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Cherry || Chapter 1: A Crimson Deception

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Series

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🍒Series Summary: As a superhero, you always believe in the good that comes with it, and the feeling of bringing hope to people's eyes makes your heart flutter. That is… Until you witness your teammates murdering your husband. Now your world is upside down, and the people you once deemed your enemies are offering you some help. Will you take the bait? Or bury your head in the sand?

🍒Chapter Summary: It's your wedding anniversary, and what should be a special night takes a dark turn for the absolute worst.

🍒Date: 7/28

🍒Rating: Explicit

🍒Word Count: 4788

🍒Warning: Possible OOC with canon characters (?)But there's a reason for that); Major description of Blood and Murdering; Major Language; Brock Rumlow deserves his own warning; Minor Lemar Hoskins x Reader; Betrayal; Canon character death; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

🍒A/N: Here it is. The first chapter of the series. Hopefully everyone enjoys it :) But, sadly there's no Bucky in this just yet. Only you and your "teammates" >:)))

And apologies for this taking longer than planned. Work has been... stressful I leave it at that. But I'll try not leave y'all hanging again!

As a superhero, you always believe in the good that comes with it.

You didn’t care about the fame or even the fortune that came your way. Nope. All you cared about was the feeling of happiness every time you saved someone, or used your abilities to stop the enemies from getting away. In your mind, that’s what makes a hero; And that’s what a hero should be about. So…

Why are you staring at something like… like…

Like this?

You could feel yourself shaking in your boots. Your wobbling hand hovering over your open mouth. Your pupils shrunken so small. Your heart beating against your chest; The sound was in your ears, boxing them in.

You watch as your teammate -yes- your fucking teammate stand up, the red ooze dripping off his knuckles, and then sigh with… relief. A blissful, horrifying sound of relief. You almost gagged when he softened his facial expression and cold eyes, along with the two other people present around the body. Then, to give you more of the creeps, they all started talking like this was just a normal, sane, Sunday night activity. The same Sunday of your—

You bite down on your tongue. Hard. You couldn't even finish that sentence. There’s no way you could as you were holding back a scream and tried to take these last few minutes in, but you felt your brain struggling to process it. You can’t dare to take it all in.

Your teammates,

Your friends,

The people you trusted, they were…

Were…

Cold blooded killers.

But before you could even think of anything else, do anything else, you felt someone’s hand over your mouth, and pull into the darkness—

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

// Fifteen Hours Earlier //

A teenager wiped the sweat from his brow as his friend continued to ramble words on this extremely hot day in the city. They ignored the bit of a daze from the sun they had as they stopped at the crosswalk, awaiting for the walking sign to appear.

“-Dude, I’m so excited for ‘Through The Walls 2’.” One said, all bubbling with happiness, as the movie advertisement on a passing bus reminded him of a still fresh memory.

The other boy chuckled, almost rolling his eyes. “The first one was terrible. I’m all about ‘The House of Magic’.” He replies, getting the sign to walk across.

“That movie?” A scoff. “You do realize that Ghost can take on Glamour anytime, right?”

“How? Ghost stays invisible most of the time.”

“Exactly!” He exclaims, as they finally made it to the other side. “She creeps around the enemy, and then… BOOM!!! Goodbye, Motherfuckers!”

“Yeah, but Glamour can use magic to make her visible. How about that?”

“You just don’t want to admit you’re wrong.”

“How am I wrong? I’m–”

The screeching of tires roared behind, followed by sirens belonging to cop cars. The two boys watch an armored truck start plowing through vehicles, and anything in its way. They started tugging on one another, screaming for each other to start running; But fear mixed with adrenaline was never a good combination, as one of them fell flat on their face.

Luckily for them, you were right behind the chaos.

Springing yourself quickly off the rooftop, you landed firmly in front of the boys, letting the truck barreling right into your back. Not moving an inch, and fighting back the whiplash, You felt the metal and steel being ripped apart; You felt the glass and bolts brushing against your skin, the smell of money and ink peppering your nose. It only took a few seconds to find yourself in the back compartment, some of the bank robbers laying around with a zapped look in their eyes.

Poor sods, you thought, and give them a cheeky smile before rendering them completely unconscious.

Four down. Now the two to go.

You blew the strain of hair from your face before pushing open the doors with ease, only to be met with an unpleasant sight. You saw the two drivers, already bloody and bruised, holding their guns against the teenagers’ heads.

You clench your jaw, but you keep a steady and calm expression. "What do you think you're doing, Fellas?" You asked, stalling as much as you could.

You knew your partner was right behind you, waiting to make his grand entrance like usual. You just hope he gets here soon, because the crazy look in your opponents’ eyes could set anyone on edge. You had a nasty gut feeling that their threats weren’t to be taken lightly.

"Stay back, Freak!" One of them said, pressing the barrel further into the trembling boy’s skull. “Stay fucking back!”

You slowly raise your hands up, showing no signs that you’ll be a threat. “Easy, fellas. I’m not moving. I swear.” You say, watching them start taking small steps backwards, trying to get away.

"Let us go! And no one gets hurt." The other finishes, pressing the barrel further too, but his actions didn’t last long, as a throwing knife was soon embedded into his hand.

He howled in pain just as the deliverer showed up, standing beside you. The other gunman throws the kid to the side, and begins shooting at the two of you, only for your partner to take the hits; The bullets ricocheted off his charcoal colored armor, barely even making a dent. You both waited as the magazine was completely emptied, the enemy’s face glowed with fear as your partner faced you.

“Will you do the honors, Ma’am?” He said, and you can tell he was smirking under his full coverage helmet.

You return the expression, and let the tips of your fingers glow purple, before you send a small wave of electricity towards the gunmen, sending them flying across the street. Their bodies fall to a sleeping state, just like you planned.

As the dust around you began to settle, the teenagers stared in awe as they got to their feet. You could practically see the joy coming off of them as they eyeballed the two of you.

“You boys okay?” Your partner asked, getting them all hype that they were even being talked to by the city’s own superheroes.

"Whoa.” One of them said, tugging on his friend’s arm. “Crossbones! And Lady Amethyst!"

"Can we get a picture?" The other asked, almost pleading.

“Of course you can.” You said, chirpy as ever. “Right, Bones?”

“Yeah, of course. Anything for a fan.” He said, gesturing to them to get close.

Just like always, when one picture gets taken, more follows. You wouldn’t be surprised you took a hundred today between talking with the police, or answering questions from nosy news reporters. It was just all part of the job, the lifestyle you chose to follow (not that you were complaining, though). After you and your partner were done, you both rode back to the tower, which was the ninety-nine story skyscraper in the middle of New York; It acted as the heroes’ offices and living quarters. Your HQ.

