#argentarium

A secretary’s assistant in the avengers tower was definitely not an easy gig but here you were, trudging your way through each gruesome day. Your boss had you do all dirty work, even if it was to pick up her laundry. But you held in your complaints, this was how laborious people lived and you knew you had to experience it someday.

“Late. Again.” Your boss scolded as she saw you come from the elevator doors.

“I’m sorry, the line at Starbucks was-“

She grabbed the cup from your hand abruptly, “I have no time to hear your excuses. Mr. Stark needs to be able to see how his nano-tech is advancing but he can’t without a set meeting and yet here we are still talking.” She sighed as you silently followed her to her office.

She plopped herself down in her chair and ruffled through a thick pile of paperwork. “And as for you Miss..”

“Bass.” You finished for her.

“Yes. Miss Bass, today you will be heading to The Campbell Apartment to meet a journalist and a good friend of mine for lunch, Miss Potts said we need a better company outlook as Tony isn’t giving off such a friendly image at the moment…” She paused as you were taking notes.

This was normal unfortunately. You were aware that most people would kill for the job you have and how you should be grateful for such a high position in your young age but you were not having fun anymore. You studied electrical engineering for a reason but you were still tasked to do things that a regular upper east sider would do for fun.

“And at two . .” She paused, raising a brow before continuing. “Recalibrating Mr. Barnes’s metal arm.”

You nearly dropped your pen.

You knew better than to talk back to your boss, so it was best to take it and go. You nodded your head and left, focusing on the clicking noise of your heels to distract you from the anxiety building for your work in the afternoon.

Bucky Barnes never noticed you and you were sure of it. You occasionally saw him come in after a workout, a sight that made you squeeze your legs together by instinct. He was beautiful in every way, the way the sweat clung to his forehead from the how his chest rose and fell while he was still exhausted from training. All you wanted was to have a chance to be around him but you did not let your imagination extend that far. . . not until today.

But what you thought was not true to the slightest. Bucky Barnes would glance at you anytime it was possible. He remembered the day he first saw you working and all he could think of was what went on in your mind. However, he had not flirted with anyone since the 1930’s and he was quite nervous to go over and talk to you.

Nevertheless, the day could not have gone by any faster than it had. Your meeting with the journalist went smoothly and as soon as it was over, you received an email on your work-tablet providing you with the information on where to meet Bucky and what you were required to do.

You studied the job as much as you could before it was time for you to meet him. As soon as you had all of your supplies, you tried to pretend this was no big deal but you really needed a drink.

1:58 pm

You knocked on his door gently, then patiently waited, hearing footsteps as he approached the door and unlocked it, swinging it open to reveal himself.

Bucky was in a fitted grey t-shirt with a pair of sweatpants. You could clearly see the outlines of his muscles and see the subtle glow in the design of his vibranium arm. He did not train either and you could tell, the metal arm must be such a hindrance.

Your breath hitched in your throat but you cleared it quickly. “Hi.” You said shortly.

Bucky looked down to you with his steely blue eyes. It felt like he was searching your soul but he did not seem as harsh as you had thought he would appear. “Hi.. Um.. Come in.” He said softly, moving out of the doorway.

An earthy musk permeated the air. This had to be his scent and you wanted to revel in every part of it. “I’m Y/N, by the way. It’s good to meet you Mr. Barnes.”

“Same to you, Y/N.” Bucky replied politely, sitting on a chair in the large room of his. His room mirrored a studio apartment, a starting living area where one would occupy before they succeeded in the upper east side. “So.. May I ask what you are doing here?” He questioned after the silence.

“Your arm.” You said quickly. “It needs some fixing, correct?”

“Yeah, they said someone was coming to get it working right again.”

“That someone is me.”

“You?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes, because-“

“Because you are going to go call someone qualified now?” Bucky finished for you. It sounded simple coming from his mouth, like he was seething some kind of 

You raised a brow. Your emotions were raging. Who did he think he was? Did he not think you were qualified? And how come he was being so arrogant about it?

But you decided not to show your discontent. He was your superior afterall, and if your boss found out you were backtalking an Avenger of all things, you would be fired in an instant.