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Erica huffed as she stepped out the door of the diner. Her shift was shit to say the least, and the scumbags that had been harassing her weren't making it any better. After one of them had gotten a little too handsy, the blonde was done, and took her break before she did something that could get her fired.

Standing next to the store front, she pulled her pack of cigarettes from the apron pocket. She fumbled around with her lighter for a few moments, before she tossed it in the nearest trash can. Huffing, she glanced around, until her eyes landed on a familiar mop of brown hair.

"Hey, Bucky," she called, glancing both ways before crossing the street.

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Vampire:  Tag someone of whom you’ve been a longtime fan.@purosdecorazon ; i just didn’t know it until recently but we have followed each other all over tumblr AND NEVER KNEW IT UNTIL RECENTLY.  and i mean, for four years now.  FOUR YEARS.  we have even roleplayed a bit before in the past on my benny blog. and when i mean everywhere … I MEAN EVERYWHERE.  the hunger games fandom. supernatural fandom. EVEN GREY’S ANATOMY.  so yes.  snow is honestly sweet and i adore her muses very much. 

Phoenix:  Tag someone who is a bright light on your dash.@thickcrskiin ; honestly, jan just makes me laugh like all the time.  i adore her ok. 

the compound had been dead quiet, and that was what bothered erika. she didn’t trust the silence, wasn’t a big fan of darkness, it made her restless. after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, the blonde decided to take the loss and do something useful with her time. walking out of her room, she picked up her gloves one the way, and headed straight for the gym.

as she reached the room, the only light she turned were those in the back, surrounding the heavy bags, and after using her teeth to tighten the velcro around her wrists, she took a deep breath, and started punching.

she lost herself in the movements, welcome the ache in her muscles as she practiced her high kicks. suddenly, she heard something behind her, and turning around, she aimed to land a punch on whoever thought it’d be a good idea to sneak up on her, but was met with a wall of solid muscle.

Erica wasn’t a huge fan of the Brooklyn dance hall. Not because she didn’t like going out, or listening to music, but because she was an accident magnet just walking down the street, let alone dancing. Sure, she’d given it countless of tries, but word travelled that she was the one to step on her partners toes one too many times, meaning fellas rarely asked the clumsy blonde if she wanted to dance.

So here she was, another Friday night. Somehow, Dot had talked her into coming, and now she was sat at one of the tables surrounding the dance floor, sipping her glass of wine as her toes tapped against the floor. Her eyes wandered across the couples spinning and moving gracefully, and for the first time in a long time she was jealous, wishing she could move with that much ease. 

Erica sat in the cell they kept her in, plucking at her nails, as the body of yet another guard laid at her feet, licking her bloody gums. Hydra had turned her into even more of a monster than she had been to begin with, and part of the blonde relished in it. She’d let all her inhibitions go, and decided to be what they made her. A bloody monster. 

She could hear heavy boots approach down the hall, but they sounded different from the others, which caused the blonde to furrow her brows. It didn’t sound like the one that usually took the drained bodies away. Maybe this could be fun.

Brown eyes trained on the door, a sinister smirk twisted blood stained lips.

“And what are you? Lunch?”

She'd seen him around before, coming into the small Brooklyn bakery she worked at. And while she usually didn't remember customers, he'd stood out. The man with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen, and it was a miracle he didn't have to repeat his order as she drowned in them. Erica was mesmerised by this man, who was sometimes accompanied by a smaller one, who'd give her shy smiles, which she returned.

But that was not what was happening now. Erica had just left the small grocery store down the block from her small apartment, balancing two paper bags in her arms, when she ran into someone. The force of the collision had her stumbling, groceries flying across the sidewalk as she fell forward, knees and palms scraping against the pavement.

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It was a rude awakening, shaking Erica out of the day dream she’d been living in. The past few months had been amazing, getting to know Bucky, and while falling for him hadn’t been part of the plan, it still happened, and it happened in the blink of an eye. And by some miracle, he felt the same.

Which was why she stood here on the train platform, dressed in her best dress, the soft cotton crinkling as she hold on to Bucky for dear life. Her face is pressed into the pristine US military uniform. God, she doesn’t want him to go, but she knew he had to.

The words, murmured softly in her ear caused the tears in her eyes to finally spill over, and she pulled away before she would ruin the olive green of his jacket.

“Yours, always,” she whispered, her voice wavering and she cringed at the sound.

“Just promise you’ll come back to me, Sarge.”

The whistle blowing, and a loud call of “all aboard” made the bye definitive, and for the last time in god knows how long, Erica pressed her lips against his.

If there was anything Erica loved about Amsterdam, it was the constant stream of new people coming into the coffee house she worked at. It was located on one of the busiest squares in the town, and the anonymity was something she enjoyed. Born and raised in the Dutch countryside, Erica moved to the capital after high school, looking for new adventures in the big city, and that’s how she ended up here.

After working at the cafe for a few months, she started seeing a pattern. People would come in starting on Monday, come for coffee, or a snack a few times between then and Friday, before she never saw them again. They all did that, except this one guy. The guy with the shoulder length brown hair and the blue eyes that had somehow captured her attention. He came in, every morning, ordering the same thing, never missing a day. At least, not the days she worked. After three weeks, she made sure she kept his favourite snack in a brown paper back under the counter.

The blonde glanced up as she heard the bell above the door chime, smiling as he walked in. “Good morning,” she said, grabbing a paper cup to finish his order, after handing him his snack. “And here I almost thought you’d forgotten about me.”