You were greeted with the usual cheers from the employees as you and Crossbones entered the building, smiling and nodding as usual before taking the express elevator up to the very top. The man next to you sighed, sliding his helmet off and shaking his sweaty hair.

“One day, Y/N, I’ll be able to match you in speed.” He says, and you chuckle.

“You wish, Brock. You wish.” You teased back, taking your domino mask off as well, relaxing.

The doors chimed open right in front of the statues of the Thunderbolts’ (yes, that was your team name) members. You always thought it was a little cheesy that it was there. The way the weird colored stone that touches the ceiling, or maybe you were just salty because your face seemed a bit wobbly.

“That was fantastic!” Your teammate, John, shouted as soon as you two entered the meeting room. “And in a record time I may say.”

“Were you dragging behind again, Brock?” Erik said, leaning back in his seat as he passed.

“Ha, Ha, funny.” Brock said, slapping him in his shoulder.

“Like a turtle.” You said, getting a round of laughter. Your eyes light up as you see your husband making his way over to you, walking around the table. “Hi, Honey.”

“You did great, Baby.” Lemar said, before giving a quick peck on your lips. (Very quickly, you thought, which was very odd to say the least. And there was a slight racing in his steps too. What was going on?) “Happy Anniversary.”

Your smile got bigger, ignoring it for just a moment of peace. “Happy Anniversary.”

But you couldn’t put it on the back burner, you couldn’t put it to the side. You see his smile stay, but you suddenly could feel the aura around him change slightly. You could see the spark in his eyes dimming, and his hands around your waist tightening subtly. You frowned with concern, your teammates behind him fading away.

“Lemar?” You whisper just for him. You could tell something was bothering him, you knew well enough to know when. But why was the million dollar question. “What’s going–”

“Can I talk to you about our dinner tonight?” He said, loud enough for the room. Weird, but you didn’t protest.

Yet.

“Uh… Sure.” You said, letting him lead the way. He tugs on your hand out of the room, letting the voices of your teammates blur away again.

“Don’t go too far! We might get called out again!” John says, peppy.

“Wear protection, Lovebirds!” Erik adds, smug.

You rolled your eyes at that last one, your cheeks immediately feeling hot and pink. God, you forget how embarrassed you can get easily. You still wonder how you even managed to get a first date with your Husband without slurring your words the whole night. As you try to hold onto that memory, Lemar continues to pull you down the hall, looking for a spit to stop and tuck the both of you In. It ended up being a small corner, one out of earshot and some sight you quickly picked up.

You let a sly smile creep up on your lips soon after. “So, this is a little dangerous to be doing this out in the open, you know?” You said, flirtatiously, wondering if you misread his body language earlier.

Oh, How you were wrong.

“Y/N, listen–” Lemar begins, his smile dropping. “I don’t really have time to explain everything right now because… well…”

You watch his eyes flicker towards the ceiling, trailing to a security camera that was barely visible from where you were. He clenches his jaw, and you frown again. This was so not like him. All jittery and not his ever-so-calm self. It was starting to scare you.

“Lemar?” You said, getting his attention. “What’s going on?”

He squeezes your hand. “Listen, just in case this mission goes south, or… I-I don’t make it to dinner tonight-” Another squeeze. “Promise me that you won’t come looking for me right away.”

You furrow your brows, visibly confused. What the hell was he talking about? “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“Y/N–”

“You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Your mind started searching for some kind of reasonable answer. “Are you involved in something?”

He shakes his head quickly. Too quickly. “No, I’m–”

“Hey, Lemar! Where you at?” John’s voice carried across the corridor.

You watched as your husband seemed to curse mentally, pulling away from you; But not before he squeezed your hand in a desperate, needy way. It made your heart ache for a reason you can’t quite explain yet.

John soon appears, a huge grin on his face, all pumped up for whatever was planned.

“Hey, we’re up!” He continues, strolling over to his friend. “Hostage situation. Police are saying that we might need to sneak in at this point since the offenders aren’t budging. They’re blowing off all cooperation.”

“Sounds exactly like the job for us.” Lemar said, painting his pearly whites back on.

John copies his expression before facing you. “I’ll try to get him back as quickly as I can, Milady.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, their expression finding its way on your features. “I’m counting on it, Johnny-Boy.”

Lemar snorts and hits him in the shoulder. “That’s my wife, man. Ease off.”

John holds his hands up. “Hey, I’m taken too, you know. Now, say your goodbyes quickly. Can’t waste anymore time.”

“Right, Right.” He gives you another quick (very passionate) kiss on the lips. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat lovingly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

You didn’t miss the slight falter in his eyes as he pulled away, leaving a new horrible feeling in your gut. Your mind suddenly reels itself back to the conversation, and your body tells you to run after them.

You didn’t even realize you were running.

You were rapidly running down the hall towards the elevator, your feet carrying yourself with hesitation. Through the cracks of the door, you met their startled faces.

“Lemar! John!” You said, choking on your words. What exactly were you supposed to say? You nearly choked on the ones you should have. “Be careful.”

John just smirks at your kindness, but your husband?

Well…

He just continued to frown as the doors shut between the two of you.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You being worried was a huge understatement, but you desperately tried not to read too much into the situation as you paced around your room in the tower. You tried to not think about it, you tried to ignore it as just fictitious paranoia, I mean…

You guys were superheroes. Every day could be your last, and maybe Lemar was just paranoid about some big reconnaissance missions coming up.

You would just nod or just shake your head at every answer you managed to come up with.

Yeah, Yeah. That sounds right.

But you were far from right and you knew it deep down.

You tried taking a shower, but the quietness in your bathroom kept pulling you into your thoughts. You tried watching some TV, but your thumb kept swiping to every news station available. You tried to take a cat nap, but the feeling of being in your guy’s bed, alone was making your heart race. So here you are, sitting on your vanity bench, attempting to put on your makeup for your anniversary dinner in less than 2 hours. You managed to get on some cherry red lipstick and some mascara, but it was so hard to focus right now (which is a shame, you were so damn good at putting on makeup if you say so yourself).

You sighed and put the brush down. You haven’t even picked out what you wanted to wear tonight; You were still wearing your PJs which were old sweatpants and baggy shirt of a band you love. Your hair was put up in a messy bun, and your strands held back by a little black headband. You were a complete utter mess.

Another sigh, and you decided you gotta stop living in your head and get things done. You push yourself off the bench, making your way to walk-in closet, already aiming for a certain one. You smile, fingertips brushing against the red dress with roses cut into the lace. You may be called Lady Amethyst due to your glowing purple eyes, but you honestly loved red. Any shade was fine by you. Speaks to you. You even had a nice pair of shoes picked out already.

As you were ready to take it off the hook when your heel hits something behind. You looked down where your husband’s shoes would be, finding a large suitcase half opened. Your brows pushed together, and you let go of the dress, getting on your knees to roll the luggage out a bit more. As soon as you did that, something slipped through the cracks of the zipper. You reached down to pick up the little blue books with the golden stamps on the front. Your eyes widened.

