A Chance Meeting: Chapter One

(Disclaimer, this will be a Bucky Barnes:Aka Winter Soldier and OC Fiction, if you all don't like it then Don't read!)

As Bucky Barnes AKA: Winter Soldier public enemy number one, thought that he was happy. He was kinda *dating* Black Window, he then found out that
the bitch couldn't keep keep her legs closed. Because he had found out through Dr. Banner: AKA The Hulk, that they had been together the whole time during
Bucky's *Relationship* with Widow. But Bucky was glad that Bruce had the balls to tell him, about their secert rendevous or Bucky would look very stupid, and the
the doctor with anger problems didn't want Bucky hurt. From what the man had told him that Bruce was in love with Widow and that she was *with Bucky* out of
pity. Now he was free, and that true he was still a danger to others if certain words would be uttered. Bucky had decided on taking a walk to calm down and relax and
to take in the autumn air; always so clean and fresh and crisp.

As he was walking along the street's sidewalk, when he had ran into a young woman, from the looks of her she looked like she had been crying. Bucky had staggered for
a second, standing in front of him nursing her cheek. Bucky had continued to stare at her; she was so beautiful and delicate. From what Bucky could tell, she was fairly young,
maybe in her early 20s. She had an average build and height, fair creamy skin, very inky black hair that went past her shoulder a bit and the blackest eyes that any man that would love to get lost in. As Bucky's
eyes had drifted down to her mouth, may God himself help him from continuing looking at her mouth; she had a rose petaled-shaped mouth. And that body... May God himself
have to help him because once he looked down at her, he would sling her over his shoulder and take her away. Just by looking at her, she was so young and beautiful and lost, he could
tell that she had been crying, and a lot too.

Bucky had then looked over at her face, her face was beautiful. Her bone structure, it was a perfect blend of delicate and classical, her hand was still nursing her cheek. Bucky really
wanted to find the so-called man that had the gall to strike her, so that he could teach him a few things in respect and to never hit a woman. She was biting that perfectly shaped lower
lip of hers, that was testing his endurance and then some, Bucky had cleared his throat "I am sorry, Miss, I didn't look where I was going...'' She had interrupted him, with a slight smile
she had said "The fault is all mine, sir, I should've really looked where I was going.'' When she had accidently had lowered her hand and that's when he saw the red mark that was forming
into a bruise that was just along her cheek bone. The girl looked like the famed deer caught in the headlights, her dark eyes were looking at him with her dark eyes twinkling, with unshed
tears.

Rachel had froze, this man in front of her was a God! The man had dark brown hair that reached his neck and his soul piercing blue eyes were peering into her soul, she had focused her attention
on his shadowed jaw. Oh God, she loved that on a man, he was a perfect combination of strength and lean and toned and muscule; his arm got her attention it was metal. Pitty had laced its way into
her heart and her soul; he seemed to tower over her, not that she was tall. From what she could tell that he was at least 6'0'' and Rachel was at least 5'7'' she had to tip her chin up to look at him. Rachel
loved tall men, from the look of him, she could've sworn that he was either a bodyguard or a type of soldier. And if that was the case, he either could be her soldier or her bodyguard any day, Rachel thought
that God had broke the mold when he made him.

Rachel was just caught staring at him, she couldn't believe that she was caught openingly gwaking at him! Bucky had smiled slightly and cleared his throat, quickly snapping her from her thoughts- mainly about
him. Biting her lip again Rachel had continued to make eye contact with him, trying to forbid herself from drooling "I'm James Buchanon Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.'' Rachel smiled while taking a deep breath
"Bucky is nice, I like the name Bucky. I'm Rachel, Rachel Summers.'' He had slowly taken her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, while her eyes were continuing to examine him, she either wanted to
stay or run like hell and hide. Bucky had gently let go of her wrist and tipped her chin up with just two fingers, his index and his middle; Rachel had felt her heart stop, oh my God! Bucky had marvelled at her skin, it was
soft and perfect under his rough yet gentle touch.

