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chapter three: in the blink of a crinkling eye

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

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warnings: language, fatshaming, self deprecation,

word count: 3.4k

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A/N: chapter three finally!! enjoy :) also comment if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Ever since that day, you and Bucky quickly became practically inseparable. Always sitting next to each other in meetings, he’d always come to visit whenever he could, and you’d always be jetted off to missions together.

It only took an hour or two for you to open up, pour all the poison that had slowly been burning away your insides, and the both of you lightening your burdens to each other in the dead of night. The dreams leave you both quite lonely.

You’re busy patching Steve up, just applying ointment to a bruise you’re both sure will disappear before he even leaves the infirmary. He comments on how happy you’ve seemed lately as you talk away about the plans you and Bucky have for the next weekend, discussing your idea to buy him some new clothes more suited to a man in the 21st century. And then Tony Stark walks in the room, wearing his classic thick, black sweater and looking worried as hell.

“Nurse! We need to talk.” He looks directly at you, and you flinch at his raised tone. He clocks on immediately, softening his approach. You lead him into a neighbouring empty room.

“What’s this about Mr Stark?” You remain, ever polite. You clasp your hands in front of you, smiling expectantly. He shoves his hands in his pockets, wondering how to phrase his next words.

“I know you’ve talked to FRIDAY about your spot at dinner…but I was just informed that you asked her to not have your meal sent to your room. Is everything okay? Do you need to speak to someone?” You’re well aware of what he thinks, what he’s insinuating. You’ve been here before, the last time Sharon made a mean comment about you was the last time you set foot in that damned dining room.

You swallow the bitter memory, making way for the sweet words about to leave your mouth. “No, sir. Everything’s alright with me. I asked FRIDAY to not send my meals to my room, because…well, I was thinking of coming to dinner tonight. Bucky talked me into it, and I think I should stop holding onto things that happen so long ago now.” You smile, letting your affection for the super soldier known.

He relaxes, but shoots you a confused look. “Metalbox? Really?”

“Yeah. We’re kind of good friends now.” He nods. “Alright, let me know the second anything changes or if anything is said that makes you uncomfortable. Okay?”

You nod this time, assuring him. He walks you out and lets you return to the infirmary, where Bucky is waiting for you. Your smile brightens by a millions Watts, but Bucky never seems blinded.

“Hey Buck!” You say, taking a standstill right in front of him. You haven’t really discussed how either of you stand on physical contact, but when he wraps you in a warm hug, you don’t fight it. You own arms end up around his middle, turning the embrace into something a lot more intimate, but too lost in each other to care.

The nickname of a nickname has him completely melting into every soft curve of you and never wanting to leave, forever entranced by the lingering scent of your lotion and perfume, the perfectly concocted pheromones only for him.

“Hey, doll. I missed you.” His tone is so soft, your heart can barely take it. What started off as a simple attraction has now fully snowballed into a crush of embarrassing proportions, and the fact that he even wants to be around you to this degree has you completely giddy.

When his words are such sugar, when his touch lingers just half a millisecond longer than it should, you are able to delude yourself he feels the same. You know you’re wrong, you just haven’t been shown such attention since you stopped being naturally amazing at everything as a child. But you dream anyway, of blue seas and black and gold.

“Missed you too. Did you have a busy day sparring?” He nods, keeping an arm around you as you both walk down the long corridors, arms welded like lovers to each other’s backs.

“Yeah, I got to practise giving Steve an ass whooping today to show the trainees how to defeat someone when held at knifepoint.”

“Oh, you have to show me sometime,” you say excited, trying not to show how hot you’re starting to run at the idea of Bucky dismantling someone despite the weapons they may yield. It makes you feel safer, snuggling up to him all that tighter.

And then the doors to your seemingly worse nightmares appear. Simple, made of black glass and sliding open when it recognises the two of you trying to get in.

She’s really not going to eat all of that, is she? The cruel words ring in your head and you swallow hard. “Hey, we don’t have to go if you changed your mind. We can just go to that restaurant I was telling you about on Monday.”

How long will you let your fears consume you? You shake your head. “That’s awfully sweet of you, Buck. Really, but I want to. I have to try, at least. Plus, its not just her and me in there. There’s Steve, and Nat and Wanda’s just come back from her mission, and Thor’s visiting. And you’ll be next to me. Won’t you?” You look up at him bashfully, as if you expect him to say no.