This is… our passports? You open them up to confirm it, and now your worries have doubled. Why did your husband grab your passport? You guys didn’t request any long periods of time off.

Lemar, what are you doing?

You heard a knock on your door, nearly startling you. “Coming!” You shout, praying you’ll see his face on the other side. You didn’t though. Instead you were met with your bright blue eyed friend. “John?”

“Hey, Y/N.” He said, looking exhausted. Even his suit seems more worn down than earlier (that hostage situation must have been rough). “I came to get my keys.”

“Keys?” You said, giving him a strange look.

“Yeah, my car keys. I let Lemar take my car back here early while I talked to the police, you know since you guys are having dinner.” John must have noticed you palling because his friendly exterior fell flat. “Why? Is he not here?”

“When did you send him?” You asked, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice.

“About… three hours ago. Is he seriously not here?”

“No. He’s not.”

John frowns. “That’s… odd. Did he meet you at the restaurant? But that would be way too early.”

“No shit.” You bite your lip and think. Now your worries have tripled in price. “Shit…”

Your eyes start frantically looking around, landing on your own set of keys and snatching them before throwing on a sweatshirt, not bothering to sip it up. You gesture John to move out of your way, closing and locking your door.

“Let’s go check the garage. See if he even returned.” You said, earning a nod from John who was just on edge like you. God, you hoped and prayed you would see the car in the garage.

As you rode the elevator down, you anxiously started asking questions.

"When you mean by your car, it wasn't your personal one, right?" You and your team had specific vehicles, one that was your own personal vehicle that you used when you're a civilian; The other one is the company’s, used only when you're out stopping crime.

"No, we took the company one." He said, just as the door slides open, and you both begin your trek to the parking spot.

John cursed upon seeing his spot empty. Now you feel your stomach coil tighter. This could not be happening. Especially on this day. You clenched your jaw, trying to hold it together, and marched over to the otherside of the lot, where all the personal vehicles were. Once in view, you ran up to your husband’s Jeep and peeked inside. His nice button up shirt and pants were hung up in your view, staying in the same position since this morning. He left in the car just in case he had to meet you at the restaurant for whatever reason.

“Fuck…” You muttered, grabbing the sides of your head. “Fuck.”

Lemar, what the hell is going on? What are you–

You felt John’s hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your twisted thoughts.

“Hey, don’t freak out on me yet. I know it’s scary, but we’re going to figure this out. Okay?” He says, reassuringly (but even you can tell there was fear in his undertone).

You nod slowly. “Okay. But what do we do?”

“Look, I’ll head back to where we were earlier, if there’s nothing there I’ll follow up with the police department I and Lemar worked with today. Meanwhile, I want you to head to the restaurant, see if he’s there.”

You nod again, more determinedly. “Okay.”

“Alright. If he’s not there, Y/N, I need you to call me okay? We might have to get the others involved when they get back.”

You felt like your throat was closing up on you, but you gave him another shake of your head in understandment.

“I will.” You fish out your keys from your pocket, unhooking a set of them and handing them over. “Here, you can take mine. I’ll drive my bike over there.”

“Alright.” He says, closing his fist around him. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful. I don’t like how this is feeling.”

You frown with all the emotions you were feeling right now. And it showed greatly.

Me neither.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You practically ran inside the restaurant after parking your bike, giving a quick apology to the couple you almost hit with the door. You went up to the hostess who was organizing the area.

“Ma’am?” You said, getting her attention. “I’m sorry, but I was wondering if my husband was already here? The reservation should be under Hoskins.”

“Hoskins?” She said, flipping open the book, eyes gazing quickly through. “Hoskins, party of 2 for nine-thirty?”

You eagerly shake your head. “Yes.”

“No, I’m sorry. It doesn’t look like anyone’s checked in yet.” She replies, before checking her watch. “It’s only ten minutes till then. If you want to wait and see if he shows up.”

Ten minutes? You thought about waiting, you thought about holding on the little slimmer of hope that he might just come through the doors, but your mind reels back to the empty parking spot and outfit in the Jeep. Something’s telling you that you’re holding onto a false hope.

You swallow. “Thanks.” You muttered and left.

You rode around the city blocks, keeping your eyes peeled under your visor for anything out of the ordinary. You kept an eye on the time, your fingers aching to almost call John.

Almost.

Almost because you saw a small crowd around two vehicles parked against a curb. You flipped a quick U-Turn, pulling up a few feet away, taking off your helmet and jogging over. You noticed some folks with their phones out taking some pictures, people even posing in front of the car.

John’s car.

Lemar. You thought, hopeful.

“-Do you think US Agent will let me get a picture with him?” A young fan asked his friend.

“As long as Crossbones lets me have a pic with him.”

You raised an eyebrow at that question.

Crossbones? You wandered around the crowd, soon noticing Brock’s car parked in front.

Why is Brock here? Unless…

You looked around the area, realizing this wasn’t the best part of town.

There’s trouble.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You hopped over another fence after checking your surroundings, making sure no civilians were following. The last thing you need is a crazed fan finding out who you were or getting involved in whatever Lemar and Brock were in. You sigh quietly at that and keep moving, keeping your senses peeled for anything. When you said this wasn’t the best part of town was spot on, and although this area is mostly abandoned, there are still sometimes where these empty places are filled with druggies or cartel folks.

It made you sad in some way because some older folks at work told you this used to be a nice area growing up. However, you can’t hang onto that because if your husband and teammate were here right now means something big might be happening. You just prayed it’s not going to get out of hand.

You were about to round a corner when you heard a shout. Not a particularly loud one but you heard it. Familiar too.

Your heart sunk and you sprung into action. You wiggle your way carefully into the warehouse, staying as hidden as you could behind all these left behind crates and converter belts that smelled like old food. You scrunched up your sensitive nose a little, holding back the feeling to gag. How could this city just leave it like this?

But you push that thought away as the sound grows louder. Your back was pretty much scraping against the back wall as you squinted in the darkness, gaze trailing on the center of the room. Basking in the moonlight was not only Brock in his uniform, but two more of your teammates as well. Erik was there in his shiny black and gold outfit, and the other woman in the group, Agatha. You tilted your head at the scene, watching them seem to be beating the living shit out of someone.

You furrowed your brows. It was odd seeing Agatha using physical force rather than her abilities. But there had to be a reason for that. So you shook your head and walked carefully, quietly towards them. You weren’t really supposed to be helping/stopping anybody outside of costume. It's a strict policy to keep your identities safe. So you waited, waiting to see if you were desperately needed. But when Erik threw that nasty kick to the face, and the silhouette of the person came into your view, you froze.

