A/N: Apparently I am writing more Bucky/OC cause I just cant stop. Lol

I am never drinking again.

The thought painfully crossed my mind as I came barreling back to consciousness. The pounding that was rocketing back and forth through my head with an intensity that felt like my skull was seconds away from cracking, was enough to make me regret waking up. I should have stayed unconscious, when I was unconscious I didn't have to deal with a pounding headache, or the nausea that was firmly seated at the back of my throat threatening to send up whatever I had put in my belly last night, or the fact that I felt sore all over, specifically in my hips.

What the hell did I do last night?

I was going back to sleep. It was my day off. I worked hard. I deserved rest and I was going to sleep this hangover away. I didn't bother to open my eyes, rolling over slowly and carefully instead, snuggling into the pillow beneath my head, stretching out my limbs to-

I jerked when I felt something cold and hard beside me. There was a piece of metal in my bed, cold, long, hard, metal. I blinked my eyes open, coming face to- metal arm? I froze, following the metal arm from the relaxed fingers, up the forearm, over to the bicep that was accented with a red star, to its owner, the large and very naked, long haired man with a sheet barely covering his pretty nice ass, lying face down in my bed.

Oh wait, this is not my bed.

My bed was a queen sized bed with soft white sheets and a blue comforter and way too many pillows. This was a much larger bed, king sized, with deep red sheets, a black comforter that was bunched up at the foot of the bed and just two pillows. Who the hell can only sleep with two pillows?

I sat up slowly, careful not to disturb my bed companion, taking in the sight of the large room that we were in. It was a mess. There were clothes, mine and his I assumed, strewn across the room, a lamp lay broken on the floor, a desk sat against the opposite wall had a lamp overt turned atop it and small composition notebooks scattered around it on the floor, the accompanying desk chair fallen over. Did someone come in here and rob the place while we were passed out?

I looked back down at my bed companion, the stranger. More importantly, who the hell is this guy?

I tried to recall the chain of events that had led to me ending up in bed with this stranger, a stranger whose face I still couldn't see hiding under his long hair, but could tell worked out cause holy muscles Batman, and came up with a big fat blank. The last thing I could recall was clocking out of work, going home to find my roommate already dressed for a night out on the town and listening to her beg me to follow. I had refused, adamantly, and yet here I was, naked in a strangers bed, hung over like I was back in college and it was a regular Friday night, with no idea where I was or who I was with.

I have got to get out of here.

I moved carefully and slowly, easing out of the bed to not disturb the stranger or my already aching head. I didn't want to wake him, the last thing that I wanted to deal with right now was the awkward morning after a one night stand where you had to pretend that you would see each other again and that you remembered each other's names. I tip toed around, first retrieving my under garments from the foot of the bed, my skirt from the floor, my blouse from behind the nightstand, one heel from atop the desk, the other near the door. I pulled my clothes on quickly, thankful that I found my clutch on the floor as well, my money, debit and credit cards, keys and phone still inside. I pulled out my phone, frowning to see that I had 20 text messages. All from my best friend/roommate, ranging from encouragement and praise to worry and panic, starting at 2:00 am and one as recent as 3 minutes ago. I scrolled through them quickly.

2:00 a.m.-I saw you slip out with that hunk of man meat ;) I am so proud of you!

2:03 a.m.-BE SAFE. No raw dogging!

I rolled my eyes at that term. Like I would let anyone- I hesitated. I couldn't even remember the previous night. How the hell would I know that we had been safe? I looked up from my phone frantically scanning the rooms floor and nightstands until I saw the evidence of the use of protection, a ripped and empty foil packet, sitting atop the nightstand on his side of the bed. Three of them actually. I blinked. Damn. I felt both relieved and impressed by the faceless stranger.

3:39 a.m.- I'm at Brandon's. Call me when you're on the way home so I know he didn't chop you up into bite sized chunks!

3:40 a.m.- Wait did he have a metal arm?

I stifled a chuckle. Yes. The stranger and apparent sex machine did have a metal arm. What an odd box to check off the 'I've had sex with someone who had' list. Metal arm. Check.

8:00 a.m.- Jade?

9:05 a.m.- Omg Jade please be alive. Your mother will kill me if you die because I let you go home with a fine ass metal armed stranger!

10:50a.m- Dammit Jade answer your phone!

10 missed calls followed those texts. I checked the time it was nearly noon. Shit. I was going to go home to one panicked and irritated roommate.

