Kara and Bucky: another world of guns and flowers: What if?
"you just don't understand. I know you're supposed to stay with me. I get that you need to be at the event but why do you think you have to be right there with me. Do you really think I'm going to do something I'm not supposed to. I know how this works, James. I belong to whatever man my old ass grandfather says I have to marry... and I know you were hired to make sure that I'm not dumb and get pregnant before."
Kara picked up the drink from the table taking a sip. It was her second and she knew she shouldn't have another after but she was going to. What could anyone do? It wasn't like this family who orders her around is hanging out in Manhattan. They were all over Brooklyn in Little Odessa. Kara was sure that's why her grandfather picked this particular person.
She hated that he was one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen in her life. He'd always come to her parties, all the women flocking all over him and Kara would sit at the bar wishing she could be one of them. It seemed strange though, his attention, his eyes were always on her, no matter when she looked at him. Either they had some strange connection or he was far more interested in knowing what she was doing so he always had his eyes on her. She knew why, he was paid really well to know where the last Bratva Princess of the current leaders bloodline. Kara didn't see herself that way though. She was a Stark and with that came a freer world and a life without guards.
Kara brought her mind back to the table and back to James. "Why are you always looking at me when we're out. I don't mean watching and doing your job. I mean like giving anyone an evil stare if they come near me." She huffed moving more of her food around, hoping it looked like she was eating. "I'm never going to loose my virginity if you stare at everyone like you'd just rather shoot them as to look at them. I can't go into a marriage without being with someone else first. Bratva weddings are for life. The only way out of it is to plea to my grandfather and you know how he feels about his money and his things... I'm pretty sure that's really what I am to him. Something to sell to the highest bidder."