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How to be good at interviews:

I’m having next Wednesday my first professional interview (eeeeek) so I decided to share the research I’m doing. I googled all of this and chose the information I found most important, and organized it. I truly hope it’s helpful for someone out there :)

PLAN AND PRACTICE:

  • always do your homework: learn about the organization, its ideas and story 
  • don’t necessarily memorize responses, but try to have a planned general strategy for answering common interview questions
  • practice in front of the mirror
  • be ready to briefly describe related experience
  • compare your qualifications to what the organization wants from you

COMMON INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:

  1. What’s your biggest weakness? Think of a genuine issue you have as well as ways you have managed to work with/around it.
  2. What’s your biggest strengths?” Stand out from the crowd and don’t be afraid to speak about your strengths in an authentic and compelling way. See if your strengths align with the company’s needs.
  3. Why do you want this job?”/ “Why should we hire you?” Stay focused on why your background makes you an ideal candidate and tell them how you are going to contribute to that department and that company. 
  4. Tell me about yourself.” Don’t tell them your life story, instead discuss what your interests are relating to the job and why your background makes you a great candidate.
  5. Why did you leave your last job/position/school?” Do not go into details about your dissatisfaction, tell them that while you valued the experience and education you received, you felt that the time had come to seek outo a new opportunity, expand your skills and knowledge, and to find a company with wich you could grow. Try to put a positive spin on things. Be honest if you were fired but don’t trash your previous boss.
  6. Where do you see yourself in five years?”  Be honest about what your greater aspirations are.

And much much much more (from your behaviour to work experiences, education, interests and motivation or problems and challeges you’ve faced previously), I would encourage you to try to write down some topics for each questions that work for you. Being prepared is everything.

THE DAY OF THE INTERVIEW:

  • sleep and eat well so you look rested and healthy on the big day
  • give yourself time to calm down/meditate/relax
  • don’t noodle around on your phone or electronic device while waiting - it may communicate boredom and frivolousness, maybe stick your notebook/notes

What to wear: normally it’s best to dress neutral, professionally/formal, not overly fashionable or trendy, and brightly colored clothing is bad. Make sure your clothes are neat and wrinkle free, and make sure your image is very clean and neat.

What to bring: if revelant, extra copies of your resume on quality paper, a notepad or professional binder and pen, information you might need to complete an application.

IMPORTANT TIPS:

  • make eye contact
  • show courtesy to everyone during the interview, this means everyone from the reception staff to the interviewer herself
  • smile
  • have good posture
  • avoid fidgeting too much or playing with your hair/touching face
  • have a good handshake
  • don’t cross your arms over your chest
  • walk, act, talk with confidence
  • be comfortable and relaxed
  • choose the words you say
  • don’t place stuff on their desk
  • manage your reactions - facial and body expressions give clues on how you feel: project a positive image
  • show interest and enthusiasm
  • show warmth and personality - being personable is about getting the interviewer’s emotional side to like you and believe in you
  • don’t lie to make it seem like you know something you don’t. You probably won’t fool your interviewer, and admitting to not know something is much more impressive than lying
  • be honest
  • keep things simple and short, talk in 30-90 second chunks. Any less and you’re likely to seem unqualified; any more and your interviewer is likely to lose interest in what you’re saying

THINK OF QUESTIONS TO ASK: participating actively during the interview gives a good impression of your level of interest in the job. Most of times it is more adequeate to ask in the end of the interview.  But I feel like you really need to make sure your questions are adequate. Examples:

  • “What types of training opportunities do you offer?”
  • “What are the chances for professional growth in this job opportunity?”
  • “Is there anything else I can provide you with that would be helpful?”
  • ALWAYS ask the “ When can I expect to hear back from you about the position?” question if  the interviewer does not tell you

Good questions are open-ended, and thus cannot be answered with a “yes” or “no.” Better questions are behavioral: they ask how things are done or have happened in the past, because current and past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior.