You have no idea how much he wants to kiss you and that pout on your lips. “Yeah, of course I’ll be there, doll. Always.” You grin like you’re surprised, solemnly untangling yourself from his arms as you step inside. Not that you hate the physical contact, but the idea of partaking in such activities in the presence of other people makes you sweat. You’ve never been one to share details about your romantic life, expecting nothing but a dissection and a ridicule once your chest cavity opens. You know these groups of people may not be like that, but the strange pain still ascends up your chest. You feel Bucky’s presence behind you, though, warm hand just centimetres away from yours like a promise of quick reassurance.

The room falls silent, and you notice how you and Bucky are the last two members to enter, and so theres only two open seats — one right next to Sharon and another directly in front of her. You swallow, not knowing which position is worse when Steve warmly beckons you over to sit next to him, the seat directly opposite Sharon.

You smile and accept his offer, watching Bucky as he walks around the table to begrudgingly take a seat in between two people, blue eyes burning like he’d much rather swap with Steve. “Nurse! How nice of you to join us!” Tony beckons from the head of the table, and everyone cheers and welcomes you warmly, Steve patting your back gently. It almost drowns out the scoff.

You stay mainly quiet, keeping to yourself. It’s your first day here, in this dining room, and you’ll take some time to get adjusted. Hopefully a certain someone will keep her mouth shut and you’ll come back tomorrow.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Steve whispers down at you in between courses. “Me too, actually. This isn’t too horrible.” You smile just as the servers set down a plate of your favourite dish — a completely vegan chicken Alfredo and garlic bread — right in front of you, hot and steaming. Your stomach grumbles embarrassingly loudly and you try your best to stay oblivious to it, not noticing how Bucky’s eyes are trained on you, at how cute you look when you’re flustered.

He chuckles and you meet his eye, smiling warmly. You get through the meal without a single hitch, and it seems that someone’s chastised Sharon before you could enter the room. You’re eternally grateful to that person, whoever that is.

During the meal, you get to hear stories of the time when Steve was at “war” with Tony, of childhood incidents from the 1930s, and the way Bucky acts when he’s drunk as shit. Thor’s brought some Asgardian liquor with him, knowing even the finest wine in the Tower’s cellar wouldn’t even get him buzzed.

One by one, people start bidding goodnight, until it’s just Thor, Bucky and you. Steve has to be up at 5 tomorrow, to prepare for a meeting, or so he says.

“And then he calls me a son of a bitch!” Thor explains, loud enough for you to flinch. He and Bucky laugh in uproar, and the sound of it takes you away. You find yourself staring, at his tipped back head and his wide grin, so beautiful all you want to do is climb in his lap and kiss him senseless. You refrain, of course.

“Alright, I think it’s time for bed, Buck. Should we go?” You use your thumb to point behind you, and he nods.

“Yes, I would go anywhere for you, doll. All you have to do is ask.” You roll your eyes, not knowing intoxication also makes him a terrible flirt.

You gently move to him when he wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you tight to him, face buried in your soft stomach. “Mm, can we just stay like this for a while, please?” He flashes you his bright blue puppy dog eyes, and you can’t resist. Shoulders sag as you breathe out a laugh at him. “Just a minute, then we’ll get you back to your room. Okay?” He nods, pressing his gorgeous face against your middle once again, and you can’t help but smile. He’s adorable. You gently run your hands through his hair, completely oblivious to Thor’s hunkering form leaving his seat. "How is it that a woman as perfect as you exists even in the 21st century?" He drunkenly grumbles. "It's genetics, darling." You smile like you've been completely lovestruck, and it's inevitably gotten to your head. "No, doll, I'm being serious. You're so perfect, feels like I was made to complement you. So pretty…"

“Alright, time for bed. Come on.” You drag him up and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. He’s so heavy you find it hard to breathe and reluctantly pull away from his warmth. One arm around his back, you gently guide him to his room in the same fashion he’s brought you to the dining room. The entire time there, he rattles off every synonym for beautiful he can think of as you fight against a smile harder and harder. There is a drunken veracity to him in this moment, and you don’t have it in you to fight him in such a state. You haven’t had more than a glass yourself, leaving you perfectly capable of safely navigating the long corridor, planning to drop him off and safely retreat to your own room just beside his. But he pulls you in.