Rachel had licked her lower lip, had Bucky nearly shamed himself, he wanted that mouth pinned under his or on his... He had quickly shook himself from anymore thoughts. Rachel had continued to take everything in on
this Bucky Barnes, his perfect body was hidden under a simple pair of jeans and sneakers with a long sleeved white top, she had guessed that his arm was metal because, when she bumped into him she had felt the metal where
his shoulder ended and she had guessed that the metal was all down his arm, and down his hand was a black glove. Rachel couldn't stop staring at his face, especially his eyes, his eyes were old eyes like they have seen too much;
if she had to guess his age she would've thought that he was in his mid 20s-early30s give or take.

As Rachel and Bucky continued to look at each other, both of them had slowly started to smile at each other. Bucky had felt at ease around her, he felt like nothing could reach him, he had felt that there was only Rachel Summers and
himself in the world. Despite the fact that there were people walking up and down the streets along with the cars bustling around; at that moment thunder had sounded and it had started to rain. Rachel and Bucky had looked up at the
sky as it began to pour down all over them. Bucky happened to look down at her attire, she was in a red mini dress that looked like it was made of leather or something like leather. it was strapless hugging around her full breasts and it
stops at just above her mid thigh, her feet were in a pair of very uncomfortable heels. She had leaned down and took off her heels, Rachel had smiled in the rain "Want to get out of the rain and get a meal, at my place?'' Bucky had smiled
and accepted her offer.

Both were running in the rain, Bucky's strong arm her waist to keep her from falling, after they had gotten to her house. Surprisengly they didn't get too soaked, she had shut and locked the door "Come in, make yourself at home Bucky. I'll
be a moment...'' Bucky had sighed and walked around the moddest house for a moment or two as Rachel was heard taking a fast shower; he had found a seat in the living room, on a heather colored couch. That couch was very comfortable,
after leaning back in his seat, he loved it when her dark eyes would light up like two of the rarest jems under heaven. He loved it when she had blushed when he had introduced himself to her, how her face had lit up blushing. Upon hearing a
small noise, Rachel was coming out of the bedroom/bathroom area, wearing a basic pair of soft gray flannel pants and a draw string with a simple equally soft gray long sleeved shirt. Bucky's mouth had nearly dropped opened when he saw the
delicate sway of her hips and the fullness of her breasts bouncing subtly with each step. Her small bare feet were making nearly quiet contact with a couple small white rugs and the wooden floors; Bucky couldn't believe just how clean the home
was.

Rachel had slowly taken a seat by him, he had got a better look at her. She was perfect to him, upclose, Bucky got a better look at the bruise that was starting to form along her cheek better; now he really wanted to find that little punk and show him
pain. Instead, he had forced his trademark half smile on his face, with a sigh Rachel had looked over at him "So, Bucky, tell me about yourself.'' She had decided to break the ice; not that Bucky minded he liked sitting there with her in the quiet just the
only noise that could be heard was the thunderstorm sounding its opposition. Bucky had turned his head over to her, he wanted her to know him as a man, not the super soldier killing machine that he was brainwashed into being, that was his past and it
was painful at times to live and re-live: and even talk about. Watching her bite her lip, Bucky had sighed "Not really much to tell, Rachel.'' He had started to tell her while leaning forward slightly to tuck some of her inky soft strands behind her ear, in doing
that, he had felt four piercings on her left and five on her right.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself, first, its your house.'' Bucky had asked as Rachel smiled, he was very good at deflecting, showing off her perfect white teeth at him "Want something to eat?'' She had asked while slowly taking him by the hand and leading
him to the kitchen, Bucky saw that it was a simple yet homey kitchen with white and blue decorating here and there; just off to the side was a nice dark wooden sectional with a wooden bench. After guiding him to the bench, Rachel had went to the fridge and took
out a plate of pasta; that she had made earlier today. And with the plate still in her hand, she had leaned in further and took out a small bag with slices of bread, after putting the plate and the bag in the microwave for a certain time. Rachel had walked over to him, and
gently touched his shoulder "I have beer, or fruit punch...'' She had asked while he had turned his attention over to her "Beer would be nice, thank you.'' He had said politely; he had never seen anyone that graceful and domestic, even in casual clothes. Rather than her
very indecent attire, "One beer coming up,'' As she had taken the Bud Light from the fridge and turning to place it in front of him while she was making a short mental note to go to the store tomorrow to get a few things, as soon as Rachel had done so Bucky's index finger
had grazed her inner wrist.