I jumped to my feet quickly, making my head pound harder and the soreness in my body, specifically my hips, flare up. My clutch fell from my hands as my hands instinctively shot up to my aching skull, sending the contents of it scattering across the floor. I froze, eyes darting to the stranger who didn't even budge, damn he's a heavy sleeper, he hasn't even moved since…wait…please don't be dead? I shook my head at the morbid thought, scolding myself for even thinking it, but still waited until I saw the rise and fall of his muscular back as he breathed in and out, before moving again. I grabbed my belongings, shoving them into the the clutch before bolting for the door, clutch and heels in hand, opening and tip toeing out backwards to make sure he didn't wake and closed the door quietly-.

"Oh hi…I didn't realize Bucky had company."

Bucky? Who names a kid 'Bucky'?

I went still at the voice behind me, turning to find-.

"C-Captain America?" I stuttered looking up into his stunning blue eyes.

He stood directly behind me, dressed in jeans and a red shirt that was probably one size to small because no ones muscles should stand out that much, looking perfect. Even not dressed in his trademark Captain America suit, I knew who he was, I had stared at his poster many times, there was no way I wouldn't recognize him. He smirked sheepishly. I blushed.

"Call me Steve, please. And you are?" He extended a hand.

Doing the walk of shame in front of none other than Captain America himself apparently. I took the hand that he had offered, shook it once and let it go. "Jade. My name is Jade. And I am going," I said quickly.

I sidestepped past him as he looked at me with a puzzled smile and realized suddenly where I was. I was in the Avenger's compound. What gave it away was all the Avengers staring at me from the shared living room. I recognized them all immediately, the black widow was sitting on the couch, relaxed and comfortable in her casual clothes a book in her lap, a surprised, but amused smile on her face. Hawkeye and Falcon were standing near the large pool table at the back of the room, pool sticks in their hands, large teasing smiles on both their faces. I had a feeling that…what did Captain America call him? 'Bucky' was going to be getting teased about this as soon as he awoke from his alcohol induced coma. My face flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh my god it's the Avengers," I blurted before I could stop myself.

A few 'hi's' rang out although I wasn't sure from who. I was too busy dying of embarrassment. Time to go Jade. Now.

"Uh…nice to uh..meet all of you…have good day- A!- have 'A' good day..," I stuttered quickly, avoiding their amused looks and turning on my heel and walking as quickly as I could without running to the elevator doors. Wow Jade look at you, impressing the Avengers with your marvelous conversation skills and graceful exit from their teammates room, I thought sarcastically.

I reached the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly until there was the familiar sound of a ding that sent a wave of relief through me. Then the doors opened and I was staring at a surprised Tony Stark. Oh dear god it's Iron Man. The surprise quickly left his face as he surveyed me and a sly smile spread replaced it. He reached out to hold the elevator door open, stepping back to let me in. I'm certain that I was redder than a tomato.

"Hello there, which Avenger did you…visit?" He asked with a knowing look, stepping out of the elevator, still not removing his hand, keeping the doors from closing.

Oh god. "Umm…"

"Umm? Wasn't aware we had an Avenger named 'Umm'," Stark chuckled, clearly amused by my embarrassment.

"Bucky?" That sounds like a question, Jade. I cleared my throat and spoke again. "I was here with Bucky."

Stark's face fell. "Manchurian Candidate? You were here with him?"

I felt an eyebrow raise. Manchurian Candidate?

"Tony leave her alone," came a voice from behind him. "Let the poor girl go. I'm sure she wasn't expecting to meet the whole team this morning."

It was the black widow and I wanted to hug her. Yes, please, let the damn doors close. So I can go die of embarrassment in a cab.

Tony scoffed. "This isn't the whole team. Thor and Bruce aren't here. Plus, I am just wondering how a beautiful girl like her is doing the walk of shame away from Barnes' room," he replied in disbelief.

I frowned. The black widow approached quickly, removing Tony's arm from in front of the doors herself, offering me a friendly smile. "Excuse the men here. Some of them have no home training or manners apparently," she shot Tony a glare. "It was nice to meet you, Jade. Have a good day."

The elevator doors started to close, much to my relief and the last thing I heard from Tony Stark was, "Excuse me Natasha, I am very well trained."

I am never going drinking with Thor again.

My head was killing me and I was certain death was on its way to take me. Groaning and cursing I rolled over in bed, instantly regretting doing so as pain shot through my skull. There was no way I was removing myself from my bed any time soon. Carefully taking my pillow from behind my head I put into over my face, blocking my eyes from the bright light threatening to drag me completely from unconsciousness before I was damn good and ready.

Beside my bed, someone cleared their throat.