“Stay with me…please, doll. Need you.” His breath is hot against your ear, tone soft and needy. Like he’s two seconds away from getting on his knees and begging you.

You yield. “Okay, Buck. Let’s just get you to bed, alright?” He nods, head lolling against his shoulders. On your way to the bed, you trip over one of his socks, his shoes long discarded at the entrance, slipping. He catches you without so much as a second thought or grunt. Reminding you of his strength. His hands on your waist turn you around, and you let out a yelp as your back meets the bed, his chest meeting yours and knocking the breath out of you.

Your hands grip the sheets while you’re trying your best to not look at him, his kind words reverberating around your head. His supposed infatuation, though deep down you know isn’t true. It can’t be.

“Stop squirming. Look at me.” He whispers, metal hand cupping your face. He’s become more confident in using it when he’s around you, you’ve noticed. But you haven’t seen how much it means to him, to have someone who didn’t know him before, and only after. Someone who knows everything and loves him despite it. Now, the definition of love used in the previous sentence can be heavily disputed —is it platonic, or something more? He feels the latter brewing in his chest, but he’s more than happy with either option. He just wants you by his side, soft and warm and everything good in the world all wrapped up in one woman.

When your eyes meet his, the sky blue has you swallowing. It’s so clear you feel like you’re flying. Even with his crushing weight sandwiching you between him and the mattress, you ache for him. More than you’ll ever admit, even as his bitter-tinted breath washes over your face.

“So pretty…Do you know how much I fucking want you? Even when I can hear every whisper, every sigh, every goddamned sound you make in here when you’re alone, after we say goodnight. All I want is to knock on your door. Would you ever answer, if I did?” His eyes are glued to your mouth, the colour entrancing him. You let out the smallest sigh, and you feel his thumb rub against your lower lip, making your eyelids flutter. The motion stirs something inside you, deep and primal, rabid and wanting.

“Yes…” You respond before your brain has even a second to catch up, to filter your thoughts. You see his pupils dilate in real time, entranced by the sight as he takes you in, the metal pushing against your teeth no longer cold. He asks you like he hasn’t already knocked, albeit for other purposes, and you haven’t already answered at the drop of a hat.

He leans in closer and closer, and you both are aware of the current pace of your heart, slamming in your ears like you would upon a door. Your head tilts up as his moves down, hot lips just grazing along yours, igniting every bone in your body as your hands grab at his chest instead, and he lets out a breath. You swallow it, eyes closing, giving in to the desires you’ve kept locked in a bottle deep inside your chest, just under your diaphragm.

Then reality come hurtling towards you like a freight train.

“Bucky…stop.” You push a hand against his chest, surprised to feel his heart pounding just as fast as yours. You’re full expecting for push to come to shove, but to your almost disbelief, he retracts immediately. Completely off, and lying next to you, while you try to hold back tears.

You know the truth — he doesn’t really want you. He’s just drunk, and you’re the only female body around. Nothing more.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You gaze is fixed on the ceiling, unable to look at him even when he’s on his side, eyes trained on you. “After everything I’ve told you about my…my past. All the bullying, and the trauma, and the pain. Why—Why?” Several shaky breaths escape you, trying to blink back the tears.

His fingers brush your temples frantically, absorbing the salt as he talks over himself. “Wait…Wait no. I— Doll, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I don’t wanna make you cry. No, no no, not what I meant, not what I—“ You turn to meet his eyes, grabbing his wrist in yours and unable to stop yourself from stroking the inside of it with your thumb.

“Then what did you mean? I’ve told you, how people treat attraction to me like a joke. And then the second you have some alcohol in your system, you start acting the same way?”

“But it’s not a joke! I’m not joking when I call you beautiful. I think—I know you are, doll. Why else would I say it? You know I hate lying…” As you gaze upon his distraught expression, you realise the error of your ways, knowing he probably won’t remember any of this. So what’s the point of wasting your breath twice? For now, you accept it, lock it away for another day.

“Alright…Let’s just go to bed now, okay? I’m tired, baby.” The nickname slips out absentmindedly, and the way his mouth falls open lets you know that you didn’t overstep as his tongue traces his lips in the same way you wish to do so.

“Yes! Let’s get my pretty baby some well deserved rest. Works too hard…” His eyes begin to close with his hand still fondly placed on your cheek, but you jerk him awake.