Just that simple act alone, was enough to stop Rachel's heart, bad enough that he was sin and salvation rolled into one, taking a deep breath, nearly forgetting that the microwave was sounding that the food was done. Both Rachel and Bucky were too busy trying to tame their
breathing, Bucky had decided to fully connect his hand with hers. Rachel could have sworn that she had felt both lightning and lava course its way throughout her system, or a lightning bolt from outside would find its way in her home and hit them causing them to go up in flames.
Rachel's skin was so soft, just the feel of this young woman's finger under his hand; Rachel had slender fingers and when he had connected them, he knew that she was different. Bucky then knew that no one's elses touch could or would do that to him as long as he lived, she was
starting to smile slowly as Bucky's blue eyes were becoming a darker blue nearly cobolt; Rachel had never felt such a charge in her life! Both didn't notice that the microwave was sounding that the food was done again, after reluctantly slipping her hand away from his, and taking
a few times over to the device just to save her soul!

Bucky was slowly letting out his breath, her silky skin was divine, it was just everything about her that was teasing him, those lips so pouty and come hither mouth... dear God just that within itself was a temptation, he had watched her out of the corner of his eye, watching her getting
the hot plate out of the microwave with a towel and placing it in front of him "Very hot...'' She had muttered out while briskly walking over to the drawer where he guessed that she had placed the utensiles and set a fork down there too. Rachel had bit her lip, while Bucky was eating, and
it seemed that he liked the food that she had made "This is good...'' He had muttered happily between bites, she smiled, Rachel had never really thought of herself as a good cook; she had thought that she was alright. As she was slowly sipping on her beer, sitting in a calming and relaxed
silence, she was wondering what to do next? Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, he was enjoying the meal, actually savioring nearly every bite. After he was full, wipping his mouth and finishing off his beer, Rachel had taken the plate and fork away from him "That was the most
amazing meal that I ever had, thank you Miss Rachel...'' She was grateful that her back was turned to him as she was filling the sinks, because she was blushing up a storm!

After she had cleaned up the mess, Bucky just sat there watching her, she was beauty and grace and innocence rolled up into one. After turning back around "Want another beer?'' She had asked while walking to the fridge and grabbing one for herself; normally she wouldn't drink beer- once
in a great while she would. When Bucky had nodded his okay that he had wanted another beer, she had smiled and handed him one and got another for herself, with their drinks in their hands they had gone to the heather colored couch just aways down from the kitchen. When they had seated
themselves, they were in a bit of an awakward silence, Rachel had sighed and looked over at Bucky "If you like, we can talk about ourselves, and if it becomes too difficult for us to explain, the one that is explaining would say its difficult?'' She had offered, he kinda smiled "So where are you from?''
Rachel had asked while placing her hand on his knee; Bucky had stared at it that slender hand. Rachel wasn't really a leading person, but there was something about him that Rachel couldn't place "I was born in Shelbyville, Indiana.'' He had continued to tell her about himself, about being in the armed
forces and about this personal life, about how he had lost his parents at a young age, Rachel had not removed her hand from his knee she had just sat there and listened to him.

"What about you, Rachel?'' He had asked, while reaching for his beer, and placing his other hand his metal one on hers, he was feeling her soft and comforting touch right through his clothes. Her touch was warming him, making him feel like a human being, Rachel had smiled sadly "I have no idea who
my father is, my mother, well she hates me,'' Sensing his question "She had even told me that it was my fault that my father had ran off, pressumed dead, I asked why I got kicked down the stairs, I was eight.'' Seeing the look on Bucky's face, he wanted to shake that woman or kill her and he was usually
pretty hesititant whenver it came to women. Even when he was Winter Soldier, The Demon, that was his name for that being; he was listening to her and her story "I remember that I was no older than six maybe seven; she had taken another man to be a *fatherly figure* to me. I hated that man, and he
hated me. There was nights that I would lay awake at night and I would hear him tell my mother that if I was older like thirteen they would pimp me out for money..'' Now Bucky was getting pissed, he had tensed, Rachel had sensed his change in demeaner, and being the sweet natured compassionate person
that she was "Its okay Bucky, I've come to terms with what kind of upbringing that I had, I wasn't pimped out. It was worse, much worse, the man that was to be my step-father. The man had a son from a previous relationship and he was a little shit; excuse my language, but he was. Anything that he did, and I
would tell him not to, I would get beat, anything that went wrong with him was my fault and I would've gotten locked in the basement and starved.'' Bucky wanted to find them and scare the hell out of them.

