I work at a bookstore and we close in fifteen minutes and you just ran up to me with desperation in your eyes begging for my help finding these thirty books…holy shit man what are all these even for?? Au! Felicity Smoak and Jane Foster
The only reason Felicity was working at her mom’s best friend’s bookstore was because Aunt Sally was the only one who would put up with her babble. Not even her mom could put up with her babble and she’d lived with Felicity for a little over 17 years.
Felicity stood up and stretched from her spot at the cash register. She liked her job. She liked having money for MIT, but she was seriously glad that there was only 15 minutes til closing time.
Slam!
Felicity jumped and spun to the door where a girl around, maybe one year younger, with wild caramel brown hair and brown eyes stared back at her wildly. She looked like a mess her blue t-shirt crumpled and her jean pockets inside out. She was even wearing one bright green sneaker on one foot and black TOMS on the other.
Felicity lifted her arms up defensively as the girl sprinted towards the counter and slammed down a white sheet of paper with messy scrawling down. “I NEED THESE BOOKS!”
Felicity gaped at her but took the paper. Most of the books on it were normal science books they had on hand but then Felicity saw a few weird ones: “Norse Mythology is a Lie by Ireland Jones; True Issues of Weather Telling by Isaiah Michaels; The Ups and Downs to Creating a Wormhole by Antony Stak.”
“I neeeeed these.” The girl said. She squinted at Felicity’s chest. “-Felicity. I’m Jane Foster.”
“Hi, Jane Foster, I’m Felicity. Smoak. Felicity Smoak...but you read my nametag...sorry,” She cleared her throat. “I think we have most of these but the Ups and Downs one doesn’t look familiar.”
Jane frowned and took back the slip. “That’s because Tony Stark is an asshole and I’m going to throw his smug face off his dad’s tower. Pep will probably help me.”
“Tony...Stark? Pepper...Potts…? You’re Thor Odinson’s girlfriend!” Felicity’s eyes widened at her. Jane Foster. Holy shit, Felicity was stupid.
Thor Odinson was one of the football players on the “Avengers”, Marvel High School’s football team. He was tough, built like a battering ram and absolutely gorgeous, and not to mention the heir to a famous modelling company that has been in his family for ages. It was a wonder that Odin Allfather even let his beloved son go to Marvel.
Felicity knew her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Queen, despised Thor with a deep passion. He hated the whole team: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff and a few others.
“Please, Thor’s just a friend.” Jane said flippantly. “Now, the books...and your number if you could.”
Felicity froze. “My...n-number?”
“Yes.” Jane’s face turned pink. “I like to look at beautiful 24/7 and you happen to be extraordinarily beautiful.”
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“Goddamn, that was smooth.” Felicity whispered. “I’ll be right back with the books AND my number.”