hey love, can I request more Joaquin?? I love him so much
can you imagine like meeting him at a club/party and being drawn to the shy cutie in the group, and he’s super dorky and sweet and you fall hard
omg omg omg I love this!!! I’m gonna connect it back to the first one shot I wrote but omg yes!! I straight up thought of this one as I was going to sleep last night
calling to you // joaquin torres x gn!reader
You and Bucky sat outside the cafe, a comfortable silence sitting there as you both watched the people around you.
Whereas Sam pushed Bucky, you caressed, enveloping him in the safety of your own silence while also giving him the space to talk.
His eyes drifted over to you once again, another question floating to his mind regarding the last five years. You’d looked so young when he last you in Wakanda after you’d gone to visit him, so happy and carefree, but now not only did you look older but you had an air about you that he couldn’t exactly place.
Five years wasn’t a lot of time for Bucky, but he knew something about it had changed you more then you would ever say.
He was the one that broke the silence, “How did you meet him?”
A rather simple question, in comparison to the others that ram through his mind, but reminiscent of the brotherly status Bucky had.
You looked over at him, almost as though you’d been waiting for him to ask, “Joaquin?”
A hum of approval left Bucky’s lips.
“Well, it was a bit before the Blip happened- when I was given a couple days off from Shield- you remember that?”
Bucky nodded his head and you continued, “Some friends at the time had decided to drag me to a club, not that I was really in the mood to go but you know working at Shield made it hard to spend time with them so I figured why not...”
You’d been standing at your table for over an hour, just watching the people around you. Yet your eyes always seemed to drift to this one man standing in the corner with a group of guys.
You knew that you didn’t actually know him but there was something about him that was so familiar, something that made him feel safe, and in the pulsing lights, the mesh of bodies all packed together, and head-pounding music, all you wanted was to feel safe.
He’d seen you watching him, even after one of his teammates pointed you out, which you clearly saw from the way your eyes pointedly moved to the glass in your hand only to find their way back to him.
At first, he figured you were looking at someone else but then he’d moved through the crowd in hope of getting another drink, and somehow your eyes still found him. But then again, so did his. There was something about you that was calling to him, telling him to go to you... and yet he did nothing of the sort.
You’d taken the chance to get a couple more drinks for your friends who had come back from dancing parched. Your eyes had found the man on the other side, sipping a beer, when an arm wrapped around your waist, and an alcohol-infested breath whispered in your ear. Even as this man’s hands started to roam your body, your eyes stayed on your mystery man, hoping that they were screaming the help you needed, even though you were trying your hardest to get out of this guy’s grasp.
Somehow he knew and right as he arrived to your aid, you were able to get out of the arm’s grasp and promptly threw a punch or two in the direction of the man’s face.
“Fuck!” You knew the punch would be weird but you weren’t expecting it to hurt your wrist so much which you were now cradling to your chest.
“Are you okay?” His voice and presence calmed you somewhat and a smile grew on your face as you finally came face to face with this familiar man.
His eyes drifted from your face to your wrist, and suddenly you realized you’d been to busy looking at him to answer his question. You shook your head, “I hurt my wrist a bit.”
“Can I take a look?” His eyes screamed safety, and also softness, and you found yourself nodding your head and holding your somewhat swollen wrist out for him.
You wanted to ask him for his name, or at least figure out why he seemed so familiar, but as his fingers gently brought your wrist closer to his body, you choose the time to just admire him. Even with the whimpers of pain that left your lips, you realized he still made you feel so safe.
His own lips moving were what brought you away from your thoughts, “I think you should be fine, it seems strained more than anything.” And before you could bring your wrist back to your chest, you found him wrapping it in a rather freezing rag that the bartender handed to him.
“Thank you,” your voice was so quiet, his caring nature so unexpected, and as you opened your mouth to ask him for his name, a movement off to the side caught both of your attentions as his friends were now calling him over.
He looked back at you, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something only for him to close it and then open it again, “don’t forget to keep this iced.”
You shook your head, “I won’t,” and yet he stayed there, gently holding his wrist in his hands, and you found yourself pushing him away lightly, even if you wanted to pull him closer, “You should head back to your friends.. and I should head back to mine.”
As the two of you walked back to your respective friend groups, your eyes continued to watch each other and as the night went on they continued to stay there. Even from the other side of the club, your eyes met his one last time, and you waved a goodbye, wishing that maybe he’d try and catch up to you before you made it out the door.
“Wait! That’s when you two met, but how did-“ you chuckled at Bucky’s reaction, even if you were expecting it, and shook your head, “I’m not done yet, James.”
“So...” you laughed at him, as your eyes drifted over to Joaquin who was across the street with Sam looking over something.
“I got to work the next day, hoping for an easy day, only to find out that I would spend the day working as a liaison with the Air Force. I didn’t mind too much since those men were usually pretty respectful of my position as an analyst, but still you can imagine my surprise when I show up to the base only to find the guy who helped me with my wrist standing amongst the team I’d be working with that day.”
“Who introduced themselves first?”
“I did... well actually my boss had introduced me to the team but I think he was too busy being in shock of seeing me again so I made sure to introduce myself a second time.”
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