Why did it always have to rain when I didn't have a coat I thought to myself as I ran towards my apartment block, the cool drops of water soaking though my clothes and straight to the skin. It had been such a nice day as well not a cloud in the sky. Then the night had rolled in disguising the clouds. It was that heavy that I had decided to run the four block back to my apartment and I wasn't a runner!

It was three in the morning, and what drunk or high idiots I usually met on my way home from the bar were no longer standing around the street corners so at least I had the rain to thank for something. As I was nearing my apartment block though my eyes caught side of a shadow near the parked cars. I stopped. Trying to make out what I was seeing through the sheet of rain. Was that a person? If it was then it was probably a drunk.

'Hi, are you all right?' I called out. The shape moved, definitely a person but who? If it really was a drunk I couldn't just leave him out here not in this weather. I had been brought up to help those that needed help despite it probably being a stupid thing to do especially in this city. This wasn't a small town in Scotland I mentally reminded myself. I decided to walk over to the cars not sure if he had heard me properly. As I walked over the person sank to the floor his hands fisted into his hair. 'sir? Are you alright do you need me to call someone?' I asked him as I placed my hand on his shoulder. It happened so fast there wasn't time to shout for help. A cold metal hand lashed out grabbing my wrist and his head shot up. He quickly jumped to his feet and spun me round pushing me up against the car knocking the wind out of me. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his body pressed against my back holding me against the car. Oh god please don't attack me I thought as I began to struggle.

'Don't' the man hissed in my ear. I stopped.

'Please, don't rape me' I pleaded. His weight shifted as soon as the words were out my mouth, I felt his body leave mine as he released my wrist.

'I… sorry…. I wouldn't…' the voice told me quickly the harshness from his voice gone. I turned to face him. He was soaked as much as I was, but he was also banged up. He had bruising to his forehead and a cut to his chin and left cheek. My eyes fell to the mental hand that had grabbed me moments ago, not just a hand, his whole arm was metal, like something out of terminator. He was dressed all in black, tactical looking. Id never seen a man like him before in my life. His hands shot up to his head again as he pulled at his hair.

'Okay stop that' I told him grabbing both his wrist before he pulled his own hair out. He realised his hair and froze but at least this time he hadn't gone all ninja on me. My eyes caught sight of a gun making me freeze. I should have just kept walking I told myself. 'what's your name?' I found myself asking him. This guy clearly had issues; I had worked with people with dementia before, but I wasn't sure my time working with them could help me with a guy like this. He seemed to have different issues.

'He called me Bucky' he mumbled to me. I wasn't sure who he was referring to but at least I had a name though it didn't sound like a real name, a nickname maybe? It would have to do.

'Bucky, I think you should come inside before you get a cold' I told him calmly. He let me lead him out from behind the cars, but his eyes were wild, darting everywhere like he was expecting something to happen. Maybe he had PTSD or paranoia or something I though as I led him up the stairs and along slightly until I was at my door. I released his wrist so I could fish the keys out my back pocket. Inserting the key, I pushed the door open and pulled the unstable man inside after me. I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing or thinking at this point. The guy clearly needed help though. 'right this is the bathroom' I told him showing him the bathroom. 'start getting dried and I'll bring you a clean change of clothes' I told him. I went into my room and fished out the box of my old boyfriends clothes and he had never come to collect. They where clean, hopefully they fit him. As I made it back into the bathroom Bucky hadn't moved, he was just staring at himself in the mirror like he was just seeing himself for the first time. 'Bucky…You need to get out of your wet clothes' I told him in a slow calm voice. He didn't look at me but at least he started to unbuckle the straps of his leather vest. I quickly grabbed a towel and placed it over his shoulders as he dropped the materiel to the floor. He was in good shape, but he was black and blue. It looked like he had took on a tank and lost, I was surprised he was still standing. 'Put on whatever you want out of this box' I told him quickly as he began to unfasten his trousers. I quickly left shutting the bathroom door behind me, I didn't want to see him naked he needed some privacy.

I sat down on my sofa, mobile in my hand. I needed to phone someone but who? My first thought was the police, but he hadn't attacked me, well, he hadn't hurt me, sure he was carrying a gun but loads of people had guns in this city. The hospital maybe? Would an ambulance come and get a man that was just bruised and a little confused though? It didn't look like he had any life threating injuries that would make them rush out here. family? Maybe he knew of someone I could call; I would have to ask him and go from there.

I looked up as he stepped out the bathroom. He had slipped into a pair of jeans, top and zip up hoodie, the long sleeves almost fully covering his metal arm. What about that metal arm? It didn't look like any prosthetic I had ever seen, it looked expensive.

'Thank you' he said. I smiled, he had manners then.

'You're welcome' I replied, 'is there anyone I can call to come and get you?'

'No'

'No family?' I asked.

'There all dead' he stated simply. Okay so now what?

'Would you like something to eat?' I asked him. He didn't reply, his eyes scanning the room before they landed back on me.

'Why are you helping me' he asked me suddenly.

'Um, because I want to' I replied. He shook his head.

'I'm a bad person, I've done bad things' he admitted quietly. What kind of bad things? I really didn't want to ask, I could tell he had been in a fight, had he killed someone? God I hoped not.

'Not to me you haven't' I replied, 'I'm going to make some pizza okay?' I added; he nodded his head at me but never moved.

By the time the pizza had finished cooking Bucky had sat himself down on one of the chairs, he had ate a whole pizza to himself, they way he ate made me think he'd maybe skipped a few meals. He was becoming more and more of a mystery. He seemed to be settling a little bit more though, just slightly. I was still on my soaking wet clothes so I excused myself, shutting myself in my bedroom and drying as quickly as I could. I had a feeling when I went back out there he would be gone. Surprisingly though as I made my way back in into the living room in my pjs he was still there, he hadn't moved an inch.

'Earlier you said he called you Bucky, who's he?' I asked.

'The man in the Helicarrier' he replied automatically.

'What Helicarrier?' I replied confused. I had heard something about one of those at work tonight, some guy had said he'd seen clips on the news of it falling into the river about three miles from here. There'd been some big fight evolving Captain America.

'Shields' he growled shooting up from the chair, in two strides he was in front of me pushing me into the closest wall, he drew his gun from the back of his trousers and pointed it my heart. My breath caught in my throat. His eyes looked different to how they were two minutes ago, I found it more worrying than the gun aimed at me. Did this guy have split personality's? 'I've told you too much, hydra doesn't leave witnesses' he hissed at me. Who the hell was hydra?

'I… don't know who hydra is' I admitted trying to stay calm. His eyes narrowed as he stared into mine, did he think I was lying?

'You're not my mission' he told me. Okay now I was really confused. 'but hydra doesn't leave witnesses' he repeated to me. Was he hydra? He said he'd told me too much, though I felt he'd barley told me anything and he was going to kill me over barley anything! I needed a plan.

'But you said I'm not your mission' I reminded him. This stopped him, his brow furrowing as he looked at me. 'I haven't told anyone anything' I added 'and I wont if you do you can shoot me how about that?'

'If you run' he warned me in a dangerously low whisper 'I will hunt you down and kill you'

'I won't run' I told him quickly believing every word. Had I just become a prisoner in my own home?