Shuffling down an dark alley in the rain, a war-torn soldier looked for some form shelter to keep dry. Cats darted past and distance strangers bushed by, avoiding the tall, long-haired figure. Wandering,he eventually found himself downtown standing in front of a glass skyscraper surrounded by equally large buildings. The office complex glowed warmly from inside but he doubted that he could go in and be welcomed. He made his way around back and found an underground parking garage, perfect for a shield against the wind. He ventured inside and found a spot in between a silver prius and a black pick-up.
He sat on the Cement parking block and pulled his hood up, vivid images flashed through his head. He tried to make sense of them, these memories that didn't seem like his own, the man who started it all, the one he pulled from the water. "He called me Bucky." He pondered this,his only clue as to what sort of life he had before this one. Head in hands he tried to clear his mind and put things in order. He heard a clicking sound, steady and getting closer, unable to find what memory this noise belonged to he opened his eyes and stood. He punched the pillar behind him with his metal arm. The clicking stopped, but he heard a loud gasp. He turned around and standing behind the prius was a woman. She was dressed in a white blouse,blue pencil skirt and a similar blue feminine blazer. He looked at her feet and saw that she was wearing heels. "Oh,that's what it was." He thought. The woman swiftly reached into the purse she was carrying and brought out something about the size of a cell phone. Bucky eyed it, wondering, but then a spark flew from it and an all too familiar sound came from the small device, he knew immediately what she wielded.
" What are you doing here?" Her voice was calm and clear,she looked straight at him, holding the taser in front of her body. Bucky shifted and made a small movement to conceal his hand.
"I,I was getting out of the rain." He said quietly but his deep voice and dark eyes made her take a step back.
"And you chose to stand right next to my car?" She asked. He looked at the prius. " Please! I would never drive such a lame excuse for a car." She gave a disgusted look and motioned to the pick-up. " Now who are you?" She questioned.
" I don't know." Bucky said after a moment. " You don't, know?" She said hesitantly. He nodded. "Where are you from?" She was starting to get curious. "I don't know that either. I don't know who I am, When I was born, who my family is. I think my names Bucky." He spoke hesitantly and she could tell that he really didn't know anything. She tilted her head and looked him over, taking in everything from the way he was standing to how he was dressed. She reached with her free hand into her purse and pulled out her wallet, keeping the taser up and pointed at him. She slowly pulled out some cash and put the wallet back. "Move over there." She pointed to the opposite side of the prius, where we would be far away from her. Bucky slowly moved, keeping his eyes fixed on her.
She bent to down and pickup a pebble, layed the cash on the truck of the pruis and placed the pebble on top. " Here's some money, Get some food, find a place to stay, and I think you should go to the V.A's." She started backing towards her car. " Why would I go there?" Bucky asked gruffly. " You look like a soldier, well besides your hair. But the way you carry yourself and your memory loss, it sounds like PTSD." She spoke softly. " Now stay there until I leave. Ok?" Bucky nodded. She walked backwards all the way to the drivers door and then got in quickly and sped away. Bucky watched her and then walked over to the cash, he found a hundred and fifty dollars there. He looked around but she was far out of sight by now. He started walking, going to find somewhere to eat but his mind kept going back to that woman. She knew nothing about him and probably thought he was a homeless nut. But still she helped him. "Why? Why would she help me?" he wondered as he came across a pizza parlor. It smelled great and he was starved. As he opened the door he looked back to the the tall skyscraper, maybe he would see that woman again. He felt that if everyone treated him like she did, he would at least have a chance.