Rachel had then continued "Allen was the son and William was the father of that demon seed, and I thought that whenever a child was bad that they got punished. But not in this case, I was in the kitchen doing my homework, and I heard a crash, I ran into the living room and I saw that the little brat had broken
his gradnmother's mirror. And that was when I thought that he would actually get in trouble,'' Bucky wouold've tanned the little punk's rear to the point that the boy couldn't sit for a week, or for the rest of his life "Tell me that he at least got yelled at?'' Bucky had asked while placing his arm around Rachel's waist,
he needed the contact with her, "No, I was grabbed by my hair and William had dragged me up the stairs and tearing off my shirt,'' Bucky's eyes had widened as she had continued more, something had told him that this happened before " He had thrown me in the bathroom and undid his belt, he had beaten me I was
screaming for my mother, I heard her say to Allen that I was paying for my lies and that William will correct me.'' Rachel had went on about how the beating had lasted for another twenty minuets "When he was done I was forced to say *Thank You, daddy I'm sorry that I'm a failure.*'' Bucky was silent "I was from
Ohio originally, I was moved from there to New Mexico, after I was able to escape. After I escaped I lived in Germany, after another foster family had adopted me. I was able to get in the hospital, and they were treating my wounds and they had asked me what happened. I told the truth, I said that I wanted to get away
from the abuse.'' Bucky was glad about that.

"While I was talking to the police, those people had came in and putting on an act to the cops, I called them liars and that I wanted to be adopted by a nice family and those bozos were arrested, while I was moved to another part of the hospital. A couple had seen me and asked the cops and doctors if they could help me,''
A small smile had then crossed her face, showing off the sexy little dimple that had appeared at the corner of her mouth. That dimple had shown itself at the right part of her mouth, it took everything in Bucky's arsenal of self-control *NOT* to lean in and taste her dimple. He knew that he had felt something for her that was-
not a bad case of simple lust. It wasn't as if he didn't want her, he did, and what he wanted from her was a life with her. He knew that she was the one "How many times were you adopted?'' He had asked while pulling her closer to him while both of them were taking a drink from their beers "Twice, one family and I didn't really
want a teenager, so they changed their minds; as I said I was going on fourteen at the time. And this nice family had came along and adopted me, I liked them, and they loved me. Those people were still trying to get me back to their house, after a long trial, and those people were trying to deem me mentally unfit and everything
like that. I never took the stand until the last day of the trial, the judge wanted my opinion, and he was so nice to me; he had asked me how was my up-bringing with my mother. I told him that I lived in fear, and that I wanted to live with my foster family.'' As Rachel had went on, while Bucky had listened to her explain, he had
made a solem vow that he would be there for her.

Reaching his non metal hand over to her face, as he had tipped her chin up two tears were trailing their way down her precious face. After stroking them away "Rachel, little one,'' He had whispered while putting his arms around her and bringing her closer to his body and allowing her sobs to be absorbed by his body. He was starting
to love the way her body had molded into his. Before he realized it, her head was in his lap and she was crying, the way that his hands would stroke her silky and almost dried hair was soothing to him. Her past was just as cold as his, she never really knew love, he had remembered some bits. Rachel's tears had subsided, she had realized
that she had cried, in front of a complete stranger! Instead of being annoyed with her as she had thought that Bucky would be he had guided her head up to meet his face, giving her a light kiss on her soft cheek "Would it be too forward to ask you out, Rachel, I want to see you again. What do you say?'' He had asked while waiting for her
to answer, he knew that her ex boyfriend had given her that slap and he would ever much like to smack him around a few times. Bucky would find everything about him out for later, it was more important for him to have Rachel to know him as a man. And he in return, wanted to know her as a woman...

(End of Chapter one of Chance Meeting, Read and Review! Merry Christmas!)