I Hate My Job (Part 1)
Part 1 - My Annoying Coworkers
Bucky x Reader (eventually)
Summary – You are a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that gets assigned the worst job, in your opinion.
Warnings – CA:CW spoilers and lots of insults!
Word Count – 1,360
Notes – The idea for this fic came to while I was trying to explain what I do with my Tumblr blog to a non-fandom loving friend. The more I tried to explain, the crazier she thought I was! I thought it would be fun to explore that perspective in a series. I don’t know how long it’s going to be, I’m just going to play it by ear. Please send me feedback and let me know what you think!
You had the worst job in the world. You absolutely dreaded getting up in the morning and going to work. This is not what you had thought you’d be doing when you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. all those years ago.
You spent every day thinking you were better than this, but your boss disagreed. He had handpicked you for this assignment, mostly because you couldn’t stand the people you worked with.
Life had started out great for you. You were the middle child of seven, three older brothers and three younger. You dad had so many sons, that he sort of forgot that you were a girl. Instead of ballet lessons, it was Karate and Tae Kwon Do. You learned to hunt with both a rifle and a bow, and you were an excellent shot. In college most girls took gigs as lifeguards or at The Gap, but you spent the summers training to be a rescue diver and EMT.
There wasn’t much you couldn’t do, so it was no surprise that after college, you put in an application for Quantico. When men in suits showed up at your door, though, it wasn’t the FBI. Back then he was known as Agent Coulson and he immediately sold you on the idea of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
You were happy being an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and then the Battle of New York happened. Then came AIM, followed by Ultron, and finally those idiots you work with decided to get their panties in a bunch and turn on one another. That was the last straw for Director Coulson. He knew what you thought of The Team, so he knew you wouldn’t get all “star struck” and lose focus of your agenda. You were assigned to basically babysit them and keep them from trying to kill each other again. It wouldn’t be so bad, but they were the most unruly bunch of misfits you’d ever had the misfortune of encountering.