Right Person, Wrong Number (Wrong Number AU)

Part 6

You: do ever feel like a plastic bag?

Bucky: what?

You: drifting through the wind. wanting to start again?

Bucky: I think so?

Bucky: wait a minute

Bucky: you're quoting katy perry

You: dammit! you just haaaaad to ruin it.

Bucky: i'm just that clever, dollface ;)

You scoffed as you walked down the street in the morning hustle and bustle of Manhattan. Your head nodding to your music and your phone gripped tightly in your hand as you texted Bucky. You didn't understand how even in the early mornings he still managed to be charming. It was like his super power. It irritated and delighted you.

You: i gotta say what's on my mind

Bucky: okay. go ahead.

You: something about us doesn't seem right these days

Bucky: what do you mean? I thought everything was fine.

You: Life keeps getting in the way

Bucky: WHY ARE YOU QUOTING HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL?! YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!

You: I'M SORRY!

You: YOU KNOW HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL?!

Bucky: you tell no one of this.

Bucky: I have a special set of skill. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.

You:...is it weird that I'm slightly turned on right now?

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Your last text had Bucky laughing to himself as he walked into SHIELD Corp. head down, looking at his phone, anxiously waiting for you to reply. As he went through security, his eyes never left the little device in his hands.

Bucky: Liam Neeson definitely has that effect on people, doesn't he?

You: 6ft and 4in of beautiful Irish art.

Bucky: Oh yeah. Totally loved him as Qui Gon Jinn. He totally deserved better.

You: ugh! don't get me started!

Bucky: wait...do you like the prequels?

You: I'm gonna be honest, I have a fondness over them because I watched them growing up and that was where my love for Star Wars came from...

Bucky: you mean to say that your love for star wars didn't come from watching the originals?!

Bucky: we can't do this anymore.

Bucky: I'm breaking up with you

You: I didn't even know we were dating! What the hell Bu-"

"Bucky?" Bucky lifted his head to see Sam staring at him, giving him a knowing look and his assistant, Eileen, looking at him awkwardly yet expectantly.

"I'm sorry, huh?"

Sam scoffed, "Eileen was talking to you. Asking if you're still up for the interview and photoshoot with Sheer Magazine."

Bucky was confused, "Uh yeah. I guess so. Why are we doing a thing with Sheer Magazine?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "They're doing an article for the top ten successful start-up companies. You and I are number one. Which means we get front page," he nudged Bucky excitedly.

Bucky, still confused, asked his friend and business partner, "Why am I just now hearing about this?"

He shrugged, "Probably because you've been all heart eyes for this girl you've been talking to for-how long has it been now? A month or two? Anyway, you're so lovestruck the building could be on fire and you wouldn't even know it! You're so crazy about this girl that if Eileen told you I was tragically murdered, you'd probably smile and nod and say 'That's great!' then go back to texting this chick! You're so-"

"Alright, Sam! Geez! I get it!" He pushed past him and walked towards his office, already wanting the day to be over.

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You had run into Wanda in the lobby of Sheer Magazine. You both sighed. Another day at work. You linked arms with each other and marched in sync to the elevators.

"Let's hope the journalist Gods are on our side today," you groaned and Wanda nodded in agreement. You both continued to walk together, arm in arm, until you had to divide to sit at your respective desks.

Wanda let out a big sigh as she saw how many awaiting voicemails were on her phone. She peeked over at your desk, "Got five callbacks. Cross your fingers." she then sat down with paper and a pen at the ready. She picked up the phone and began to go through the messages writing who was okay with doing an interview and photoshoot, who couldn't make it, and who had more questions.

Twenty minutes later, she rolled over into your cubicle, "The Gods have blessed us! Three are good to go, one is a no, and the other is pending."

"Yes!" you gave her a high five, "So who are the three?" you looked at her excitedly.

Wanda looked at her list, "Thor Odinson from Asgard Inc., Hope van Dyne from Pym Technologies, and James Barnes and Sam Wilson from SHIELD Corp."