I startled, my eyes snapping open to see Steve standing over my bed with a smirk. "Christ, Steve, announce yourself would ya'?" I grumbled, sitting up slowly and holding my head. "What are you doing in here?"

"Checking on you. Rough night?" He taunted.

"That is the last time I drink anymore of Thor's asgardian alcohol," I ran a hand through my long hair with a heavy sigh. "So much for not being able to get drunk."

I had gotten beyond drunk. I had been plastered. I had underestimated Thor when he had told me that Asgardian alcohol wasn't for mere men, it was for the mighty 'gods'. Cockily stating that I was no mere man, I was a super soldier for god sake and could handle it I had foolishly partaken; and combined with the regular alcohol at the bar he had dragged me to and that random shots of the Asgardian brew I was goner. Admittedly it had been nice after such a long time, to drink my problems away, but the consequences were going to kill me. Or atleast that's how I felt. So much for super soldier enhanced healing against the likes of Asgardian alcohol.

"Your company just left," Steve continued ignoring my comments.

I blinked. "Company?" I brought someone back here? To the compound? I looked around my bedroom, taking in the fact that it looked like a tornado had run through it, my clothes from last night strewn across the room, my lamp broken, and my journals which were normally neatly stacked on the desk all over the floor around it. A tornado had come through here. A sex tornado apparently.

"Yeah, a woman of course, young, pretty, curly hair, brown eyes, bout this tall," Steve put his hand in the air about his chest height. "Said her name was Jade. I'm proud of you, Buck. I thought you'd never get back in the saddle."

Jade? I tried to think back to the previous nights events, trying to picture this woman that Steve was describing and coming up with a blank. I didn't remember anything. What the hell do Asgardians put in their alcohol? "Was she…okay?" I asked hesitantly.

Steve hesitated. "Was she okay? You mean did she run screaming from the room in terror?"

"Did she look hurt?" I elaborated with a sigh.

Steve shook his head in bewilderment. "Well she was definitely embarrassed coming out of your room to a room full of Avengers. Stark made some comments to her of course once he found out she was here with you, but overall she was walking normally and looking healthy. Why do you ask that very odd question…?"

I felt a little relief at that and a sudden irritation with Stark. "You know I havent been with anyone since," I motioned to my metal arm. "I hope to god I didn't hurt her."

"Buck, she looked fine," Steve assured. "Did she leave a number?"

I shrugged looking around the room again for a note or anything and seeing nothing. I did take in the three empty condom wrappers on my nightstand. Wow. I suddenly felt smugly proud. "Honestly, Steve, I cant even remember her face or anything from last night."

Steve's eyes caught something and he was bending down, picking up what looked like a small slim card and offering it to me. "Well maybe this will help jog your memory."

It was her ID. It must have fallen out of her bag or something. My eyes took in her picture, she was beautiful, with light brown skin and curly dark hair and bright brown eyes. She had a nice smile. She looked normal. What could have possibly possessed her to go home with a guy like me?

"I should mail this back to her. She'll need it," I commented setting the ID down on the nightstand.

"Mail it?" Steve laughed. "Take it to her! It'll give you an excuse to go see her, obviously you guys were into each other and maybe you can take her on a date."

It was my turn to frown. I gazed at Steve incredulously. "Who is going to want to date this?" I waved my metal arm at him. "Besides I am sure she was as drunk as I was. That's the only way she would have gone home with me."

"You don't know that. Give yourself a chance for Christ sake, Bucky," Steve rolled his eyes. "Take her the ID. Be a gentleman. Ask her out for coffee."

"Why are you so dead set on this?" I grumbled.

"Cause you've been out of the ice for months now and you need something more in your life than me and missions. Take the ID to her. Ask her on a date. Captain's orders," Steve replied walking to my bedroom door.

I snorted. "If you think for one second I am going to listen to you just cause people call you Cap-."

He turned back to me with a warning look that I had seen before. It was a much more intimidating look now that he was 6 foot and 220 pounds of serum enhanced muscle, and not the small guy from Brooklyn who had been 5'4 and maybe a buck-40 wet. "Bucky," he said simply.

I relented without a fight. He wouldn't let this go. Steve was annoyingly determined like that. "Fine. I'll take it to her and ask her out alright? Happy?"

"Estactic," Steve answered with a smirk.

"While I am very proud of you for breaking out of your celibate shell and scoring some hot man meat; I am extremely disappointed that you didn't follow basic best friend one night stand safety etiquette, meaning you text me the address you're at, the name of the man you're with and then send follow up texts post coitus and on your way home to let me know you're alive!"

