A/N: I took this down because I lost inspiration to continue, but my friend really liked it so I'm putting it back up for those of you who enjoy this story.
Chapter One:
Honestly, he should have been expecting this considering the day he's been having. First, he misses his bus to the airport, then his flight gets delayed by four hours and he's stuck twiddling his thumbs for that length of time. To top it all off, halfway through his flight, he realises that he forgot his toothbrush in the small green plastic cup resting on the countertop in his washroom. So why wouldn't this happen to him?
Why wouldn't some douchebag decide to start playing their guitar at three in the morning?
Just as Bucky's about to finally drift off into a peaceful slumber, he's reawoken by a sour note in the middle of the intro to Blackbird. By this point, he can say that he's truly pissed off. He's been awake for over twenty four hours and this bastard is keeping him from finally getting some quality sleep. It's three in the morning for god's sake! Who the fuck plays the guitar in a hotel hallway at this time of night?! Why hasn't anyone called the lobby to complain about this?
If no one else is going to deal with this, then it looks like he's the one who has to. He groans loudly into his pillow and slowly gets out of his bed. He doesn't even bother checking his appearance, it's 3am, he can look as shitty as he wants.
He shuffles to the door, opens it, and leans against the doorframe. Sitting right in front of him is a Greek god of a man. He has blond hair that is cut short, and a shoulder to waist ratio that is to die for. He has strong arms, strong legs, fuck, everything about him screams that he's someone that you should not mess with because he can beat you into the ground.
The first thing that runs through Bucky's head when he sees him is 'oh no he's hot'. He suddenly forgets why he crawled out of his bed in the first place until he notices the acoustic guitar in the man's strong hands.
Bucky clears his throat, and the man with the guitar is shocked out of his trance. He looks up at Bucky with bright blue eyes and suddenly, Bucky feels bad for interrupting him.
"Can I help you?" he asks. He puts his acoustic guitar gently on the ground next to him. Bucky gulps and tries to summon the anger he was feeling a couple minutes earlier.
"Yeah, actually," Bucky responds while crossing his arms in front of him. "Your guitar playing is keeping me up."
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I had no idea!"
"Uh huh. Then why were you playing it in the hallway in the first place?" Bucky asks. "Do you even know that hotel walls aren't soundproofed?"
The man in front of him looks up at him and grins sheepishly. Apparently he didn't actually know that almost everyone in the rooms around them can hear his guitar playing. "I didn't want to wake up my room mate. I'm still pretty jetlagged and, well, I got bored and thought I should practise my guitar playing."
"At 3am?"
The man laughs, "yeah, I can't say that it's the brightest idea I've ever had."
"No kidding," Bucky huffs. He closes his door and sits down in front of it, looking at the blond haired man. "I can give you some pointers, I used to play the guitar."
"You'd give some random guy who kept you up pointers on how to play the guitar?" the man asks, unsure.
"Yeah I would, especially if he messes up the intro to a beautiful song."
"Hey, I never said I was good at playing the guitar."
"Touché."
"I'm Steve Rogers by the way," the man introduces himself with a grin on his face.
"Bucky Barnes," Bucky responds in kind.
"Your parents named you Bucky?" Steve asks, his eyes widen in shock.
Bucky rolls his eyes, he was expecting Steve to say that when he introduced himself. Everyone says it. When he had been a child, no one had given it a second thought, but now that he's in his twenties, everyone questions the sanity of his parents. "No, my first name is James, it's a nickname."
"How do you get Bucky from James?" Steve asks, he looks a lot less shocked than he had a couple of seconds ago.
"My middle name's Buchanan." Steve breaks out laughing at this, trying his hardest to keep it from becoming too loud so none of the other hotel residents decide to interfere or call the police to report the weird laughing man in the hallway. Bucky just sighs. "Do you want me to give you some pointers or not?"
Steve finally stops laughing and takes large gulps of air, he had obviously been laughing so hard that he stopped breathing. "Okay, okay," he chuckles. "I'll stop."