Heyyyy

Testing out an idea where the reader is a socialite who by the chance of fate ends up getting tangled up with the Avengers, much to the public’s love, skepticism, joy and hatred.

 "Mum."

"You better not tell me you're in that goddamned elevator."

"I..."

"Goddammit Y/N!"

"You realise this isn't my fault right? I didn't make it storm and for the power to go out."

"But you had to go and get in the thing in the first. We're in the middle of a storm, what did you think would happen?"

"Did you know the chances of getting trapped inside an elevator are-"

"I swear if you start spouting statistics at me right now I'll shove you back in there myself."

You knew by now when to push and when's the time to just keep quiet.

"Who are you with?"

"A guy that I don’t know." You briefly exchange glances quickly with the man giving him a comforting smile as you mum scoffed on the phone.

"Of course you are."

"Mum, please just tell me some good news." It's almost a whine, you knew, and you Mum was not a sentimental person in the slightest but you gave it your best shot. The way she sighs into the phone tells you that you succeeded at pulling at her heartstrings regardless.

"Maintenance already know about it and some of the power is back on out here already."

"That's not exactly reassuring."

"Just hang on." With that the line went dead letting you know that your mum had just hung up on you.

You look to the man and drink in his appearance. He has long chocolate hair which brushed against his prominent jawline. When he met your eyes you could almost have gawked at their beauty, the crystalline blue swirling powerfully. “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.” You held your right hand out politely as your stilettos dangled from your left.

He managed a weak smile. “James Buchanan Barnes. My friends call me Bucky.” His voice seemed on the constant verge of cracking and his hand was shaking as he offered it to you.

He slid down the walls of the elevator and curled in on himself.

Whilst luckily you were not claustrophobic, it seemed that James didn’t share the same characteristic. His breathing was getting heavier and with the aim to help, you quickly went to him and got him to move his legs and arms away from his body.

“Hey James, it’s okay. I’m Y/N; we just met in this elevator; we’re at my father’s hotel in lower east side Manhattan; it’s a Thursday tonight and we’re going to make it out before it’s Friday.” You kept repeating this to James as you rubbed your hands slowly, rhythmically, up and down his arms.

Before long, only a few minutes, James had calmed down massively with his breathing back to normal, just shaken up. “Have I met you before? Your voice sounds really familiar.”

You laughed lightly. “I’m a socialite, if I’m going to phrase it simply.”

“And I’m The Winter Soldier.”

You blinked rapidly before laughing genuinely. James couldn’t seem to understand your reaction; he thought you would be trying to get away in fear, not getting comfy sitting opposite him.

“Can I see you metal arm?” Curiosity was getting the better of you and you had always seen it in footage online or in the news.

He looked uncomfortable before taking his left glove off and exposing the arm and removing his baseball cap at the same time.

Gingerly you stretched out you fingers and ran them along James’s palm. He flinched minutely and you quickly moved your hand off of his.

“It’s okay, it’s just that I’m not used to someone touching it without violence.” His voice barely above a whisper and your heart broke for this broken man in front of you.

“Well. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He laughed bitterly. “Just wait, Little Miss Popular, you’ll be wanting to soon enough.”

“We’ll just have to see, Mr Winter Wonderland.”

You talked for a long time as you waited for the lift to start working and sure enough at 11:45pm, the lift suddenly jolted and continued moving up much to your happiness in eagerness to get to your penthouse apartment. It wasn’t necessarily late, but you had had a long busy day and your mum wanted you to do a night time photo shoot for the Chanel magazine as she had spent a long time talking with departments there over when the best night would be she had been stressing you out beyond belief over this shoot.

“You coming?” James’s voice startled you out of your reverie as he stood outside the elevator.

“God yes.” You hopped out of the elevator to realise just how tall the man was because even with your stilettos on, you only barely made it to just below his nose.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He gave you a slight tilt of his lips.

You leant up on your toes and used his shoulders for support and gently placed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, James.”