“No, Buck, not like this. Properly, let’s find you some comfy clothes and tuck you in. Come on.” You stand up, extending a hand to him. God, he looks so pretty from this angle, staring at you like you’re his sun and it’s a lazy picnic in the park. He entwines his fingers with yours, again bringing up that feeling of desperation in your system but you tamp it down. You gently hum the latest song stuck in your head as you get him ready for bed, slowly taking off his socks and handing him his comfiest pair of sleeping shorts, informing him of every step before you take it so you can give him the chance to tell you if you’re about to do something he doesn’t want. What you don’t realise is that there is nothing you could do that he wouldn’t welcome. He knows you wouldn’t hurt him, only show him the gentle warmth he’s been deprived of for decades with your light fingertips and heavy gaze. You turn your back as he changes, giving him some privacy.

He doesn’t let you leave, scared you won’t come back to him. He’s never been like this, so desperate to keep you by him. You’ve only known each other a month, and you two often stay up together when he knocks after a nightmare, either diffusing the bomb in his head with mellow hands, or holding him tight as you both lose your worries to some old sitcom you introduced him to. In your heart, you can’t find yourself to leave, either. And so you use a spare toothbrush he keeps in his bathroom to get ready for bed, stealing one of his shirts he handed to you with the brightest, most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. When you throw it over your head, you relish in the remnants of his cologne and something else, something so innately Bucky, that all you want is to bury yourself in his scent intertwined with the magic fabric of his shirt, which turns out to be loose on you.

You set your hair, marvelling at how big he is, that his shirt is loose on every part of your body. A secret part of you wonders if he’s done it on purpose, intending to give you his clothes and opting for this looser fit…You quickly dispel the notions, ditching your bra and formal outfit on the floor, rubbing your tired eyes.

Bucky lays on his side, facing you and taking you in as you walk out. He lets out a groan and you wonder if it’s related. “You look so pretty in my clothes…fuck. Come back to bed, beautiful.” He outstretches his arms, making grabbing motions at you with his hands like an adorable child. You chuckle at his neediness and brush off the compliment as you settle into bed next to him, suddenly shy of the space in his bed you’re taking up. It’s been ages since you slept in the same bed as someone else…but you try not to dwell on it.

Bucky flips around immediately, sliding a warm arm around your waist and pulling you closer, eyes already closed. He’s so hot, practically a furnace when he pulls you in, like he can’t stand to be apart from you. What has the alcohol done to him?

“Good night, doll.” He rests his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. His warmth is beautiful, and your glad his eyes are closed so he can’t see the absolutely wanting look plastered over your face, so deep it makes you physically ache inside your chest when you lift a hand to stroke through his hair, so soft like the sigh that escapes him. Like you soothe him, and it’s all he’s been waiting for.

“Good night, Buck.” Sleeps comes quite easily.

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jessjad · 4 months

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Unexpected

Chapter 2

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: use of drugs, uncomfortable situations, some language

A/N: And we're back. Now we gonna get settled into the new situation and we'll see what's gonna happen next. All mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think. 😊

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The world outside seemed to move in slow motion as Y/N watched it passing by through the tinted windows of this black car she was sitting in. Here, on the backseat, Soldier Boy was sitting next to her and she could feel him looking over to her every now and then. What was it with this day? Why did she decide to leave her apartment anyway? It was not lifesaving for her to go to the café, so why did she not just skip it for another couple of days? Unfortunatley, Y/N knew the answers to those questions.

It didn't seem that they would be driving to Vaught Tower, but Y/N couldn't be quite sure. Next to the driver, a man who could probably disappear as someone's shadow unnoticed, was Grace Mallory sitting with a stoic face.

Y/N was surprised when she heard the woman's voice behind her. She didn't even saw the black vehicle infront of the café, after she stormed out and tried to get away. Totally distracted from the man next to her. Mallory didn't say much else and Soldier Boy had rushed her into the car. And now, they were on their way to god knows where.

Y/N's nerves started to get the better of her, her hands shaking as she kept looking out of the window. The strong smell of the blunt the man next to her was smoking stung in her nose. Y/N never been a fan of drugs, never tried it herself and if she was honest, she had to fight with the inner instinct of grabing the joint and just throwing it out of the car. But the supe would probably not appreciate it. And instead of making the situation more complicated as it already was, the woman decided to just stay calm and quiet. There was nothing she could do now anyway.