AFTER THE INTERVIEW:

  • shake hands with the interviewer - try to invest some feeling into the handshake and pleasantries, even if you think you bombed the interview
  • hold your head high and keep your cool
  • your emotions are probably teetering at the highest of highs or the lowest of lows, but try to stay measured
  • project a cool confidence, not cockiness, and walk out of the interview with your head held high

SOMETHING TO ALWAYS KEEP IN MIND:

  • when you know in your heart and your gut that you bring to the table something just as valuable as a paycheck and maybe much more – your tremendous experience, intellect and instinct – you’ll carry yourself differently. You won’t trip over your words in an effort to please His Majesty or Her Highness, because you’ll see yourself and the interviewer as equals on a level playing field. 
  • you are valuable and unique. You have something very special in you and you deserve to be given a chance. good luck!

Dean felt it rather than saw it, it all happened so fast.

It transpired that Asmodeus’ hobbies included a fair amount of dark magic as well as his hedonistic past times. After taking care of Dagon they had finally located him, with Rowena’s help of course.

It happened suddenly, with no forewarning. He felt….cheated. Which he knew was ridiculous, how can your first though at dying be that it’s just unfair, but that’s how he felt nonetheless. Give him a fair fight and he’d win but this? A prince of hell and dark magic?

He felt a sudden and searing pain through his chest. It knocked him back and he fell with a gasp, rocking back onto his heels. He heard Sam’s shout, saw Cas spear the demon, saw it flicker and vaporize with a sound reminiscent of Ramiel’s final laughter. He saw Cas turn to him, eyes wide and Mary stood frozen behind him.

….

Cas felt it when Dean collapsed further, he could feel so much emanating from the man and was so aware of his presence that when it faltered it sent a shiver through him. They all ran to his side, Sam calling Dean’s name again and again, Mary silent and shaking.

He knew then that the magic was too strong for him to heal in the usual way with his grace. It was beyond his diminished ability, perhaps if he was at full power… which made him think, desperately, what if…

Sam shouted then,

“Cas, do something!”

Which brought him out of his stunned thoughts with a start, suddenly focused and determined.

He gently pushed Mary aside to lean in, cradling Dean’s shoulders with one arm and placing his other hand on his chest. He turned to Sam who looked at him wide eyed, imploringly, still silently mouthing Dean’s name.

“If this doesn’t work… I’m sorry…”

He leaned in, taking a deep breath and finally ghosting his lips over Dean’s.

With his hand placed firmly on Dean’s chest he pressed forward and gently reached for his soul. He felt it, the power and energy and finally, with the most conviction and faith he had ever felt, used the power to collect together his grace and push it forwards.

He felt Dean’s soul, fragile as it was, now burning brighter as his own grace left his body through his lips and rushed into the man he loved, healing him from within.

He would save Dean, if it meant losing his grace or even if it meant killing him. If this wasn’t a reason to die nothing would be.

Finally he felt Dean lurch, his eyes flying open. Cas pulled back as Dean brought a hand up to graze his cheek, his eyes wide and searching, then Cas blacked out.

….

A few days later they were back at the bunker, a normal day really. They’d spent the day looking for leads on the demons hunting Lucifer’s child, but Crowley was on it and he was on speed dial, they’d be fine.

The boys were arguing over what film to watch when finally Sam snapped.

“Dean, you were literally saved by true loves kiss. You don’t get to moan about chick flicks…ever”.

Dean threw his hands up, rolling his eyes.

“Ok fine Sammy. But for the record it still doesn’t count as a chick flick, it’s a classic!“.

He turned, calling down the hall. ’‘Come on Cas, we’ve not got all night! I got us that special mixed salty and sweet popcorn, your favourite… ”

Haunting Me: Chapter 1

A/N; Eeeeek! Here it is guys, chapter 1! This story has me so pumped and i’m so happy you guys liked the intro. I hope you guys like this chappie, cuz it’s a bit of a giant relief haha. ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Mild violence. Hella feels. 





2012

You focused on the pencil in your hand, shading the paper as carefully as possible.

New York was beautiful in the summer time, especially once the sun hit the right spot in the sky. It wasn’t a cloudy day by any chance; in fact, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. You sat in the metal chair, your legs crossed beneath you as you focused on the sketch in front of you. You reached for the pastry on the plate next to it and took a small bite out of it, chewing slowly.

You enjoyed your time alone, as you always did, especially when you got to sketch the totally gorgeous Calvin Klein model sitting two seats down from you.