There was your husband, still in his uniform, bloody, broken, and bruised. A black right eye and a busted lip dripping crimson ooze. You almost screamed his name on the spot, but the words seemed to die on your tongue.

You watched as Agatha giggled delightfully, and Erik's ghastly grin stretched across his face, All while Brock just made tsk-tsk sounds at him.

“Oh, Lemar, Lemar, Lemar.” Brock said, kneeling before him. “Oh, Lemar, if only you just kept your nosy ass out of our business, then none of this would have happened. Honestly. The truth is–”

He touches your husband’s face, making him wince painfully, continuing, “I never really wanted to kill anyone on my team. I really do see so much potential in all of you, it’s insane.”

His light laughs made your stomach turn in a way they’ve never done before. It made you physically ill on many levels.

“However…” Brock rants on, his grin starting to falter a bit. “You just had to do this. You just had to figure out how the game is really played. You had to play God. Well–” He pulls him closer. “That’s going to cost you, my friend.”

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your nerves calm as you searched for an opening to interfere.

Brock’s grin grew again, even more sinister than before, with an unnerving proposition behind it. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure your wife’s taken care of. I’ll make sure to be there when she needs me. I’ll hold her at your funeral, and I’ll whisper the comforting things she wants to hear. And maybe…”

He licks his lips at a sudden thought. “Maybe she’ll let me in enough to take care of her. Show her what a real man is. You know?”

As your eyes shined purple for flight—

You watched as Brock snapped Lemar’s neck with ease.

You stifle a gasp with your hand, bolting back into the shadows, behind a crate where you crouched behind. All your confidence was crushed away with that scene.

No…

No fucking way you just saw that.

There’s no way that your friend just—

Oh, god. No.

You peeked around the corner, the salt blurring your vision, but you still manage to make out Brock standing up, blood dripping off his knuckles and sighing with relief.

“Oh, finally.” He said, stretching his arms out, face softened a little. “I was starting to think we wouldn’t catch him.”

“But we did. Thanks to Mr. Stevens here.” Agatha said, praising her murder buddy.

“Just doing my job.” Erik said, shrugging her off. “So, Brock? How do we do this? What are we going to report in?”

“I’m thinking. Give me a minute.” Brock replies, sounding irritated.

“Well we don’t have all day. Remember, it’s this fucker’s anniversary. Y/N and probably John are probably looking for him. You know?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a minute. Damn. I think of–”

But you didn’t listen to the solution he was coming with. You couldn’t. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t—

God you almost sobbed loudly on the spot. You almost mourned his name. But you needed to leave. You needed to leave. You needed to leave.

You. Needed. To. Leave.

Now.

You scramble to your feet, hopefully not making too much noise by doing so. Adrenaline is surging through your veins, giving you the will to get the fuck out of here.

You had to go. You had to run. You had to get to John. The police. Somebody! Anybody but them. You just needed to get out of here to breathe, to think. To figure out what the hell that was all about.

But that all went out of the window when you felt someone’s hand over your mouth, and pulled into the depth of darkness…

Silencing your screams.

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wandamyconfort · 11 months

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if I were you.. | CH.2

wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

summary: y/n is best friends with vision, who ironically, is the boyfriend of his worst enemy, wanda maximoff. until one night, when the clock struck midnight, they are both struck by something mysterious that completely changes the fate of their best friends, including a certain redhead… be careful what you wish for.

CH.1

sorry for any translation errors, english is not my first language

You woke up at 6:00 a.m. sharp as usual. I did this every day even on weekends so as not to lose the habit. Soon went to the bathroom to do his facial skin cleanse followed by 30 minutes of elliptical bike. a relaxing shower to soon after get dressed. a black blouse, jeans and white sneakers. you went downstairs quickly and ate breakfast.

Punctually at 8:00 a.m. you was at school, ready for another day that was already promptly scheduled; First class in history, Biology, Physics II and Mathematics. Then about 10 minutes to clear yourself of the likely scratch cards that were yet to come from Wanda, Valkyrie, Sam or Bucky. Then would perform his solo at the club leaving everyone else dumbfounded and dying of envy of his talent. Not to forget, of course, Mrs. Miller who would try to ruin his life. And later after school would go home to Vision to help him with his subjects which he was still struggling.

Vision left his girlfriend's house before the sun came up. Wanda's parents liked her boyfriend, but didn't find it at all pleasant for the boy to enjoy the moment. Since they had to spend the night out for work reasons.

Natalya and Erik worked together because they were two successful entrepreneurs. They had to always be traveling to conferences, meetings, outreaches, and partnerships with other companies. The trips were sometimes to cities closer but also distant, requiring them to stay up to four days away. That was one thing Wanda and vision had in common: the absence of her parents.

But Mrs. Agnes was the one who rescued the girl's parents. A very nice lady who bordered on 70 years old, gray hair and expressive blue eyes.

Wanda had her as a grandmother, or rather a second mother.

The lady who lived alone, despite having a granddaughter who lived in New York with her father, had been caring for Wanda since the frauds. She had a huge affection for the girl that only tended to increase.

Her house was close by, next to her own. To be sure. In her room, the girl was near the window that facilitated communication between them without having to go to the other's house.

- Banana and... Bacon? - asked moving closer to his bedroom window.

The woman nodded with her infectious smile as she stirred the pot.

- Are you coming for coffee or need a formal invitation? - Agnes asked, raising her gaze.

Wanda didn't think twice about running to her grandmother's house. she would never turn down bananas and a good bacon.

(...)

- Your clothes... I don't know what classification to put them in. - She said, as she analyzed you from head to toe.You just rolled your eyes.

- Y/N, l mean it... I've offered you a redesign but I don't know why it costs to refuse... Look at me. - Took a turn for you to analyze the look. - I'm from Celine today. - she said with a proud smile referring to the brand of your clothing as you looked at it as if it had three heads.

- Get out of the way, freak. - Insulted Bucky followed by a scratch card by one of his friends.

-Thug! - she let go as he took a deep breath covered by the newly scratched card.

- I think your Celine outfit is a lot better now. - You can't help it, trying your best to hold back the laughter.

Natasha ignored it.

"My eyes are burning," she paused for a moment and went back to talking still static. - My clothes will stain and my hair that took me hours to tidy up... And now see how it is! - She let out a scream tapping her foot angrily.

-Comes... Let's go to the bathroom. I help you.

(...)

It was exactly 7:30 p.m. when you arrived at the vision house. The boy opened the door and made a funny grimace.

- Punctual, huh? - Smiled letting you walk past him.

- As always. - she added and smiled when saw his mother in sight there.

- Good evening, Mrs. Stark.

- Hey, good night, Y/n! - Smiled friendly at the girl. - I already told you it's just pepper. Without that Mrs.

you blushed in agreement.