I was holding the phone nearly an arms length away and I could still hear Iris talking loud and clear as though she were on speaker phone. Once she had finished her motherly, and very loud, rant I put the phone back to my ear.

"Iris, I was so drunk that I don't even remember what happened last night," I sighed putting my head against the window. "I didn't even remember the guys name. Where were you to stop me from this very bad decision? I had to do my walk of shame with the Avenger's team as an audience."

"You basically just disappeared! Said you were going to get a drink and then I look over and you're talking to the metal armed guy and Thor -one of the Avenger dudes so no surprise about your audience- and I am too impressed to think 'wow I should stop her'. I thought I'd let you branch out! And then your tongue was down metal armed guys throat and you both seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it and I know you havent been with anyone since Patrick so-."

"Christ Iris, when you saw me with my tongue down the mans throat would have been a perfect time to step in! You know that's not me."

I tried to imagine that moment, but hadnt even seen the mans face so it was all coming up blank. Shoving my tongue down a strangers throat was definitely not in my character. It had taken me ages to even get up the courage to ask Patrick out and that 5 year long relationship had ended in disaster.

"Jade, I just wanted to see you have some fun and-," she paused and I could imagine her doing that little shrug she did when she had no further argument. "Well you looked like you were having tons of fun with Mr. Metal."

Mr. Metal. I rolled my eyes. "Well you cant be mad at me for not following 'Best friend one night stand safety etiquette' when you allowed me to go off in an inebriated state with strangers!"

Iris sighed. "Oh please, one of them was an Avenger. I knew you weren't in that much danger. But can we move on to more important things?"

"More important things? Like what?"

"The sex, obviously, hello! How was it? I mean come on and give me the tea sis."

I put my face into my palm. "Goodbye Iris," I growled before hanging up.

This is dumb.

I stood outside of the apartment complex that was listed on Jade's ID as her address. The sun was close to setting and while I had wanted to bring the ID as soon as possible to just get it out of the way, Steve thought it would be a brilliant idea to wait till close to dinner time to use that as an excuse to take her out. And so I stood outside the apartment building in my best jeans and a dark blue shirt and black leather jacket over it and my heart pounding so hard I was sure it was going to burst right out of my chest. I walked into scary and dangerous situations every week for a living and this was what got my heart pounding in fear. I wasn't good at this, not since…well not since I'd lost my damn arm and had been turned into a brain washed assassin. I hadnt taken a girl out since the 1940's and back then I had two arms and was a normal guy who didn't know about 50 ways to kill someone in a second and could sleep through the night without waking up screaming in a cold sweat with the lingering feeling of warm blood on my hands.

This is really dumb, I thought again.

But still my feet moved and I entered the building, glancing at the ID clutched tightly in my fist once more to find her apartment number. I took the stair case up to the third floor, feeling my jaw set as I approached the door. Knock. Give her the ID. Be nice. Be a gentleman. DON'T BE WEIRD, I huffed at my own thought. Ask her out. Fully expect her to say no and be okay with that and go home and tell Steve his plan failed. Move on with my life. I nodded to my own plan and stopped right at the apartment door, knocking carefully with my metal fist. The last thing I needed was to break the damn door down.

I could hear footsteps and laughter approaching the door and it opened quickly. I didn't even hear the turn of a lock. A young woman stood there, mixed, pretty, long braided hair, smiling nervously, but she was definitely not Jade. She looked nothing like the photo on the ID. Was I at the right apartment?

"Mr. Metal," she breathed as she seemed to recognize me, her smile widening.

Mr. huh? "Excuse me?" I frowned.

"Jade! Someone's here for you!" She ignored me, calling over her shoulder before beckoning me into the apartment with a wave of her hand.

I stepped in cautiously, finding myself in a nicely decorated living room and spotting the woman I had spent the night with, but had no recollection of, rising from the couch. She was dressed in a tank top and fuzzy mint green pajama bottoms that had penguins wearing scarves on them, her curls were pulled back into a unkempt pony tail, and she held a bowl of ice cream in her hand. Plain vanilla by the smell of it. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe and back up, widening when she realized who I was. My heart skipped a beat when her beautiful bright brown eyes locked with mine.

"Bucky?" She breathed in disbelief.

Hearing her say my name sent an unexpected throb through me that was accompanied by a flash of memory, one of her beneath me, face contorted in pleasure, my name coming off of her lips in that breathy voice echoed in my mind. I tensed and realized that I had been silent too long. It was bordering on creepy. Say something for god sake!

"Uh…hi..."

Smooth Barnes. Real smooth.