Chapter 2
You were currently chatting with Ashly when Peter came into the cafe. He quickly became a regular, even though he never ordered a coffee for himself. It was always a black coffee without sugar.
And with every visit from Peter, your curiosity was aroused more and more. You would die to know who this mystery boss was and why he treated Peter so badly.
On Monday morning, you got your dream one step closer.
Instead of Peter stepping over the threshold at half past nine on the dot, it was another man. He was tall and had short chocolate brown hair, and from the looks of it, he was well built. With his black suit and patent leather shoes looked he almost as if he had stepped out of a mafia book.
“One black coffee, without sugar, please.” His voice cut through the silence like a knife through butter and you were almost shocked that this man could be so polite to add a “please”.
While you were making the coffee for the mysterious man, you wondered, if the man was the replacement for Peter or if it was Peter’s boss himself.
“Here is your coffee sir. I...ehm, could I ask you a question?” You were scared like shit of the man, but your concern over Peter got the better of you. You just had to make sure he was safe and that you didn't bring him into trouble with your comment on the coffee cups.
The man smirked, “Of course, you can, but I don't know if I will answer you.” “Where is...I mean do you know Peter? Is he in trouble? Please don't say he got fired because of me...”
He laughed slightly and answered, “Peter's sick, the poor boy could barely talk on the phone this morning.” You could practically feel your relief. After all, it wasn't your fault that Peter wasn't here, he was simply sick.
“So you're the girl whose Bucky has been talking about the whole week...you got him in his toes! Thanks for that by the way, I love seeing him out of his comfort zone." His answer made you startle and you quickly replied, "What do you mean? Who's Bucky?"
"Oh, you will get to know him. That you can be sure of, y/n!”
And with that, he was out of the door.
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What you didn't know, was that Bucky already run a whole background check on you. He got paranoid over the years and liked to know the people who were making his food or drinks.
During the week he could catch himself looking at photos of you and browsing through your social media. You have piqued his interest, he needed to know who wrote the little messages on the coffee cups. He needed to know you.
“Here is your coffee, Buck. And man, I get why you stare at her photos all the time. She's like a win in the lottery. She would be good for you..." The glare from Bucky made him fall silent. "I know what's best for me, and it's not a fucking barista! It's the freaking downfall of HYDRA, which is long overdue! Arrange a meeting! And Sam...everybody has to attend.”
As soon as Bucky was alone again, he started to search on the Internet for more information about you. It was like he was obsessed with you. At first, he just wanted to make sure that the person who was making his coffee wasn't one of his rivals. But the more he learned about you, the more he wanted to make sure you were safe. The only reason he bought your coffee, was to make sure that everything was alright. He just needed to know if you were safe.
So when Sam commented on your appearance, he saw red. If even Sam could see how beautiful you were, everybody else could too. But he didn't want you to be molested, he wanted you safe.
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And while Bucky was thinking about you, you had completely other problems. Your ex had suddenly stepped his feet into your workplace, and it was not a coincidence.
"Missed me, babe? You had your time to play your little break-up game, but now it's time to come home!”You could almost see the anger radiating from him, and it scared you to no end. Quentin wasn't always the best boyfriend, he was aggressive and manipulative. These were two of the reasons it took you so long to break up with him. You have been scared that he would flip out and try to hurt you.
“Q- Quentin? What a- what are you doing here?" Your voice trembled as he came closer, and you instinctively backed away. You knew the look in his eyes. The way they darkened, and not in a lust-filled way, made you realize how dangerous the situation was. You had seen this look in his eyes a thousand times before. And every time you ended up at the hospital, telling the nurses that you fell down the stairs or that you fell off a ladder.
You had no idea why you didn't break up with him earlier in the relationship, but it wasn't so easy to break up with an abusive man. You had to be prepared for the worst.
“Y/n? HELLO!? Stupid bitch, answer me when I ask you something!” Quentin's voice brought you back to the present, you hadn't realized how close he was until he grabbed your wrists and twisted them in a way he knew it would hurt.
“I'm sorry Q- Quentin...I didn't hear you." You begged that anybody would come in and save you. Ashly was long gone home and the cafe would normally close in a few minutes, but you hoped that maybe someone would witness you two and stop Quentin from hurting you even more.
Right as he raised his hand to punish you for “not listing”, you heard a sound bag at the door. And a moment later Quentin was torn away from you and shoved to the ground.
“Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Your saver had a deep voice, which was dripping with contempt. He was tall and well-built, with brown hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen in your life.
“Let me go you sick motherfucker! I did nothing to you and you're attacking me!” Although Quentin tried to sound brave, you could register fear in his voice.
“Nothing? So molesting a woman is nothing to you?... Maybe I should teach you some manners!” The mysterious man spitted Quentin in his face, but let him go. You have never seen him run so fast and we're kinda grateful that Quentin got away. You couldn't handle him right now, not even a beaten-up version of him.
The other man cleared his throat to draw your attention to him. The whole situation was incredibly embarrassing to you, so you said in a quiet voice, “I'm so sorry, I hope I haven't crashed some super important appointments of you. You didn't have to come in and help me. I had the situation under control.”
“I'm sorry, doll. But the situation was everything, but not under control!" He chuckled slightly and came slowly towards you. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I would just like to take a look at your wrists to make sure they aren't broken." His voice was in a weird way snoozing, so you let him take your wrists in his hands. Which were by the way surprisingly soft.
"I don't think they are broken, but you should definitely put ice packs on them to avoid swelling." "Thank you. Seriously, I don't know what I would have done without you. Is there any way I could make it up to you?"
There was a long pause in which he just stared into your eyes before he finally answered you. "A Date, I mean, go out with me. Just one time."
To say you were flabbergasted, would be an understatement. Everything was to be expected, but A DATE? You didn't know what to say, so the mystery man spoke instead of you, “I will pick you up. Friday, when your shift ends.”
And with that, he was out of the cafe. Leaving a totally shocked you behind.