"Son, I'm going to have to be on call again today. It was an unforeseen event, Patricia asked me to replace her and I could not deny it... But I've already prepared dinner. - Argued for vision while fiddling with something inside the bag.

The boy sighed shaking his head in agreement.

- Feel at home, honey. - she said goodbye to the two of them by placing a kiss on each other's foreheads. Already near the door she looks at the vision and smiles.

- Mom Loves You.

Vision just gave a half smile listening to the door of the house closing.

- You should tell her. - You filled the silence that had become.

- Say what?

- Vision... Don't make a fool of yourself. To say that you miss her, her company. Saying you wanted her to spend more time with you. Who loves her!

- I don't know what you're talking about. - He tried to disguise himself while looking at the ground.

-Let's go... Stop. I know you very well. - Got close to him stroking the boy's arm.

"I'm your soul sister, remember?" I know you like the back of my hand.

"So let's go, my soul sister, take my math questions because I'm completely lost. Since the teacher arrives saying "Good morning, class!" I get lost. - he tried to change the subject by making her friend laugh.

He led you into the living room where there were several books on the table.

"And there we go," - you whispered.

(...)

The night quickly followed. You tried to help him with all the doubts without realizing that the hours were passing. He looked at the time on his cell phone and almost had a heart attack when he realized it was 11:27 p.m.

- My parents must already be worried, I have to go.

- Yes, of course. I accompany you. - He said already getting up and screwing up his whole body making a grimace appear on his face when he heard several streaks that to you, were agonizing.

- No need. I'm walking and it's not even that far, just a few blocks...

- I'm not crazy about letting you go alone, especially at this time. Not even thinking. - Grabbed his coat that was on the couch and put it on.

"Okay," rolled his eyes. - I'd really be scared to death of going it alone.

-I know. I know you like the back of my hand. - Smiled repeating the same phrase she had used hours ago.

(...)

It was cold and You ran his hands over his arms to try and warm himself in vain. When he realized it, he instantly took off his coat and gave it to you, who smiled thankfully. You both traced the path by talking about trivial things without being able to avoid spontaneous laughter until you stood on your feet staring at something. The boy frowned looking at you and followed gaze. There was a fountain with a large gray statue in the center, very beautiful. you who adorned that huge almost empty square. had never noticed that source there, so you assumed it had been placed recently. Without holding back, they came closer, exploring her.

They just watched her for a while until her voice broke the silence.

- Vision... Why are you with wanda? I swear I don't understand. - It's been a while since you've wanted to ask that.

-Why not? I like it, simple. - Said friendly.

- I honestly don't understand how anyone can like wanda maximoff. She's so... urg. - He shook his head in disgust.

- You say that because you don't really know her. -Retorted. You snorted looking at him.

- I also don't understand how I can be friends with Sam and Bucky's idiots. They're disgusting!

- I'm not friends with them! We're just teammates on the same football team and that's it. You don't see me talking to them, do you? - He shrugged. - And it wouldn't go down well either, since they threw scratch cards in my face when I was a rookie.

- You said it. - Retorted sarcastically

- I don't know what you're complaining about so much, Y/n. Your life is perfect! - you laughed incredulously hearing that.

- No kidding, right, Stark.

- i'm serious. You are decisive, you don't care what others think of you. You know where you came from, where you're going, you have two parents who love you and who will always be by your side. you has an amazing voice for just a seventeen-year-old girl. you has a bright future as a singer, always knew what you wanted and fights to achieve it tooth and nail... And me. He looked at himself letting out a nosey laugh. - I'm a guy who has no idea what he's going to do after high school, I don't know where I'm going... What good is this 'popularity' now, if in a few years it will be worth nothing?

- What are you talking about? - She asked incredulously. - My life sucks! Everyone sees me as a loser and deep down I really feel that way. I'm not as determined as you think, I try to show myself like this to camouflage my insecurities and not feel like garbage like everyone makes me feel. You are the Quarterback of the team, handsome, popular, all the girls die of love for you. Date the most beautiful and popular girl there, everyone loves you there and... - You rambled and Vision rolled his eyes.

- that's enough!. - He snorted, interrupting his speech. - Don't fuck, Y/n...

- Your life that's perfect here! - You finished by tapping your foot.

- It's yours. -Insisted.

They began a discussion about the perfect life monologue between them. you turned your back on him crossing your arms with a frown ending the argument, Vision did the same. Their breaths were flawed from the debate. They stayed like that for a few seconds, not knowing each other's next move, they both turned forward screaming together:

- I wish I had your life! - They shouted in coincidence, actually ending the discussion.

The pole light flashed instantly and shattered startling you who took a step back. All the lights in the square began to flicker as they broke soon after, leaving the two of them staring at each other in the total darkness of the night.

(...)

you woke up early, at the usual time, slowly opening your eyes, still sleepy you headed for the bathroom when you stopped on your way looking at the bedroom.

What the hell am I doing in the vision's house? -you thought out loud looking around recognizing he friend's room.

- I remember going home and... - Murmured thoughtfully to herself. - Oh, shit! My parents are going to kill me... Sleeping here unannounced, they'll have the marine guard after me by now! - You raised your voice.

- You frowned. - Damn, I've gone hoarse. - This time you whispered, and choked, noticing that your voice was thick.

You didn't think twice and left the room, stunned and sleepy. You went down the stairs looking for the exit, you had to leave urgently and you would get out of there without waking anyone.

It was then that her reflection caught her attention in the mirror that adorned the wall in the large room. you frowned more and took a few steps back. The first thing she did was to widen her eyes, petrified, and cautiously observe if what her eyes stubbornly showed her was just a dream.

Slowly you moved hands up to his face, feeling it, now was sure that this was not a dream? It was a nightmare! You opened your mouth in horror and began to scream sterilely. Your eyes were still on the mirror that showed you the reflection of your friend Vision.

You screamed, screaming louder and louder.

- Son, what happened? Are you okay? - Questioned Pepper, newly awakened by the screaming, walking down the stairs in her pajamas, almost tripping over her own feet, totally frightened.you still had your eyes wide open. you didn't answer, just stared at your reflection in the mirror.- Son? Why are you screaming?

- she approached me, evidently concerned, touching the shoulder that was supposed to be your son. There were no answers to your questions.

- This can't be happening? - you hissed almost inaudibly. Hearing that thick voice, which was not her own, made her even more terrified. - If I'm here then vision is... - you whispered thoughtfully, and without finishing reasoning, walked quickly to the door with quick steps. you just didn't expect to fall. you wasn't used to those long legs.

you stood up again, grabbing the first pair of pants saw on the way. pepper stared at the scene in confusion.

- Where do you think you're going at this hour? - The woman asked as she saw him open the door.

- Don't worry, Mrs. Pepper, everything is fine! - you replied at last unconvincingly, his voice shaking terribly. you tried to calm himself by walking out the door, leaving the stunned and even more confused woman in the middle of the room.

