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His Inconvenience ~chapter one
So this is one of my finishes stories from Wattpad, book one of the series.
||Good Luck||
"You're not gonna run away when he says hi again are you, y/n?" Lexi teases as another one of our coworkers walks in.
"No," I growl at her, "I'm going to ignore him."
"What why?" She whines, "Nicki is cute and he's into you."
"Because I don't like him," I roll my eyes and continue to work on my paperwork.
"Oh yeah, I forgot," she counters sarcastically, "you're only into evil masterminds that are twice your age."
"Ha ha," I staple some papers together and set them aside, "it's only one guy anyways."
"Ah yes the infamous Baron," she over dramatizes, earning a small laugh from the both of us.
"Seriously though," she continues, "you really need to get your head out of those Marvel movies and fan fictions and check out some of the options right in front of you."
"Okay I will," I sigh.
"Wait really?" She perks up.
"Yep," I pop the 'p', "as soon the options become more like the men and women in my fan fictions."
"Oh my god," we both laugh again, "you are insufferable."
She finally walks away to go to her desk only to be replaced by another coworker.
"So, y/n," he starts, what's this guy's name again? "I was wondering. Would you maybe wanna catch a movie and dinner with me?"
"I'm busy," I don't even look at him as I type away on my computer.
"I didn't say when," he says a bit lowly.
"I'm going to be busy," I turn to him, "from now until always."
I bring my attention back to my computer as I hear him walk away after a moment.
Why are these guys always hitting on me?
Better question: why is Lexi always trying to set me up with someone?
I sigh and keep working for the next hour. I get bored and decide to do what I do in my free time.
Hack into things.
What do I want to hack today?
Amazon.
Amazon sounds fun.
It takes me a minute, but I get through their firewalls and security and begin messing with thing.
I change numbers on addresses, switch a few names here and there, change a few priority mail things to not priority.
Yeah if your packages are fucked up, it was probably me.
"Really?"
I jump a bit and look over my shoulder.
"God Milo," I snap at her, "don't fucking do that to me."
She chuckles and leans in to see my screen better.
"Could you change mine to priority shipping?" She whispers, "I just really didn't want to pay extra."
"I got you," I find her packages and change them for her.
"Thanks sugar," she gives me a quick hug and walks away.
I chuckle a bit.
Milo has always been a interesting character. You never really know where she is until she's right next to you and you never know what's gonna come out of her mouth. She's also a huge Marvel fan like me.
She actually writes a lot of the fan fictions I read, like Captive, Desire, and Greer. I'm honestly a bit disappointed that she hasn't done a full Zemo story yet. I mean the one shots are amazing, but I kinda want to see her write a full story for him.
Oh well.
I get in my car and start it up, letting the AC blast in my face. I grab the steering wheel and rest my head on top of my hands.
My job isn't hard, but it's so annoyingly boring that I'm on the border line of hating it.
I heave out a sigh and sit up. No use complaining, it brings in the money. I pull out of my parking spot and head home, passed the nice apartments, and houses, passed the expensive buildings.
I pull into the parking lot of a warn down Motel 6. The pool is nothing but a glorified hole in the ground, maybe not so glorified, the large sign barely lights up, and the walls are no where near sound proof.
I get out of my car, making sure I have everything I need and clutching it tightly as I lock my car and go to my room.
"Emma it's not what it looks like!"
A blonde haired girl is storming down the hall clearly pissed off.
A boy with dark brown hair is following her in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. Another girl leans against the doorway of the room the two exited, a smirk proudly showing.
Whore.
I walk passed the skank and go to my room three doors down.
Music blares from the room across the way, vibrating the floor and door itself.
God I hate people.
I lock my door behind me as I throw my bag on the couch. Heading to my room to change, I pull out my phone and go to Wattpad.
17 notifications.
A few book updates, but mostly comments on things that I've commented on.
I quickly change into a sports bra and some shorts and pull my hair up I to a messy bun.
Grabbing my phone again, I notice a comment for a book I don't remember reading.
His Inconvenience.
"When did I read that?"
I tap on it so it will bring up the book as I head into the kitchen. Maybe it'll jog my memory.
I wait for it to load for a second as I grab a thing of ramen.
Glancing back at my screen I read the comment.
It's the only comment.
I never commented on the story.
So why did I get the notification?
I go back to the story.
'untitled part 1'
The rest of it is blank.
"What the hell?"
I go back to the comment and actually read it this time.
'good luck ;)'
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
The sound of a gun shot makes me drop my ramen and nearly my phone as I duck down on instinct.
What the hell?!
The sound of men shouting comes from the other side of my door along with more gun shots.
What the fuck is going on?!
I make it to my door and open it a bit to get an idea of the situation.
But I'm not in my apartment building anymore.
Several men are having a shoot out in the middle of an open area, my apartment now a part of a perimeter of the deadly court yard.