"Are you gonna go all Brue Willis on me now?"

The low rumble of his voice shook her out of her thoughts and she glanzed over with wide eyes, not knowing if she even should give him an answer. But Soldier Boy kept talking.

"Last time you were way more fucking noisy. But I let it slide 'cause I was balls deep inside you."

Y/N huffed and suddenly she found her voice again. "Is that all there is for you?" and then she drew a short look to the front seats. "And could you please be more quiet? Not everyone needs to know what kind of a mistake I made."

Soldier Boy's gaze became a little more cold. "You be trapped in a fucking metalbox for over fourty years and we fucking talk again. I told you, I wanted to have fun. And don't worry. Mallory already knows."

"What?"

The car came to an apprupt halt and the blonde woman turned her head with an annoyed look. "Not willingly. Now, let's get inside and talk."

It seemed like they arrived to an old factory building that was abandoned in the middle of knowhere in the depts of an forest. Y/N didn't even realized that they had left New York behind them. She was a little hesistant to move, an eerie feeling creeping up her spine. It felt like she was going to set foot into a trap that she wouldn't be able to escape again. The supe appeared behind her and left her no choice but to follow Mallory and the driver.

It took some minutes before they crossed the open space of the hall through old machinery and different kinds of materials. After they walked through black double doors they continued their walk in an hallway down to an elevator at the end of it. Noone talked until they arrived several floors down. When the elevator doors opend Y/N stared into another hallway, but this one looked more like she expacted it. Bright, white light illuminated every creak and corner and she had to squint her eyes for a few seconds. She was led to what looked like a conference room at the end of the hallway and after all four of them stepped through the door she was closed and locked itself. With an healty amount of panik Y/N stared at the door, her only way out of this building,

"Don't worry, Y/N. You'll be free to leave once we're done talking. It's just better to have some privacy now."

"And... and what is it, that we need to talk about?"

"The next steps." Mallory went around the table and sat down.

Soldier Boy did the same as he lighted another joint, much to Mallory's dismay. But she didn't say anything to it and focused back on Y/N, who decided it would be best to sit down too. This whole situation was surreal. All this time Y/N tried to stay out of any Supe's hair and now, she was in the middle of the tornado.

"Next steps?" she asked, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't like the answer.

"As you probably know by now, the puplic still isn't aware that Soldier Boy here is back. Originally, we didn't plan to break him out of his cryostasis again, but..." Mallory took the remote in hand, that was laying on the table and pointed to a wall, which Y/N just realized now, was a screen. "... then this happed."

The screen lit up and Y/N knew right away what they were about to see. Homelander was talking to people on the street. Ryan was standing next to him and than Homelander killed several people with his laser eyes. Live. On television. For millions of people to see. Y/N had to look away. Eventhough this was shocking enough to see, it was not her first encounter with a supe, it was nothing she hadn't already seen before. But she noticed how Soldier Boy's eyes were locked on the screen and a couple of emotions played over his face.

"Homelander has always been a risk, but since the events of the last year, it gotten worse." Mallory turned the screen black again. "The world is turning tables and he has to be stopped. Unfortunatly, Soldier Boy is the only option we have, because he cannot be killed."

"Thanks." The man chimed in, but got ignored.

"But the problem is, that after all of this went south, other threads appered. It's almost as if the world is becoming a powder keg and the slightest spark could set it off. Which means... when the world will hear that Soldier Boy is back, it could be that spark."

"Okay. But... what does that have to do with me?"

"We needed to figure out a safe way to spill the news and get the world on Soldier Boy's side again. Homelander gathered a lot of followers who stand behind him and his insanity. And it probably will not take long until poeple will know that he is Homlanders father... in a way."

With surprise Y/N glanzed over to the man next to her. Now, that were some news.

"By the time all of this happens, Victoria Neuman and the FBSA will be on Soldier Boy's heels and try to take him down again. So, we need to give him some... positive purpose with his return."

"And... and what would that be?" Y/N knew the answer before she heared it, but she still tried to deny it.

"A fucking love dripping relationship, doll." heard she Soldier Boy saying.

"WHAT?" now Y/N couldn't deny it anymore. "With...with ME?"

