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Parallels

So Bucky liked his privacy. There was no denying that.

Maybe there had been a time he liked to go out to the dance halls and flirt with anything that moved, like to drink and to party and made friends as easy as breathing. But now he was definitely a solitary guy.

And okay, maybe that was because he had half the world on his ass, looking for him still, even though he was harmless now and even though all his triggers had been bypassed. But besides his occasional “rappel myself up Steve’s building to climb in his window” visits, he didn’t really get out much. There was a lot of danger in staying close to Steve.

He got out, he wasn’t a recluse. Just carefully.

But he was getting bored. And hearing about Steve’s woeful love life really made him itch for a challenge. And dating an-admittedly attractive- SHIELD agent without her knowing who he was was certainly a challenge.

He was not going to cut his hair. It was a good reminder to keep it long but well maintained-- not the Bucky of the forties, not the weapon of HYDRA. But he put it carefully into a bun before running a hand down his face. He’d keep the beard. He’d tried it out and it cloaked him well. Stick on a pair of Steve’s nerd glasses, dark wash jeans and a henley and he was good to go.

She went for coffee before her “job” at the hospital. He went exactly ten minutes before her and “accidentally” bumped into her with his drink, spilling a bit on her scrubs. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” he apologized, easily affecting a slight Australian accent- like he had been gone long enough for it to slip a bit. “Let me buy your drink. Least I can do.”

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First Impressions

It wasn't that SHIELD didn't have outside hires. It was just that they usually kept them for lower level operations. The fact that they were bringing someone for work with Steve on a mission was alarming, and rumors had been circulating for a good while. Apparently she'd worked with SHIELD before, which was why she was trusted to be on Steve's team for the operation. Apparently she was expensive. And she was the best close combat they'd seen, on par with or perhaps better than Natasha. She strode into the briefing room about ten minutes late on the day of the mission, flashing a grin at the astonished agents sitting at the table. "Don't look so scandalized," she chided them, winking at Steve with a "good *morning*, gorgeous," before settling in a chair. "Alright, Director. Let's hear the rundown." For rumors of her fierceness, she was a little too laid back. She propped her feet up on the table, still wearing her grin as she drank from her coffee cup.

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Something In The Air- closed RP with karaxsteve

Kara was relaxing in her apartment after a long night shift at the hospital, flipping through channels on the television lazily. She'd lived in this apartment with her roommate for two years now, and, while she was content, it was starting to feel like she'd been running in a circle. Nothing was happening. Chris had been going to different conventions and arenas for the past six months to hype up the new movie with Seb. He was tired, but he did like meeting the fans. On the van ride over he punched his friend playfully in the arm, "ya ready?" He asked with a grin. "Most magical place on earth."

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College AU- Kara and Steve

Three weeks into the first semester, and Kara was having a great year.

Yeah, she didn’t have a roommate in the duplex she rented. But that wasn’t a problem. Between her job at the coffeeshop(they paid so well to take the morning shift and deal with rude customers) and her dad always calling to whine that he was worried about her before telling her he was sending her “a little something to get her by”, she had plenty enough for that. And other things.

Not having a roommate meant- well, no dealing with a roommate. The first week she was back, Kara hosted the biggest rager the college had seen. She just called in someone to clean it up- it really wasn’t a big deal. And the guys she’d met- without going too far into it, suffice to say these three weeks had definitely been ones of discovery.

And tonight would be no different. Already the music was pounding through the house, people were dancing, she was tipsy, and talking to a very... very hot guy. And she knew it wasn’t the alcohol. She’d scoped him out the second he walked in.

Yes, it was shaping up to be a good year.