- Mrs. Pepper? - she murmured confused.

(...)

every evening after dinner, scott and hope would sit in the living room in front of the fireplace and talk about banal things, accompanied by a good wine, which always made them go to bed later, which resulted in: they always woke up later the next morning.

you always reproached them for this. always saying that we should all get at least eight hours of sleep. But today you were grateful for that. You entered the house very easily with the extra keys that your parents left hidden in one of the flower pots in the garden.

she closed the door, trying not to make a sound. Her parents were completely unconscious on the living room floor. She walked cautiously up the stairs on her new long legs. If they woke up, she would be dead because she had been caught in the act. After all, what was the boy doing there at that time? She arrived in front of her door and began to knock, trying to make as little noise as possible.

- vision, open this door. - She whispered and knocked again.

You cursed yourself for always sleeping with the bedroom door locked, since you liked privacy, but at this moment you really wanted to break the damn door down and you were sure you could.

- Vision… Damn it, vision, wake up! - You increased the frequency of your knocking, realizing that you wouldn't wake the other one up.

The boy frowned, his eyes still closed.

- Y/n? - he asked lazily, still getting out of bed.

- Open the damn door! - Despair was already taking over his body when he heard a pair of footsteps downstairs.

- What are you doing here? - He didn't finish his sentence after opening his eyes and observing the place.

- Hey… What am I doing in your room?

- Vision, will you please open this fucking door?! - I was getting more and more nervous, impatient, scared, and afraid of what was going to happen behind that door.

- Hey, calm down, I'll be right there… - He speech died after opening the wooden door, now the two were face to face looking at each other in terror.

- You… but I… what?

Vision couldn't formulate a sentence so he limited himself to screaming. you entered, locking the door behind you and covering the boy's mouth to stop the screaming.

- Damn it, don't scream. You'll get my parents' attention! - you whispered.

- Will you be quiet? - vision shook his head frantically.

- W-what happened? - He managed to speak in a stutter, his eyes opening wider and wider as if it were still possible.

- I don't know. I have no idea, when I woke up I was like this. - She spoke quickly, apprehensive, looking at her body.

- If you are me and I am you, then… - He looked stunned at his new body and his eyes widened. - damn y/n… I HAVE BREASTS! - The boy shouted hysterically, running his hands over his body.

You, who hadn't stopped to notice this derealization, turned red, and became hysterical again.

- Oh, holy shit, I have too much volume between my legs.

Unlike Vision, you didn't dare to put your hand on the new body, you just looked down and even though you were wearing sweatpants you could feel it.

- Y/n, honey, is everything okay? - Scott's voice made itself present, knocking on the door, and you widened your eyes.

- Answer! - you whispered to vision remembering that you couldn't do it with that man's voice.

- Yes... Everything's fine baby! - The boy murmured in a shaky voice, trying to sound natural with that feminine voice. He scratched the back of his neck nervously at the girl's gaze on him.

- Everything's fine baby? - mumbled Scott, confused by his daughter's slang, but shrugged. - Come down, coffee is ready. - He said as he walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

slapped Vision on the head, who was now smaller than you.- Everything's fine, baby? Everything's fine, baby?

- I didn't mean it. I was nervous!- It's okay... - He sighed, running his hand through his hair and soon missed his long hair.

- Y/n, what are we going to do? I can't go home like this... - He spoke angrily on the edge of the bed.

- Calm down ... First let's think about what could have caused this. - Reasoned a little trying to keep calm walking from side to side with his hands in his hair.- Maybe it was something we ate...

- Don't be an idiot. No food, no matter how bad it was, couldn't have done such damage.

- Sorry, I'm nervous... - He stood up, tapping his foot on the floor at every moment without taking his eyes off the body he now occupied.

- Or maybe... - You looked at him who now occupied your body.

- Last night... When we came from your house... - You said thoughtfully pausing the words and Vision seemed to understand.

- In the square... - He followed your reasoning.

- The fountain...

- We wished...

- To have each other's lives! - They concluded together.

- No, no, not this! This can't be happening… I didn't mean it, and how is that possible? I was happy with my life, I want my body back! - The young man spoke in agony pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.

- I didn't mean it either, I was just trying to be nice. And this is all your fault, if you hadn't started with the 'Your life is perfect, y/n, blah blah blah' talk, none of this would have happened.

- My fault? It's your fault that you came up with all that monologue about the perfect life and 'Your life is perfect here, Vision'. - he imitated in annoying little Y/N voice, a perfect imitation, by the way, since the voice was her own.

You looked at him with a frown and went on. A small fight started between the two of you, who were now rolling on the floor of the room.

- Give me my body back! Give it back! - Vision shouted, his small body on top of the other as he squeezed what had been his face the night before as if he wanted to get her off him.

- No! You give me back my body! - you shouted, now taking control of the fight and standing over the other, pulling the brown hair that used to be his.

- Ouch, ouch, enough! - he pushed her. - This way we won't get anywhere! - Vision put an end to the fight.

- You're right... Instead of fighting let's try to find solutions to solve this. - she stood up and helped the other soon after. - And I think I already know where we start...

The two went out the back door without being seen by Scott who was watching TV. Hope was still asleep, now lying on the sofa. You, who now occupied the boy's body, were dressed in a blue tank top that made the blonde's statuesque body clearly visible. A pair of black sweatpants and sandals. Vision who occupied your body was wearing his pink pajamas and put only a jacket on top, they drove to the square where everything started.

When they arrived at the place they were surprised, for there was no fountain anywhere. But there was a huge hole where it used to be, with pipes in sight and some bricklayers assessing the place.

- What happened here? - Vision asked, approaching one of the bricklayers involved in the work.

The same one stopped his work looking at the two young people, immediately looked at Vision drying him, seeing that the unknown girl was wearing a baggy pink shorts leaving her legs showing. You, who was behind Vision, noticed this and made a face of disgust, clearing his throat.

- Ah, there was a problem with the plumbing, some pipes burst, that is, a disaster! We'll have to replace everything.

- And the fountain... where is it? - You in the friend's body asked, checking all around without any trace of it.

- It had to be removed while we fixed everything.

- But you don't know where they took it?

- Um... No. But if you go to the city hall, I think someone can tell you. - The youngsters didn't waste any time. The town hall was right in front of the square.

- Can you give us some information? - The person who occupied the Y/N body turned to the old receptionist, with a face that said 'I hate my job'.

- It's about the fountain that used to be in the square. We want to know where it is. - You who occupied the boy's body asked, already impatient.

- I don't know. - answered automatically while you were messing with the computer.

- What do you mean you don't know? For God's sake, it's a fountain with a huge statue right in the center.

