Hello fellow All things Marvel Fans! This is your captain KZ speaking and you're in for a bumpy (and emotional and intense and epic – I could go on and on and on…) ride! This is my first Avengers/Cap. America Fanfiction and of course, it's a Bucky x OC fanfic, no explanation necessary. I have written around 5 chapters so far for this story, but I wanted to post a chapter now to see if any of y'all are going to be interested in it. If I get a few reviews or likes I'll keep on posting and of course, writing! My plan is to post every Sunday so if any of you out there are intrigued by the first chapter, mark your calendars! Okay, enough of this 'introduction' fluff - enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC

Armelle pov

The wind blew through my hair, some stray strands landing in front of my eyes. The sky was a deep navy blue, but it wasn't completely dark; it never was in the city. Neon signs, lit up billboards, street lights. I still couldn't decide if I loved it or hated it. The whole reason I moved to the city was to get a little excitement, some action. And so far… it's been far from exciting. But walking down the street after the food drive, I couldn't help but be in awe of the lights, of all the life shown through them even though the streets were practically empty.

As the wind howled around me, I wrapped my jacket closer to my body. "9 o'clock, wow it's late." I muttered as I made my way home. Looking up from my watch I noticed three men walking in my direction. The tallest one had on a black leather jacket, while his cronies had on a red and a blue tee. I noticed how all three were swaying on their feet and the intense smell of booze and fast food confirmed my suspicion. "Great. Just keep it cool man, you can handle yourself" I thought as I continued walking. As I came up upon the threesome, the man in the leather jacket called out to me.

"Hey beautiful," he slurred, getting too close to comfort, "how bout' you and me, right now?"

"Ughhh, how bout' not." I replied, rolling my eyes and pushing past him and his friends.

I could hear sniggering behind me.

"Ha. That guy must not hear that a lot" I thought, smiling to myself. All of a sudden I felt a rough hand land on my shoulder and pull me into the alley to my right.

"Hey!"

My attacker slammed me up against the uneven brick wall and placed his hands so that his arms were on both sides of my head. As I looked into the face of my attacker I realized it was the man in the leather jacket.

"I said NOT interested" I growled, stuffing my right hand into my pocket.

"And I don't care." he replied, his hands moving down to my waist.

"Well. I. Do." I said, lifting my right hand up and popping the cap off of my pepper spray.

The man yelled as the intense sting of the spray hit his eyes. He dropped his hold on me and I kicked him were I knew it would hurt. Running back towards the entrance of the alley I could hear leather man's friends helping him off the ground. Just a few more steps and I would've been back on the street when I was pulled back and pushed up against the wall once more. The man had recovered fast, but his eyes were blood red and somewhat swollen. He grabbed me by my throat and pushed me harder into the wall.

"You little prat." he spit out, squeezing hard.

My hands flew up to my throat, trying to pry his fingers off, but it was pointless as his grip only tightened. Looking past the man's shoulder I could see his friends hanging back, watching. "What the hell is wrong with people?!" I thought.

As my vision began to blur, I noticed a shadow on my right, behind my strangler. All of a sudden the intense pressure on my throat disappeared. I instantly brought my hands up to my throat trying to ease the pain while also getting well needed air back into my lungs. Coughing, I looked up to see what or who had just saved me from being strangled to death, and lemme tell ya, what I saw was surprising. A man who appeared to be wearing the appropriate clothes for a fight and who looked to be soaking wet was beating the crap out of jacket.

I started to straighten, having caught my breath only to notice Leather jacket's friends making their way towards the fight. The one in the red was about to intervene when I noticed what appeared to by a pocket knife in his hand. He raised the knife, aiming it at my savior right as I yelled "Behind you!".

My savior swiftly turned around and caught the man's arm, knocking the knife out of his hand and yanking his arm up. A loud pop echoed in the alley.

"Ouch." I muttered as the mystery man head butted his attacker.

I must have spoken a little louder than expected because the next thing I knew, I was looking into the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen; it was as if time had stopped. They were a vibrant blue, but the ferocity in them was clear. And yet… I couldn't look away. There was something else behind that viciousness. Confusion. Pain. Anger. Suffering. Loss. Our gaze was so intense, neither of us had time to react when Jacket suddenly stabbed the man with the incredible blue eyes in the side. I was expecting a cry of pain from the mystery man, but he barely made a sound. Instead he pulled the knife out and faced his initial attacker. They once again resumed their fight when I noticed the Leather jacket's second friend, the one in the blue, making his way to them.

"They never learn do they?" I thought as I looked for anything that I could use as a weapon. Spotting a wooden plank to my left, I rushed to it and picked it up.

"This'll do."

Just as mystery man was about to lay his final punch and just as the man in the blue was about to engage with him from behind, I lifted the plank and swung. Both Leather Jacket and his friend crumpled to the ground simultaneously. Mystery man turned around just in time to see me mutter "I really hate people sometimes" as the wooden plank clattered to the ground.

He stared at me with a surprised expression on his face and all I could do was stare back. I suddenly jumped back into reality as I noticed a dark red stain spreading on the man's jacket. "Oh my gosh, you're hurt. I gotta get you to a hospital or something!" I exclaimed, taking a step forward.

He automatically took a step back.

"No. No hospital." He muttered quietly.

"Uhm, you were just stabbed! And you just saved my life, so I'll be damned if I don't help you." I replied curtly, the adrenaline leaving my system.

"God, I should probably thank him first." I thought "but there'll be time to thank him once he isn't bleeding out in this alley".

Before he could argue, the sound of sirens and red and blue lights filled the air. I looked around the alley and was met with three grown men with various injuries sprawled on the ground, two of them groaning in pain and I'm pretty sure one was crying. I look back up at the man that caused almost all of those injuries and I saw that he was…. jumpy, strung up, almost…. scared. And at that moment, I knew what I had to do.

"Come on" I say, making my way down farther into the alley.

When I realize that he isn't following me I turn around.

"You gonna stay here and wait to explain all this to the cops or will you please let me help you?"

He looks at me, takes one more look around at the scene before him, and heads in my direction.

I hope you enjoyed chapter one!

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-KZ