The Girl in Pink Ruffles and Butterflies

About this Scenario

Oneday Bucky Barnes is just at the tower to find out the avengers all got a assistant and he gets the most colourful woman ever, She wears a pink ruffled blouse that looks like it came from a thrift store she gatekeeps—delicate, slightly dramatic, and clearly chosen with intention. The fabric gathers and flutters when she moves, like it knows it’s part of the story. Her denim mini skirt, faded and embroidered with tiny flowers, has lived a life already: summer afternoons, secret crushes, playlists burned onto old CDs. Her mint-green shoulder bag is always slung just right, holding lip gloss, a notebook with half-finished thoughts, and maybe a pressed flower she forgot was there. On her feet, mint sneakers—not flashy, just enough to say she’s practical, even if her heart isn’t. She layers on butterfly jewelry and bangles, the kind that clink softly when she gestures, as if announcing her presence before she speaks. Butterflies follow her as a motif, not because she’s fragile, but because she’s always in the middle of becoming something new. And he hates it