The sound of my alarm clock filled the quiet appartement. I layed there and just stared at the clock for a second wishing it would just stop, knowing I had to get up and do it myself.
My memory started to gather itself, yesterday I had ran out crying after finding some blonde chick in my bed with my now called ex.
And then I remembered.
'SHIT! THE JOB INTERVIEW-'
I had a job interview at Stark industries..
It would be everybody's dream to at least step foot in that place! Being around Tony Stark just being able to speak to the man was anybody's dream.
I put on the light blue dress I had bought a few days prior for the 'big event'...
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| Stark tower |
I started at the sign, hands shaking not Looking where I was looking and-
'I am so sorry-'
'Bucky.'
'I didn't mean to spill your coffee uh- Bucky. I have an interview and I just the uh- nerves I guess. You now what? I should probably just shut up and—'
I grab the pack of wipes I had in my purse and attempt to clean his now coffee stained shirt
'I uh-'
He took my two hands, held them and simply said
'It's fine, your the girl Stark was talking about right?'
'Uh yeah..? I think?'
He saw I was lost-
'Let me show you inside, il bring you to Stark and just forget the whole thing'
He smiled with every word spoken and I was so dazed in his beautiful blue eyes the only thing I did was nod.
'Stark.'
'Y/N! Your—'
He stopped and I finished his sentence.
'Late- I know! I'm sorry mister Stark an accident happened on my way in and I uh-'
His eyes trailed off to Bucky's shirt which was drenched in coffee.
'Your hired.'
'What-?'
'You-are-hired-?'
'Want me to spell it out for y'a'
'But- why, I didn't even do the interview?'
'Well you see, your the first person Bucky actually talks to without us forcing him to. So if your capable of something that impossible- I'm more than sure your tough enough to be my secretary'
He winked. I was shocked. And Bucky seemed pissed of Stark talking about him like that.
It seems like I'm gonna have to get used to so much-
YOU ARE READING
It started with a mess
FantasyRushing to your interview, fazinated by the Stark sign, you run into someone numbing into them, causing you to make a coffee mess over his shirt...