- Calm down. - interrupted the boy next to her. - You'll have to excuse her... I mean, he! - He corrected himself when he noticed the confused look on the woman's face, who was now looking at them with an arched eyebrow. - It's just that that fountain was of great sentimental value to us... So if you would be so kind, could you help us, please?

- she rolled his eyes at the girl's plea. - not in town, I don't know exactly where are. There's no information here. - she said while his dark eyes checked the computer screen. - But it says here that he will be back. Well, let me see…

Your eyes scanned the screen and you started tapping your foot on the floor impatient with the delay.

- Ah... Here it is. In a month it will be back.

- ONE MONTH? - You shouted and some people who worked there looked at him. Vision, occupying her friend's body, elbowed her in the rib.

- Okay. Thanks! - Vision resigned himself. he knew she had nothing else to do but wait. He pulled his friend's strong arm and left the place to spare themselves from further humiliation from the stares and whispers of several people who were in the place stared at them for not being dressed appropriately. Especially you, who was now him and tentatively wearing pink pajamas.

- What are we going to do now? - You groaned, putting your hands through your hair. You were visibly worried as you stared at the road in the passenger seat and at the driver's seat occupied by the body that now didn't belong to you.

- I don't know. - You looked at her and saw your own worried brown eyes. - I guess we'll have to wait... I still don't understand how that fountain could have caused us this. I mean, what kind of fountain was it? Fountain of desires? - he exclaimed sarcastically, making quotation marks with your fingers without looking away from the road.

- I don't understand it either. But now that you told me that, I remembered something… - you was trying to remember. - Just below the central statue of the fountain there was a small metal plate with some words… Do you remember?

- I think so… - he wrinkled his forehead, thoughtful. - Yes, there was but it wasn't in English so it didn't hold my attention much. It seemed to be in Italian, or Russian or German… I don't know. - He was also trying to remember.

A brief silence flooded the car and Vision decided to go home, and as the clock was eight o'clock he assumed that his mother would already be in the hospital.

- Wait... Fare Attenzione a ciò che si desidera! - you tried to pronounce the words that were now invading his mind.

- What? Speak our language, Y/n! - That was the phrase. - And what does it mean? - he asked confused.

- I have no idea? but we can find out. - You answered, getting out of the car and following the boy who had already opened the front door. They confirmed that the boy's mother had already left for work with the typical notes that they used to leave her, this time on the coffee table in the living room.

"Son, I won't be on call today, Patricia is already better and will be taking over my shift as a thank you, I was worried about how you were this morning. You looked dazed. I'll be early, don't be late for school.... Mommy loves you."

Vision was reading that note as You already took hold of the small laptop, which was sitting on top of the couch. To search for those unknown words that now could not get out of your head.

- Be careful what you wish for... - You whispered, seeing the meaning of that phrase, still keeping your eyes fixed on the computer screen in your lap.

- So... That's it. I guess we'll just have to live each other's lives. - murmured the boy, coming closer.

- Are you crazy? - you asked incredulously. - We have no other way, you heard that lady. The damned fountain won't be back for another month, what are we supposed to do between now and then?

- Let's tell someone what happened. - Maybe someone can help us. - You said.

- Do you think that's a good idea?

- It costs nothing to try. - you frowned and remembered something, looked at the clock on one of the walls. - Damn, Vision, it's going to be almost nine o'clock, we're already late! - you whined, crying. Yes, you were crying, but not because you were going to be late, that was just a pretext. You were crying because you were terrified of everything that was happening.

- Stay calm. It's okay if we're a little late, everything will be fine. I'm here, we're in this together.

He knew you better than anyone else and knew you were afraid so he wrapped you in a tender embrace which resulted in you both feeling strange, embracing yourself was indescribable

- Besides, I'm horrible at crying, so stop. - He said in a humorous tone, separating from the hug and looking at the face that until yesterday belonged to him.

You couldn't help but draw a small smile at the comment.

- Have I ever said I have a nice smile? - Vision asked smugly, causing you to slap him. The boy looked at you with a pained expression, it had hurt.

you chose not to take a shower, you really weren't ready for that yet. You couldn't imagine cleaning a body that wasn't yours, even though you knew it would happen at some point. You still needed to assimilate all this, so you just changed clothes trying to keep your eyes closed with the help of Vision who showed you what to wear: a pair of beige jeans, a white tank top, and a green plaid shirt over it, and sports shoes.

- Y/n, I don't even think I'll need to go to your place to change. - You had slept a few days ago at your friend's house because of a double work and decided to stay there. you should have forgotten that sweater and a pair of jeans that had already been washed.

- Great. Then get dressed and let's go.

- I think I should take a shower first. - he said expectantly with a humorous sideways smile.

- Don't you dare! - You gave him a murderous look.

- Okay. The one who spoke is no longer here. - He laughed lightheartedly and started to change his clothes.

(...)

In less than ten minutes by car they arrived at the school. In the end neither of them had been late, because the first class was geography for both of them and it had been vacant. Then they walked, as if everyone in the hall knew it, towards the lockers to get the books for the next class.

- Are you ready? - sighed the boy with all his belongings in hand.

- I think so.... I mean, no! - She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them, she was nervous.

- And you?

The image of Valkyrie and Sam appeared in the hallway with the usual scratch card in their hands. The tall girl smiled with amusement as she saw Loki picking up his books from the floor, freshly knocked over by a basketball player. As the boy stood up with everything in hand, the girl knocked the scratch card right into his face, who now dropped all the books again to wipe his eyes.

- You immediately closed your eyes tightly as you saw Sam come close. But the cold scratch never came.

- Damn... I had forgotten how it burns. Poor Loki. - muttered the boy, his eyes closed with anger.

At the same moment you opened yours and found your friend's face all soaked and squeezing his eyes, at that moment you mentally thanked for not being in your body.

- You'll have to get used to this. - You helped him clean himself up.

- This is supposed to be the moment when you are supposed to help me look on the bright side of things. - He opened a small smile still scratching his eyes. Vision quickly remembered something and opened his still red eyes and looked startled at you.

- What now?

- Damn, what are we going to do with Wanda? - You widened your eyes.

- Oh... Oh, shit! - You cursed.

- Vision, why didn't you call me yesterday?You said you would call me but I didn't get any call from you. Why didn't you call me? - questioned the redhead who had approached the two of them.

- I'm sorry... - She interrupted herself realizing the situation she was in. The girl who had her hands on her waist dropped them when she heard the other's voice. She turned her eyes away from Vision and looked at the girl, seeing how soaked she was, she tried to hold back her laughter.

- Your house ran out of water and the only way was to take a shower with a scratch pad?

- You hunchbacked ass...

