windows, walls with white and grey colors and black wood doors, and watching by the window, looking for that boney kid.

The apartment had a room and a bathroom, along with the little kitchen and an open space that I could use as a hall. I started to listen to someone walking to the outside door, and my actual reaction was to stay quiet in the middle of the kitchen. Also, I froze in place. God fucking dammit, Lana.

- Who’s there?- A man’s voice echoed in the hall, and I just looked at him like a lost puppy, with my new clothes, inspired in the 30s, a white shirt with black stripes and a black skirt that started on my waist and went down by my knees, being held by a white belt. My hair was wild because of the actual running and time jumping thing, and I had some pin-up make-up that I saw in a YouTube tutorial. The man, who looked like he was in his fifties, was now looking at me with a bat in his hands, and I just raised an eyebrow.

- Oh, sorry, it’s just me. – I smiled as I walked to him. – I saw that the door was unlocked, and by the looks of the apartment, I think you are renting it. – I smiled with my red lipstick and the man was just enchanted by it.

- Yes, I’m actually renting it. – He smirked and raised an eyebrow, while leaving the bat leaning in the wall. –But I’m not renting it to a single woman, where’s your father?

- I’m an orphan, I just got out of the orphanage. – I tried to look sad and approached him, moving my hips. – But you know the best about it? My parents left me a big heritance. May I pay you with it? Right here, right now.

- Listen, doll, I can’t trust you, you are too young for living by yourself. – I sighed, he was a stubborn old man, dressed with a loosen shirt and brown pants. I moved towards my old bag and taking out some dollars.

- How much would the rent be? Per month? –I ignored the bad looks he was giving me when I took my bag, so I started being persistent. – If I’m going to start a new life here, I don’t care how much it costs. It’s a nice neighborhood. – I smiled while I heard some insults coming from the streets. Oh God, help me not getting murdered in an alleyway. The man raised an eyebrow and hesitated a moment, being unable to understand me, or at least it looked like it. – Also, I’m very clean and I don’t have many friends who would throw a party here, I’m kind of asocial.

- Look…

- Please, sir, I don’t have another place to go and no one that will look after me, and this apartment seems nice for a girl like me. – I looked at him with my puppy eyes, he was clearly stubborn. He sighed and nodded, making me smile.

- Its 15 dollars per month. – I opened my eyes and hesitated a moment, money would never be a problem, I could get money robbing a bank or something in the modern era and no one would notice, but 15$ was nothing compared to the price of a house in 2010. Come on, 15$ was the price for a drink in a really famous pub! – Punctually, every 1st of every month.

- Can I pay you some months right now? – I took a hundred-dollar bill of the 30s (you don’t know how many 30s banks I had to rob to have some bills of this, you have no idea). The owner opened his eyes and for a moment I swear I saw him tearing up.

- Yes, yes you can, come to my house, right now. – He grabbed my arm enthusiastically and started running downstairs, he almost jumped out of the stairs and almost falls.

The man’s house was just a floor downstairs from mine, and it was poorly decorated, but I remembered the way some Americans were living at the moment, the great crisis and all of that depressing stuff. I signed the contract that the owner made me in less than five minutes while his wife and his teenage daughter looked at me. The wife, a woman rounding the fifties, was smiling wildly and offered me some tea, which I declined politely because I fucking hated tea (I mean, I was British, I had to love tea. But I wasn’t the average Briton).

- And what’s your name, neighbor? – The man asked me, being suddenly really nice.

- My name is Lana, Lana Platea. – I smiled and shook his hand, he was shaking, and I hoped it was because he was happy.

- My name is George Wall, this is my wife Margot, and my daughter Helena. – I smiled at them and looked by the window, it was the early morning, and I had to get some furniture.

- Nice to meet you, but could you please guide me to a furniture shop or something like that? – Well, I really hoped IKEA existed, but for my bad luck, IT DIDN’T.

- Actually, we have the old renter’s furniture upstairs, we can help you take it downstairs to your apartment. – The wife smiled another time at me, but I didn’t think they could help me that much. So I decided the easy way.

- Actually, I will do it myself, I’m pretty strong for a girl. – I bitch-slapped myself for that comment, but I just knew what I had to do. The man struggled his shoulders and gave me two keys, one for my apartment and another one for the attic.

I looked around the attic, yes, there was furniture, and it could be actually used, but I didn’t like it that much. I sighed, closing my eyes and calling for help with my time travelling telepathy, used just in important moments and emergencies.

In a second, I saw my brother next to me, looking at the old furniture, he was wearing a black shirt and grey pants, like the ones the old man was wearing.

- So you need a hand, huh? – I nodded and looked again at the furniture. That was going to be a long day. – Did you found your Captain yet?

- Nope, I was trying to convince the owner. – I took some lamp and started taking it downstairs, trying not to fall. – Now help me, and you can go.

- You should call the owner.

- Jonah, he’s like fifty years old. – I sighed, leaving the lamp on the floor, by my door. I was living in the third floor, while the attic was on the fifth floor. No elevator, yay. – Also, you should work out.

- Ha, so funny, sis. – He smirked and was getting downstairs some chairs and another lamp, while I opened the door and stepped into the apartment. – Whoa, it’s not bad. How much?

- Fifteen a month. I paid a year, almost, so it’s no problem. – I left the four chairs holding the door and the lamps in the same spot. This wasn’t going to get us anywhere.

- Definitely not like in 2010. – He stretched and looked at me. – We are never going to end this. Never.

- I know, right? – I sat in a chair, thinking. – I should get out of here and ask some guy to help me, I’m sexy, and don’t you think some dude would help a damsel in distress?

- Fuck you and your ego. – He said smiling, but he nodded. – I will go, so you can stay here and take down the table and it legs, just wait a minute. – I raised my butt from the chair and took upstairs, where a table with no legs was waiting for me, leaning in the attic door.

And I eventually made it downstairs, sweating like a pig and barely breathing, who would say that it would be so heavy? No one ever alarmed m… Fucking Jonah, he knew that it was heavy like a fucking rock. I was going to kill that funny bastard.

- Sis, I’m bringing the help. – My brother snapped from the first floor, making his scream bounce in every place of the building. – Don’t cry, because I’m coming!

- Fuck you, Jonah. – I snapped back, being not a dame, but an asshole. I took the table legs and took those downstairs, bouncing in every step until I reached my apartment, where four guys were looking at me, my brother between them.

- Oh, my dearest sister, I was just telling those gentlemen how are you single, and how good you cook. – I raised an eyebrow while the men looked at me, every one of them giving me those eyes. YOU KNOW WHICH LOOK THEY WERE GIVING ME, FOR GOD’S SAKE.

- I’m Lana, and he’s Jonah. – I smiled at them and they smiled back at me, and then I froze, unable to process what was happening.

But in little less than an hour everything was downstairs and the guys just gave me their addresses and names, hoping that I would just pass by. God no. I was a busy woman, looking for the future Captain. Oh, Captain, where do you hide?

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