Okay, he probably wasn’t a model, but he sure as hell looked like one.  He was built like a brick house and those eyes. Jesus –you could get lost in those ocean blue orbs of his. From what it looked like, he was drawing as well. He could draw and look super-hot while doing it? He was a rare gem. However, as you cocked your head to the side, curiously studying his features, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. It made your chest ache just seeing him brood like that.

“Another brownie ma’am?” the waitress asked with a smile. And by the grace of god, the total hottie looked over at you. You blushed, looking up at the waitress with a timid smile.

“Um. No thank you.” She gave you a quick nod before walking away.

When you looked back over at the mysterious blond, you expected him to give you a small smile and continue throughout his day, but boy were you wrong. You looked back over and to your surprise, he was openly staring at you, his blue eyes widened with an odd mixture of fear and shock. He blinked rapidly, his eyes focusing on your face shamelessly.

Immediately you felt so self-conscious. Was there something on your face? Did you creep him out?  Oh god, did your eyeliner smudge. You had a habit of rubbing your face whilst drawing and you did forget you were wearing makeup sometimes.

After a few minutes of being stared down by the man, you had quite enough. You hastily packed your sketch book into your bag and placed a few dollar bills onto the table before standing. You swore you could feel the burning of eyes on your back as you stealthy maneuvered around the sea of people.

Before you could take another step, you felt a tight grip on your arm stop you.

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, turning around with a scowl. You reached in your pocket for your pepper spray.

“I-I’m sorry!” The man sputtered, his eyes softened once he peered around at the many people watching the two of you. There was a small crowd surrounding you now and you felt so embarrassed, yet relieved. He wouldn’t dare try anything in public.  

You yanked your arm back, holding it in your wrist. “Why are you following me? Do I know you or something?” your last question caused him to frown. You could practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head as he chose his words carefully. He sighed heavily, before his eyes travelled down to the bag in your hand.  

“I uh…noticed you drawing earlier and I wanted to say how nice your shading technique was. That’s all.”

You blinked, your eyes widening. He did all that for a damn compliment? Who was this guy?

“Thank you,” you replied, which came out more as a question. Soon, the people around you began going about their day once they realized there was no harm being done to you. Leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

“My name is Steve,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you. “Steve Rogers.” You raised your eyebrows. That was a bit of an older fashioned name, but you weren’t complaining. Your mom tried to name you Jane once before your birth.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, gently taking his hand and shaking it.  

“Y/N Y/L/N.”


As the next couple years went by, you and Steve became two peas in a pod.  

Wherever you went, he went. At first, you found it sort of creepy that your best friend was following you around town all the time, showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night when the Stark tower got too much for him and he needed a place to sleep properly. After a while, you just assumed the man was a bit lonely, which was fine by you considering you were, too.

There were times where you two would just stay up all night watching old movies from his time. His favorite was My Darling Clementine, which you had seen so many times that you now knew the entire film’s script by memory. 

Soon, Steve began accompanying you on your trips to art galleries for school. It was a win/win for you as he always attracted so much attention being the hot shot Captain America he was, also, he eased the storm of anxiety that you struggled with your entire life. Steve was your wing man.  

But there were some times when you felt that maybe Steve wanted to be more than friends. 

You always thought of him as a brother figure, but the way he would look at you whenever he thought you weren’t noticing, it had you a bit confused. It happened when you were watching the old movies. He would look at you from out the corner of his eye, watching your reactions closely. You figured it was because he had a thing for you, which you didn’t return. 

You had a couple boyfriends here and there, but nothing special. And Steve, bless his heart, had completely unapproved of them all. 

But whenever you would sing along to your favorite song, Over the Rainbow by Judy Garland, you would see the look even more. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about that song probably caused unpleasant memories for him. You wondered why. 

Another time you got The Look, was when you smoked. It was a habit, yeah, one that you’ve had for far too long. Every time you would be out and about with him -which was always- and you lit up a cigarette, he would immediately scold you until you put it out. You loved Stevie, but you were a big girl. You could make your own decisions. 


You were lounging on your couch, watching old reruns of Seinfeld, when a loud banging on your front door causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over at your phone. 

Five O’clock. 

Steve was currently on a mission, or so you thought. Who on earth could it be? 

You sighed, standing up from the couch and made your way towards the front door. You flung the door open, expecting to see Steve standing there with a box of pizza like always, but instead you got something way, way more complicated. 

