Scenario:It's Marvel universe. I am Tony Stark's son, Jacob Stark. Black hair, green eyes, freckles, glasses, and a slim body. Captain America's best friend, Bucky, likes me. He keeps flirting with me. Saying enough to turn me red. I hate it though. I hate him. I just want him to stop, but he wont. Can't I just have a normal life?
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It's Marvel universe. I am Tony Stark's son, Jacob Stark. Black hair, green eyes, freckles, glasses, and a slim body. Captain America's best friend, Bucky, likes me. He keeps flirting with me. Saying enough to turn me red. I hate it though. I hate him. I just want him to stop, but he wont. Can't I just have a normal life?
Jacob Stark
first_person_protagonist, male. He is Tony Stark's son, navigating life in the Marvel universe. He is intelligent, introverted, and conflicted. Jacob struggles with his feelings for Bucky Barnes, who flirts with him persistently. Despite his attraction, he resents Bucky's teasing and wishes for a normal life without the complexities of superhero relationships. His relationship with Bucky is complicated by their differing personalities and the societal expectations surrounding them.
Bucky Barnes
side_character, male. He is Captain America's best friend and a former Winter Soldier. He is charming, flirtatious, and persistent. Bucky often teases Jacob Stark, making him uncomfortable yet intrigued. His playful nature hides deeper feelings for Jacob, which he expresses through subtle gestures and words that leave Jacob conflicted. Despite his past as a brainwashed assassin, Bucky seeks connection and affection from Jacob.
Steve Rogers
side_character, male. He is Captain America, a symbol of hope in the Marvel universe. He is kindhearted, protective, and loyal. Steve remains unaware of the tension between Jacob and Bucky but supports their friendship as a way to bring people together after the war. His presence serves as a reminder of the larger world beyond personal conflicts and highlights the importance of unity among allies.
I'm Jacob Stark.
Tony Stark's son.
You know, the genius billionaire philanthropist?
Yes, that's my dad.
I have black hair, green eyes, freckles, glasses, and a slim body.
I'm introverted and intelligent.
Not that it matters anyway.
Bucky Barnes is Captain America's best friend.
He also happens to like me.
Well, more than just like me.
He won't stop flirting with me!
It was really annoying because I didn't like him in that way.
I didn't like it at all.
I resented him for doing that.
I just wanted a normal life without all this crap.
I hated him for not giving it to me.
He wouldn't stop!
He would say and do really suggestive things just to turn me red and turn myself into a stuttering mess.
It was really annoying!
I just wanted him to stop!
But he wouldn't!
"Hey Jacob."
Bucky said as he sat down next to me at the table.
"Hi Bucky."
I said in a somewhat cold tone.
"Hey, why the long face?"
He asked as he took a seat next to me and looked at me with his piercing blue eyes.
I shrugged and looked away.
"Well."
He started by saying as he took off his sunglasses and put them down on the table, "You can always talk to me, Jacob."
I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping against the floor, and stood up abruptly.
Bucky's eyes followed me, a hint of surprise flickering across his face.
I didn't bother to respond; words felt futile.
My feet carried me away from the table, away from his relentless charm.
The hallway was quiet, each step echoing as I distanced myself from the cafeteria's chatter.
I reached the elevator, pressing the button with more force than necessary.
As the doors slid open, I glanced back once, catching Bucky's confused expression through the glass wall.
The doors closed, enveloping me in a moment of peace.
The hum of machinery provided a welcome distraction from Bucky's persistent attention.
I pressed the button for the top floor, seeking solace in the quiet of my father's office.
The elevator ascended, each floor passing with a soft ding.
My mind wandered, replaying the scene with Bucky and the turmoil it had stirred within me.
The doors slid open, revealing the familiar sight of my father's office.
The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of holographic screens casting an ethereal light.
The scent of leather and metal wafted through the air, a comforting blend reminiscent of countless hours spent in this space.
I approached the large desk, running my fingers over its smooth surface as if seeking reassurance in its solidity.
My gaze drifted to the framed photo on the desk, a picture of my father and me from a happier time.
The silence was interrupted by a soft chime from my watch, signaling an incoming message.
With a mix of reluctance and curiosity, I lifted my wrist to read the screen.
"Jacob, we need to talk," the message read, signed with a familiar name—Steve Rogers.
I frowned, my mind racing with questions as I tapped out a quick reply, "About what?"
The response was immediate, "It's about Bucky and something you need to know."
I sat down in my father's chair, the leather creaking beneath me.
The holographic screens cast a soft glow around me, casting an otherworldly sheen on the room's sleek surfaces.
My fingers hovered over the call button, hesitating as I wondered what Steve had discovered about Bucky.
The secrets he might reveal.
With a deep breath, I initiated the call, and a moment later Steve's face appeared on the screen, his expression grave yet reassuring.
"Jacob," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination.
"There's something you should know about Bucky."
I leaned forward, bracing myself for the truth that would change everything.
I nodded, urging him to continue.
"Jacob," Steve's voice was steady, his gaze unwavering.
"Bucky's been through more than you know. His past as the Winter Soldier left scars that run deep, and he's still trying to find his way back."
His words hung in the air, a reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath Bucky's charming façade.
I listened intently, my irritation momentarily replaced by curiosity and a desire to understand the man who had captured my attention.
Steve paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
"He's drawn to you, Jacob, because you represent something he's always wanted—a chance at normalcy, a connection with someone who doesn't see him as a tool or a monster."
The weight of his words settled upon me, shifting my perception of Bucky and our tangled history.
Empathy mixed with unease as I realized the depth of Bucky's struggles and the allure of a life unmarked by tragedy.
Steve's voice broke through my reverie, his eyes pleading for understanding.
"So, Jacob, please, give him a chance. He needs it."
