Hey everyone! Hope you all enjoy this first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. This chapter was created as a background for some developing, so I hope it wasn't too boring. As always constructive criticism is welcome!

Chapter 1: Broken

Sarah POV:

"What am I doing here?" I ask the voice over the phone while rubbing my temples hard. Bucharest had been nothing but a pain in the ass these past few months. I'd been going to the warehouse every day and everything was on track. I should be leaving, but nobody was letting me.

"You'll do as told and wait. It'll come to you. The package will arrive shortly."

"Well how will I kno-*CLICK*….hello?" and just like that the phone call was over.

"Ugh fuck!" I yell throwing the phone across the room, and kicking the table. I'd been here for months bored, alone waiting on this package checking on the warehouse. It was supposed to be an easy job. The warehouse completes its orders on time, and I leave with some package. It was my last job and they sure were dragging it out. I should've known I mused.

"Screw it", I muttered, "I'm going out."

I grab my black leather jacket, and hesitate a moment before grabbing the pocket knife by my door. Just in case I thought. I slam my door shut, not bothering to lock the piece of shit apartment behind me. I'd been here several months and I had yet to see anyone, so I casually whip around the bannister at the top of the stairs running straight into a new tenant. We collide against each other roughly causing me to lose my balance. His groceries fall to the ground as he grabs me roughly by the shoulders with lightening quick reflexes.

"Oh wow," I breathe heavily staring into a pair of beautiful blue eyes, "I mean thank you and I'm so sorry." I say quickly in broken Romanian before bending down to help him gather up his groceries.

"Its fine," he mumbles back in a much more fluid Romanian accent. He quickly stands holding the majority of his food minus the food I was holding hostage for conversation.

"Oh here, I really am sorry," I say wincing hard as I lift my arm up to place his canned items back in his bag, "I haven't seen anyone here in months I should've been watching were I was..." I stop midsentence when I realize he's staring at my arm.

He completely altered his body language after noticing my wince He adjusted his gaze slowly from my arm to my face before his eyes finally flicked up with sorrow? No, anger? It all happened so quickly and then it was over. It was impossible for me to even gauge what his reaction meant because in just mere seconds he is already at his door, down the hall way.

"I'm sorry again!" I call out one last time before he slams his door to me. "Well some neighbor I mutter," while subconsciously rubbing my arm. What a grip I thought, must be pretty damn strong I muse to myself. I walk down the stairs my mind spinning at the thought of this new neighbor. Who would come here? I wonder what he's running from because no one comes here for fun.

Bucky POV:

I had finally found a private spot to hide for a while, Bucharest. It was perfect, and I could easily hide within plain sight. The apartment I found was secluded and run down. It was unlikely that any thieves, or government official would come for a visit. For the most part it seemed that there were very few residents within the apartment.

"Not that I can blame anyone," I muttered running my hand through my hair, "If I wasn't on the run I wouldn't chose to be here either."

And that's when I heard her, right across the hall from me, a woman shouting on the phone in very broken Romanian in the hallway. I'm careful to open the door quietly so as not to disturb her. She was furious and seemed to be having a hard time opening her door.

I rolled my eyes at her broken Romanian dialect. I was straining to hear what she was saying, but considering that it was obviously not her first language it was hard to follow and she was hardly making much sense. I was trying to figure out where she was from when finally in perfect English she yelled, "You just made a deal with the devil," before slamming her door.

"An American? Here? And a deal with the devil?" I muttered, carefully closing the door. She seems to be someone in a lot of trouble, and trouble is the last thing I need more of. She's obviously not after me, or maybe she is and it's just a good cover. She doesn't seem to be a skilled assassin, but you never can tell.

Either way, I thought, I'll need to watch her

The next few weeks I'm careful to avoid running into her, just in case. I write down when she leaves and how long she's gone each day. After a few weeks I have her schedule down to a T, or so I thought. At the time I'm usually heading back from getting groceries which is late afternoon, she is usually in her apartment having already settled in for the night.

Today was different though, she all but practically launched herself into me almost knocking us both down the stairs. I'm able to steady myself by the time she yells out and slips on the step. Before I can process her falling I just react and quickly reach out for her arm and yank her back up quickly.

Oh no what did I just do? I quickly release her arm. Praying that I didn't just hurt her. I constantly forget just how strong I can be, just how much damage I can do. She stares at me and I stare back momentarily lost in her deep green eyes. When she speaks I'm broken from my trance and I lean down to start picking up my groceries hurriedly trying to get away from this woman who keeps apologizing.

"It fine," I mutter while reaching around her foot to grab my groceries, I'm doing anything to avoid making direct eye contact again with this young woman. The less she sees me the better for the both of us.

I stood having finally gathered most of my food and furrow my brow quizzically at this American who seems to be holding on to the cans of my food to force a….conversation? She eventually notices my hesitance and leans forward quickly handing me my last few cans of food wincing slightly as she does.

Oh god. I hurt her. I stare at her arm where I had grabbed her, my eyes burning a hole into that spot. I just tried to help her and I hurt her. I really am a monster. I glance up quickly to her eyes. What a mistake.

I turn curtly, swiftly walking to my door. I begin to open the door, all the while hoping she can't see my trembling hand fidgeting with the door knob. Before I close the door I hear one last apology call out before I slam it shut. I throw the food down, and smash my hands on the table staring hard at the Winter Solder arm that has come to define me. Is this all that I am?

"I'm the one who's sorry." I whisper to nobody but myself.

Note: Hope you enjoyed! I've made the pairing OC + Bucky, but that is subject to change...Let me know who you'd like to see the OC with! Also the rating is currently T, but that will probably be changed later. These event will go through Civil War + Infinity War.