crazydolce

Well I don’t know how and I don’t know why When something’s living well you can’t say die "Bucky Barnes, you give that back!" you shouted, holding up your skirts as you chased the dark-haired boy down the sidewalk. At eleven years old, you were one grade behind your two best friends, the boys from Brooklyn, Steve Rogers and James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes. "Bucky!" "Aw, c'mon, [Name]! I just want to read what you spend all day writing about!" Bucky called back, sending you a large grin over his shoulder before he started to shout out the first lines from your diary. "Yesterday, Steve and I sat under the tree for lunch!

The set up was gorgeous. String lights, a golden hue, mild cinnamon smelling candles, and a stone dance floor. It was breath-taking. Tony (Pepper) always knew how to set up an amazing party. Woman were dressed in long, frilly ball gowns that reminded you of princesses. You looked stunning in: http://www.polyvore.com/my_girl_clint_barton_reader/set?id=92211277 You got wolf-whistles ever since you got out of the limousine. You easily spotted Tony, the only man in the room to be wearing red and gold. (and rocking it) You sauntered over to him, a smile growing on his face as he took in your outfit. “(Name) you look fantastic!” Tony