#whclehearted

@whclehearted  liked  /  for wanda

@whclehearted  liked  /  for jemma

        ‘    do you normally babble this much ?    ‘      she lets her head tilt to the side slightly, eyes watching his closely as they stand in silence for a few seconds before she speaks up again.      ‘    not that i mind it, simply that it’s typically me doing it, and, in addition to that, i have no idea what you’re asking me.    ‘

        lips part slightly as she stares at the other female, her fingers ever so slightly tightening around the screwdriver in her hand. she wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed by the accusation, or mad that wanda knew her dirty little secret. she lets her eyes avert as she turns her body, busying herself with her computer before speaking up.      ‘    did you really just accuse me of having a CRUSH on james barnes ?    ‘      if the crush wasn’t evident before, it certainly was now. why not just call him what everyone else called him  :  bucky ?

        lips curl up as her eyes look over the old friend in front of her, arms crossing over her chest.      ‘    sure, it’s been awhile, but surely you haven’t completely forgotten me, barnes. you’d think you remember losing three dollars and not even winning me a stuffed bear.    ‘

        the moment she spun, she knew she made a mistake. she watched in slow motion as the fresh cup of steaming coffee connected with the chest in front of her, a few spots splashing her on her own chest, and her face. with red lips parted in a gasp, she watched as the liquid began to seep through the other’s shirt. as if life started speeding before her eyes, she had napkins in her hand and up against the stranger’s chest before she even realized it, eye trained on the stain rather than the stranger.      ‘    i’m so sorry, i didn’t    ----    i didn’t see you, i’m so sorry, listen, i’ll buy you coffee, or tea, or whatever you drink to make up for it, and    ----    ‘      she let her mouth close immediately upon letting her green hues finally drift towards the stranger’s face, a yelp falling from her lips, hands retracting to her own chest, pressing the damp coffee stained napkins against her own shirt.      ‘    oh shoot !    ‘      her eyes land against her freshly dampened chest before back up to the man in front of her, lips pressing tightly into a line as she forces a clearly awkward smile against her lips, a soft mutter slipping past her lips one last time.      ‘    i’m sorry.    ‘

                                                 SURPRISE COMES OUT IN A YELP PRECEDING A GIGGLE,  a  smile  above  all  else  when  they  part.   chin  up,  she  offers  the  best  puppy  eyes  she  can  give.     ❛  what  if  you  called  in  sick  tomorrow ?  ❜

                                      SHE’S LOST IN HER OWN WORLD  of  country  music  that’s  drowning  out  the  water  against  her  skin,  though  not  quite  her  voice  ( she’ll easily admit singing in the shower is a pastime of hers ),  that  she  doesn’t  hear  the  door  open.   with  the  final  notes  ringing  out,  she  shuts  off  the  water  and  pulls  back  the  curtain.   when  her  eyes  land  on  spencer,  her  first  reaction  is  to  turn  her  back  towards  him,  a  surprised  ‘ shit ! ’  coloring  the  air.   then  she’s  scrambling  for  a  towel ( FUCK ),  anything  to  cover  the  scars  he  hasn’t  seen  yet,  the  ones  that  are  just  a  little  too  HARD  to  explain.   anger  and  embarrassment  flush  her  body  as  she  retreats  into  herself  with  a  towel  around  her  body.     ❛  you  can’t,  shit,  you  can’t  just  do  that,  spence.  ❜