“W-What is going on?” you asked, eyeing the two other Avengers beside your best friend. 

Steve let out a sigh, giving you a guilty smile. “These are my uh…coworkers.” 

You blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Coworkers? Really?

“May we come inside?” Natasha asked as she clutched her shoulder tightly. Her face was twisted into a grimace as she tried to cover the obvious gunshot wound in her shoulder. Your eyes widened. 

“Of course!” you jumped, reaching forward and gently placing your hand on her back, and guiding her into your apartment. She let out a groan when you touched her shoulder. 

“I think I’m gonna need a new shoulder.” she said. 


You placed the cotton swab on Natasha’s shoulder, gently dabbing the fresh stitches you had applied. She was lucky to be alive, the bullet barely missed a major artery. A couple more centimeters and she would’ve bled out in seconds. 

“So are you guys gonna tell me what the hell happened?” you asked, turning around in your chair to face Steve, who was seated on your couch, his body bruised and battered from the obvious fight. 

Whoever they ran into managed to put up on hell of a fight. 

“His name is The Winter Soldier,” Natasha chimed from behind you. She avoided your eyes as she spoke “He’s Hydra’s top assassin. He’s killed over a dozen elected officials and other people as well. We ran into him earlier.” 

Steve continued to stare down at the floor, his face in a distant frown. 

“What does that have to do with Steve? What happened?” you asked eagerly. 

“We just found out that this so called Winter Soldier is actually Steve’s best friend, Bucky Barnes.” 

Your eyes widened. You were so confused. Steve never mentioned anyone else in his life except for his mother and father. He always told you he was on the lonely side, but…he had a best friend apparently. An old best friend from over seventy years ago. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” you chided, furrowing your brows at Steve. How could he have not told you? You and he told each other everything. 

“Bucky Barnes was considered KIA in 1942 when he fell off a locomotive during a mission to capture the evil scientist Arnim Zola.” Sam informed as he reloaded his pistol. 

“And now, he’s alive. And brainwashed, completely wiped of his memories of Steve.” Natasha finished, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice you poured her a few minutes ago. 

You felt your chest ache. 

Why couldn’t Steve feel like he could tell you about Barnes? You guys were so much closer than the average friends. 

You turned back to Steve, only to find him on the couch with his face buried in his hands. His breaths coming out in short huffs. 

You made your way over to the blond, bending down until you were eye level with him. He looked so broken, yet you had no idea what he was going through. You’ve never lost anyone before. You had no idea who this Winter Soldier was, but if it meant reconnecting two old friends, you were more than wiling to help Steve. 

You gently pulled Steve’s hands from his hair and brought them down, revealing his tear stained face. You smiled up at him, hope shining in your eyes. 

“Whoever this Bucky guy is,” you began, looking down at your entwined hands. “He must be a special kind of man for you to go these lengths. We’ll get your friend back, Steve. If it’s the last thing we do.” 

Steve felt his heart shattering even more as you spoke. Nevertheless, he offered you a false smile, hoping to distract you from the internal pain he was facing. To his relief, you bought it. 

He watched as you went back to Natasha and began placing the bandages onto her wound, your face set in a concerned frown. 

‘Oh, Y/N’ he thought to himself. 

‘If you only knew the truth.’ 


- Fin!  ❤️

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Intro

Haunting Me (Chap. 2)

A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels. 


You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.

It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.

“I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”

“Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.

You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.

You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now. 

You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face. 

Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window. 

Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material. 

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear. 

Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete. 

“Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man. 

You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol. 

“It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously. 

One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes. 

And you fired. 

When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving. 

He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes. 

Uh oh. 

You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do. 

“Cолдат!” Soldier!

The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier. 

Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back. 

Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head. 

“Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!

You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.

And began walking towards you. 


The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.  

You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.

As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down. 

You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face. 

You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face. 

Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.

Big mistake. 

His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.

He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu. 

You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him. 

He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends. 

Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.  

He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain. 

His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face. 

Then everything went black. 


When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together. 

You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were. 

“Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.

It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all. 

He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.

“Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.

“N-No,” you answered timidly.

“Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.

“Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.

His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.

“The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”

“His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”

He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.

He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.

“I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?

“But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely. 

“I knew you, too.”

-Fin!  

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