The Music I Can Give You - Part 16
you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your
past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is,
is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was
something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your
heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That
is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but
the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself
falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being
tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is
something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for
him at the same time.
Warnings: None :)
Word Count: 2.6K
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Like every time before, when you left the Tower you opted to walk rather than take one of Tony’s ostentatious cars. The few miles to the concert hall always served to build your anticipation and excitement. Tonight the hall was playing one of your favourite soundtracks along with what you considered to be one of the most underrated movies of all time: Stardust, and you couldn’t be more excited. Pulling your coat around you against the wind, you jogged across the street, dodging cabs as you went.
Walking your usual route through the city to the concert hall, something felt… different. Not bad or necessarily off like it had weeks ago when you thought someone had been following you but, brighter almost? Like something was going to happen but you weren’t sure when. Moving your hand out of your pocket, you lightly traced the outline of your gun under your dress. Whatever it was that you felt coming, you could handle it.
Spotting the glow of the concert hall’s lights through the entrance of the alley, you sped up your pace. Rounding the corner, you looked down and opening your purse, pausing on the sidewalk. Fumbling with your clutch, you pushed aside various items looking for your ticket. Sure Harold knew you on sight, but you still needed a ticket, you refused to pull your Avengers card to get a free pass. If you did that then everyone would know you were here instead of on a date with your ‘informant’. Finally finding your ticket, you tucked your purse back under your arm and looked up, freezing at what you found.