They couldn't actually be serious, right? But they weren't laughing. This is not what she wanted. All she wanted to do was enjoying her time off of work, relax and sleep a lot. But now she had a radioactive landmark on her neck. And that again brought up a whole nother problem.

"Wait a minute..." with a shaking head Y/N stood up and started pacing through the room. "When... when the world will hear about Soldier Boy being back... you said that it would put a big target on his back. But if I'm gonna be apart of it too, then it will put a target on my back as well."

"Nothing's gonna happen to you." Now Soldier Boy stood up too.

"How can you be so sure about that?" this was really a trap and she got stuck in it. "I have family, friends, a job! This... will change everything! I don't want that!"

"I'm sorry, but you have no choice here." chimed Mallory in.

"We got something?"

Victoria Neuman walked through the doors into the operation room and let her gaze wander over the screens. Most of the men didn't react to her entry and kept their eyes infront of them, but the one who stood near the table turned his head.

"No. Nothing yet."

"Johnson, we need to find him. Or at least the place were Mallory might've hid him."

"We're watching every cam there is, nonstop."

"But this is taking to long. It's been over six months already."

And eventhough nobody knew what Victoriy Neuman was doing here, it was clear to Johnson that this was a urgent matter. But not just for Neuman, for him too.

"Boss!" one of the men yelled. "I think we got something here."

Neuman and Johnson went over to the monitors and watched the scene the man was talking about. The camera pointed at the street infront of a café. They saw a black car and a woman who quickly stept out on the sidewalk. But she didn't get far. A tall man got a hold of her arm and stoped her from runniny away. Victoria got a little closer.

"Is that... him?"

"We can't be sure. We never get to see his face."

"What do you mean?" Johnson asked.

"That's all we get to see, because now..." the man pointed to the scene on the monitor. "...the camera went off. For two whole minutes. And when the camera starts recording again, they're all gone."

And he was right. No car, no persons, just a normal street in New York.

"Did we at least get the license plate of the car?" Victoria asked, but the man infront of her denied it.

Well, that was not good."

Again, Y/N was sitting in the black car, Soldier Boy right next to her on the backseat and they were driving back to the city. She had to sign some sort of NDA, but didn't bother to read it fully. She had a feeling that there was nothing she could do against it anyway. The zivilasition was slowly coming back into view and Y/N was deep in thought, when the man next to her started to talk.

"You not gonna talk to me anymore?" he rasped.

"Why don't you get your live taken away from you and then we can talk." her frustration seething through her words.

Soldier Boy huffed and within seconds Y/N realized what she just said. With a quick glanze she saw the furrowed brows on his face and his tight jaw. She didn't need to like the supes and she definitly was entiteld to be upset about the whole situation, but that just wasn't fair. Because if anyone would understand her right now, it would be Soldier Boy.

"I... I did not mean..."

"It's fine." he cut her off. "I'm not gonna get hurt over your fucking words. I'm not a fucking pussy."

Now it was Y/N who huffed and shock her head a little.

"Is that a Biggerson's?" Soldier Boy suddenly asked as he watched out of his window.

Y/N looked his way and saw the burger place he meant. "Yeah. It's one of the last around her."

"Paul!" he called the driver who got the hint and drove to the parking lot of the place to park the car.

The supe got his wallet out, sorted through some bills and hold them infront of Y/N. "Go in and get me a Pepperbelly Hombre Burger with Tijuana Mariachi sauce and large fries."

Y/N needed a second to comprehend, before she answered. "First off, they don't sell that anymore out of various reasons..."

"Why the fuck not?" he actually had the audacity to ask, but Y/N just ignored it.

"... and second of all, I'm not your servant or maid! Go get it yourself!"

Soldier Boy looked at her for a second, then gave the money to Paul in the frontseat. "Just get me something greasy and bring some food for her too."

Paul nodded his head and got out of the car.

"In case you fucking forgot, I can't get out there and be recongnized. It's not the time yet. And since we're gonna be together a lot more, it would be best you start practicing. But we can talk about that when we get to your apartment."

"Oh, your not coming to my apartment with me!" she fighted off.

"Oh yes, I will. 'Cause we're gonna be living together."

A/N: Yup, you guessed it right. 🙈 We're diving into fake dating and forced proximity. We need to start somewhere, right? 🤭

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