P A R T O N E
Summary: You, working as an assistant at one of the world’s leading companies for technology and innovation, happen to run into Bucky Barnes– a man so far out of your comfort zone.
Word Count: 900ish
Warnings: swearing??? eventual smut eheheheh
A/N: reader inserts are soooo tough because I am a particular BITCH when it comes to writing. I like details so I’m trying to be as vague as possible so this fic appeals to everyone but lemme know if this is a flaming piece of trash k thanks love you!!!! xx
Your feet ached from being crammed in the matte black t-strap pumps Tony had purchased for you upon getting hired. Just over a month ago, you were hired as a secretary in Stark Tower. You’d like to think that your qualifications and positive attitude got you the job, but your tight fitted pencil skirt and low cut blouse was probably more persuasive to Tony Stark, just as you thought it might be. He hired you on one condition—you let him buy you new shoes. Your best ballet flats didn’t cut it, but with your new six figure salary, you could squeeze your toes in a vice for 8 hours a day if you had to.
It was nearing 6pm, just about time for you to peel off those horrendous red soled shoes and soak them in a hot bath in your private residence on the 25th floor. Your glorious day dream was interrupted by the sharp, familiar bark of Tony’s voice.
“Ah, (Y/N)! Just the girl I was looking for.”
You pivoted on your heels expecting to see just Tony, when your eyes landed on two men clad in tight workout gear. The first, a classically handsome blonde which you knew to be Steve Rogers. The billboards and Smithsonian exhibit was a dead giveaway. The other man, however, held your gaze a little longer; his rich brown hair framed his angular jaw and accentuated his brilliant blue eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat when Tony cleared his.