A man runs and dodges more gun fire as he rolls behind a large cement plant box not far from me. I duck down as the bullets now come much to close to comfort.
I look at the man that the group is firing at and my breathing stops.
Is that Daniel Brühl?
No fucking way!
But why are they trying to kill him?!
I look at his attire and try to comprehend it.
He looks like his playing his Zemo character.
Don't get me wrong, he looks great, but why the hell is he in character while being shot at?!
More bullets come close to me and I involuntarily let out a small scream.
Daniel suddenly looks my way, and his eyes seem to spark with an idea.
He peeks over the cement quickly, firing a few shots, then gets to his feet an runs in my direction. I don't have time to react as he pushes my door open the rest of the way and slams it behind him.
"What the hell!?" I scream, still utterly confused as to what is going on.
He grabs me and pulls me to him, my back flush against his chest and his arm across my chest holding me still as he puts the gun to my head.
"Say one word and I shot," he says gruffly in my ear as we face the door.
The door is busted down and guns are pointed at us.
"Let her go, Zemo."
Is that?
Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan enter all dressed in their MCU character outfits.
What the hell is going on?!
Daniel takes a step back, pulling me with him as he presses the gun more harshly to my temple.
"I don't think so Captain," he says menacingly, "don't want to lose my leverage you see."
Sebastian takes a step forward.
"I wouldn't do that, Sergeant," the gun moves to my neck, "it won't kill her right way, she'll have to suffer."
"Please just let me go," I can feel tears brimming my eyes.
"What did I tell you?" He growls in my ear.
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, the tears cascading down my cheeks.
"Let me walk out of here and she lives," he says to the other men, "make a move to stop me," he presses the gun to my neck again, "I think you get the picture."
There's a moment of hesitation, but the men move aside and let Daniel walk out of the door dragging me along.
"I'm sorry Miss," Chris says as we pass him.
Zemo.
Captain.
Sergeant.
Miss.
They're not in character, they are the characters.
Zemo drags me across the courtyard, gun still on me, as he makes his way out of the men's sight.
He pushes me into the back seat of a car and gets into the driver's seat.
"Don't even think about trying to get out," he says as he starts the car.
He takes off, leaving a cloud of orange dust behind us from the road.
I realize I still have my phone in my hand, still opened to Wattpad.
I stare at the comment.
'good luck ;)'
Oh god.
Why me?
~~~~~~~~~
Omg I actually had fun writing that and I am honestly so pumped because I actually have a plan for this story I like the others where I just write what comes to me!!!
I hope you guys like it!!!
~Milo💜
||Good Luck||
"You're not gonna run away when he says hi again are you, y/n?" Lexi teases as another one of our coworkers walks in.
"No," I growl at her, "I'm going to ignore him."
"What why?" She whines, "Nicki is cute and he's into you."
"Because I don't like him," I roll my eyes and continue to work on my paperwork.
"Oh yeah, I forgot," she counters sarcastically, "you're only into evil masterminds that are twice your age."
"Ha ha," I staple some papers together and set them aside, "it's only one guy anyways."
"Ah yes the infamous Baron," she over dramatizes, earning a small laugh from the both of us.
"Seriously though," she continues, "you really need to get your head out of those Marvel movies and fan fictions and check out some of the options right in front of you."
"Okay I will," I sigh.
"Wait really?" She perks up.
"Yep," I pop the 'p', "as soon the options become more like the men and women in my fan fictions."
"Oh my god," we both laugh again, "you are insufferable."
She finally walks away to go to her desk only to be replaced by another coworker.
"So, y/n," he starts, what's this guy's name again? "I was wondering. Would you maybe wanna catch a movie and dinner with me?"
"I'm busy," I don't even look at him as I type away on my computer.
"I didn't say when," he says a bit lowly.
"I'm going to be busy," I turn to him, "from now until always."
I bring my attention back to my computer as I hear him walk away after a moment.
Why are these guys always hitting on me?
Better question: why is Lexi always trying to set me up with someone?
I sigh and keep working for the next hour. I get bored and decide to do what I do in my free time.
Hack into things.
What do I want to hack today?
Amazon.
Amazon sounds fun.
It takes me a minute, but I get through their firewalls and security and begin messing with thing.
I change numbers on addresses, switch a few names here and there, change a few priority mail things to not priority.
Yeah if your packages are fucked up, it was probably me.
"Really?"
I jump a bit and look over my shoulder.
"God Milo," I snap at her, "don't fucking do that to me."
She chuckles and leans in to see my screen better.
"Could you change mine to priority shipping?" She whispers, "I just really didn't want to pay extra."
"I got you," I find her packages and change them for her.
"Thanks sugar," she gives me a quick hug and walks away.
I chuckle a bit.
Milo has always been a interesting character. You never really know where she is until she's right next to you and you never know what's gonna come out of her mouth. She's also a huge Marvel fan like me.