You couldn't continue with the insult as Vision glared at you with his big brown eyes followed by an elbow in the arm subtly so that Wanda wouldn't notice.

wanda was surprised that Y/n didn't retort to her insults. But she paid no attention to it and turned her gaze back to the boy. He looked as if he was having an epileptic fit because he was so restless in his seat. Tension took over. Vision didn't know how to act in front of his girlfriend and you just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

- Wanda I-I'm going to class now... - You tried to be as natural as possible in front of the other's attentive gaze on you. - Talk to you later, okay? - You improvised, slowly walking away taking Vision with you.

- Vision. - called him in a velvety voice making both of them stop their way. - Aren't you going to give me even a kiss?

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i audibly screamed when i saw you wrote for seduce me, and i love sam and carrie but i love drama even more. could you write something for sam loving the reader but she just doesn’t realize, and to kind of ‘get over’ her he decides to try going out with carrie, and when they met the reader is very polite and sam is like kind of upset because he wanted reader to get jealous. Carrie and sam aren’t dating but aren’t just friends either so kind of like fuck buddies with one sided feelings if that makes sense !! A lot of Angst between carrie & Sam, but almost pure fluff between sam & the mc. i love your work so much!! if this is too much that’s fine!!

A/N: Honestly, living for the angst thank you so much for this 🙏🙏 I think Sam is p e r f e c t for this

Warnings: fanfic format, jealousy

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It started at James’s business party. It was for Anderson’s toys and Sam had shown up with Carrie. This wasn't the first time she was meeting his brothers. But it was the first time she was meeting you.

Until you walked in. Carrie had heard about you, mainly from Twilla and Noryn, who had explained to you that she was close with the boys, an extended friend. A friend Sam used to have feelings for. You were gorgeous, the dress you wore was green, ironic. Carrie was in pink, her favorite color. So why did you have to come in his? You walked over with a smile, looks that could kill and a body one could dream of. Suddenly, Carrie felt herself feel self-conscious.

“Hey guys!” You smile, the way you usually do. His brothers smile back and the wives all hug you. They love you, especially Irene.

“There are drinks on the left side of the room and desert on the right.” Matthew said, clearly sensing the tension. Everyone could, except for you. “Oh thanks Matthew. You always know when I'm craving something sweet." You say, and Matthew chuckles, watching as Irene steps in to bring you with her.

"You and I have a lot to catch up on." Irene says, pulling you away to the desert table. You wave to everyone as you walk away from her, and Sam feels almost in the dark in your presence.

“Sam? You alright?” Carrie asked as they took their seats at the assigned table. He just nodded, looking around the room. Great. “You don’t look alright. What’s wrong?” Carrie asked, and he just rolled his eyes.

“Carrie I said I was fine. Just drop it.” Sam said again, and Carrie stood silent at this. She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him she didn't care about him. But she didn't. Instead she stood up, walking over to where you and Irene stood, trying her best to show her confidence, and joined your conversation, introducing herself.

"Hi! Y/n right? It's so nice to meet you, I'm Sam's girlfriend." She said, extending a hand out to you. The smile she gave was so fake it put Barbie to shame. But clearly you didn't care, because you shook her hand with enthusiasm. You must not have known about his feelings.

"Really? Oh that's amazing, I'm so happy for you both." You say, shaking her hand but pulling her into a hug. "I'm sure he loves you very much. He doesn't just date anyone." You say, and Carrie feels her stomach well up in knots. No, he doesn't just date anyone. That was why they really weren't together.

"Oh yes, he was definitely the challenge." Carrie says awkwardly. Irene gives Carrie a look. She doesn't like this. More importantly, Irene knows Carrie is lying. Irene taps Y/n on the shoulder, getting her attention.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back." Irene said. Y/n nodded, turning her attention back to Carrie.

"You know I never really knew what Sam was like personally. Is he just as snarky as he usually is with everyone else?" You ask, and Carrie's taken aback a bit.

"Well, he's a bit softer. He's more funny than anything." Carrie says, mindlessly putting food on a plate.

"Well that's good. I'm really glad he found someone. He deserves to be happy, you both do." You say, and Carrie's a bit taken aback by the smile you give her. It's warm, but she can see the sadness buried in it. You like him too...

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"Where are you going?" Carrie asks, watching as Sam gets dressed at the foot of her bed. He doesn't look at her when he goes to answer.

"Home. I have to work tomorrow." He says, and Carrie frowns.

"Why don't you," She says, crawling over to him at the foot of the bed. By now, his pants are buckled and he's fixing his belt, securing it around his waist. " Stay the night. You can go to work from here." Carrie says, wrapping her arms around his waist, her hands moving to try to undo the belt buckle he had just secured into place moments ago.

"I can't." He says, pushing her off. Ever since the business part he'd been cold towards her. Distant. He had only ever spent the night once and it was because he was completely wasted. Now, he wouldn't even look at her. It was just sex.

"Sam what is going on with you?" Carrie asked, standing to the side of the bed now, watching him put his shirt over his head. Sam sighed and smoothed it out, before looking at her.

"Nothing Carrie. You're just being too clingy." He said, frustrated clearly. She stood silent, watching him put his shoes on and gather the rest of his things.

" Sam?" Carrie calls. Sam is almost ready to run out of her apartment with how quick he gets dressed.

"Yeah?" He asks back.

"What are we?"

Silence. He doesn't answer. Instead, he just walks down the hall to her living room. He grabs his vest off of her coat rack and puts it on.

"Friends. I dunno." He says calmly.

"Friends don't fuck each other."

"Yeah well I don't exactly plan on being with you Carrie, and I know you don't really wanna be with me." Sam says annoyed, fixing his dog tag.

"How do you know that?" Carrie asks, He ignores her, so she repeats herself. This time, he answers.

"You're a bitch all the time, you constantly tell me about how other guys text you, hit on you, compliment you. It's basically a fuck-you-I-have-options." Sam says. Carrie stares at him before finally saying it.

"And what about her?" Carrie asks. Sam inhales quietly, before asking.

"Who?" He asks, but he knows.

"Y/n. What about her?" Carrie asks, more upfront this time.

"What about her-"

"I know you had feelings for her Sam. Be honest with me. Am I just here to pass the time?" Carrie asked, but he saw the hurt in her. Her eyes were brimming tears. Fuck, this was a bad idea.

"Y/n and I... she doesn't like me." He said quietly.

"Am I here to pass the time?" Carrie asks again, a tear running down her cheek.

Sam doesn't answer. He says silent. He tucks his dogtag back under his shirt and runs a hand through his hair before walking across the living room to her front door.

"Sam what is it about her you like? What does she have that I don't?" Carrie pleads, hurrying after him. She holds onto his arm and forces him to look at her.

"Carrie she- she's different. I can't explain it-"

"Then try... what am I doing w-wrong?" Carrie asks, tears falling now. Sam sighs, looking down at her hand, gently peeling her off of him.

"Carrie I really can't explain it I just- I love her. I'm sorry."

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