She actually writes a lot of the fan fictions I read, like Captive, Desire, and Greer. I'm honestly a bit disappointed that she hasn't done a full Zemo story yet. I mean the one shots are amazing, but I kinda want to see her write a full story for him.
Oh well.
I get in my car and start it up, letting the AC blast in my face. I grab the steering wheel and rest my head on top of my hands.
My job isn't hard, but it's so annoyingly boring that I'm on the border line of hating it.
I heave out a sigh and sit up. No use complaining, it brings in the money. I pull out of my parking spot and head home, passed the nice apartments, and houses, passed the expensive buildings.
I pull into the parking lot of a warn down Motel 6. The pool is nothing but a glorified hole in the ground, maybe not so glorified, the large sign barely lights up, and the walls are no where near sound proof.
I get out of my car, making sure I have everything I need and clutching it tightly as I lock my car and go to my room.
"Emma it's not what it looks like!"
A blonde haired girl is storming down the hall clearly pissed off.
A boy with dark brown hair is following her in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. Another girl leans against the doorway of the room the two exited, a smirk proudly showing.
Whore.
I walk passed the skank and go to my room three doors down.
Music blares from the room across the way, vibrating the floor and door itself.
God I hate people.
I lock my door behind me as I throw my bag on the couch. Heading to my room to change, I pull out my phone and go to Wattpad.
17 notifications.
A few book updates, but mostly comments on things that I've commented on.
I quickly change into a sports bra and some shorts and pull my hair up I to a messy bun.
Grabbing my phone again, I notice a comment for a book I don't remember reading.
His Inconvenience.
"When did I read that?"
I tap on it so it will bring up the book as I head into the kitchen. Maybe it'll jog my memory.
I wait for it to load for a second as I grab a thing of ramen.
Glancing back at my screen I read the comment.
It's the only comment.
I never commented on the story.
So why did I get the notification?
I go back to the story.
'untitled part 1'
The rest of it is blank.
"What the hell?"
I go back to the comment and actually read it this time.
'good luck ;)'
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
The sound of a gun shot makes me drop my ramen and nearly my phone as I duck down on instinct.
What the hell?!
The sound of men shouting comes from the other side of my door along with more gun shots.
What the fuck is going on?!
I make it to my door and open it a bit to get an idea of the situation.
But I'm not in my apartment building anymore.
Several men are having a shoot out in the middle of an open area, my apartment now a part of a perimeter of the deadly court yard.
A man runs and dodges more gun fire as he rolls behind a large cement plant box not far from me. I duck down as the bullets now come much to close to comfort.
I look at the man that the group is firing at and my breathing stops.
Is that Daniel Brühl?
No fucking way!
But why are they trying to kill him?!
I look at his attire and try to comprehend it.
He looks like his playing his Zemo character.
Don't get me wrong, he looks great, but why the hell is he in character while being shot at?!
More bullets come close to me and I involuntarily let out a small scream.
Daniel suddenly looks my way, and his eyes seem to spark with an idea.
He peeks over the cement quickly, firing a few shots, then gets to his feet an runs in my direction. I don't have time to react as he pushes my door open the rest of the way and slams it behind him.
"What the hell!?" I scream, still utterly confused as to what is going on.
He grabs me and pulls me to him, my back flush against his chest and his arm across my chest holding me still as he puts the gun to my head.
"Say one word and I shot," he says gruffly in my ear as we face the door.
The door is busted down and guns are pointed at us.
"Let her go, Zemo."
Is that?
Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan enter all dressed in their MCU character outfits.
What the hell is going on?!
Daniel takes a step back, pulling me with him as he presses the gun more harshly to my temple.
"I don't think so Captain," he says menacingly, "don't want to lose my leverage you see."
Sebastian takes a step forward.
"I wouldn't do that, Sergeant," the gun moves to my neck, "it won't kill her right way, she'll have to suffer."
"Please just let me go," I can feel tears brimming my eyes.
"What did I tell you?" He growls in my ear.
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, the tears cascading down my cheeks.
"Let me walk out of here and she lives," he says to the other men, "make a move to stop me," he presses the gun to my neck again, "I think you get the picture."
There's a moment of hesitation, but the men move aside and let Daniel walk out of the door dragging me along.
"I'm sorry Miss," Chris says as we pass him.
Zemo.
Captain.
Sergeant.
Miss.
They're not in character, they are the characters.
Zemo drags me across the courtyard, gun still on me, as he makes his way out of the men's sight.
He pushes me into the back seat of a car and gets into the driver's seat.
"Don't even think about trying to get out," he says as he starts the car.
He takes off, leaving a cloud of orange dust behind us from the road.
I realize I still have my phone in my hand, still opened to Wattpad.
I stare at the comment.
'good luck ;)'
Oh god.
Why me?
~~~~~~~~~
Omg I actually had fun writing that and I am honestly so pumped because I actually have a plan for this story I like the others where I just write what comes to me!!!
I hope you guys like it!!!
~Milo💜
