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"You gonna stay here and wait to explain all this to the cops or will you please let me help you." He looks at me, takes one more look around at the scene before him, and heads in my direction.

Armelle pov

Thankfully, I live only a few blocks away and we make it to my apartment building without any problems. I walk in first and hold the door open for him, but he doesn't make any motion to walk in.

"It's okay. We're safe here." I say, hoping to give him some comfort.

He looks at me, his face emotionless, and walks inside. We make our way up to the fifth floor where my apartment is and I reach into my pocket. I instantly feel mystery man stiffen behind me. I slowly pull out my keys and unlock the door, walking in. I leave him at the door as I go in search of the first aid kit.

"Take a seat anywhere you want. I'll be right there." I say, rummaging through one of the cabinets in the kitchen.

"Ahha!" I mutter as I pull out the kit.

I make my way back to the living room where I see the man sitting on the couch, taking in his surroundings. I kick the coffee table away to make room and I sit right next to him, placing the first aid kit on my lap. Once again he tenses up.

"I'm going to need you to take off your vest and lift your shirt up." I say.

He nods his head and begins to undress. I notice that he's having some difficulty with the vest that looks so thick it could stop a bullet.

"Here, let me help." I say.

My fingers brush his as I try to unbuckle and unclip the vest and he instantly stops moving.

I look up at him to see if he's okay and I'm once again met with those blue eyes. I give him a small smile to put him at ease and finish removing his vest. His hand slowly draws up his shirt and I can feel his gaze on me as I take out the antiseptic, putting some onto a clean cloth. I turn to face him.

"This is gonna sting a bit, sorry." I say.

He doesn't say anything as I gently clean his wound.

"It doesn't look like the knife went in too deep to hit anything vital, thanks to that vest. You don't need stitches, but I'm gonna put on some antibacterial ointment and a bandage" I tell him, making eye contact.

He simply nods his head as I take out the ointment and bandage.

Taping the bandage in place, I start to put everything away. When I'm done I notice him staring blankly into space.

"Come on. You can rest in the guest room." I say, rising from the couch.

I wait for him to stand before making my way to the guest room. Entering the room, I go straight to the closet.

"Here are some of my brother's clothes that he left the last time he visited."

I point to my left, "And the bathroom is right over there."

I look up to find him standing near the door way. I walk towards him and right as I walk past him, I stop and turn around.

"Thank you. For saving my life."

He looks up at me and nods.

"Hmm… he doesn't talk much does he?"

I begin to take my leave when I turn back around.

"My name's Armelle by the way. Elle for short".

He doesn't respond at first and just when I think he isn't ever going to speak, he looks me in the eyes and quietly says "Bu… James. My name is James."

I smile at him and turn back around, making my way back to the kitchen. I put the coffee table back to its original position, lock the front door, and turn off all the lights. I pass the guest room as I make my way to mine and I can't keep myself from backing up and staring at the closed door.

"I don't know what this guy has been through, but he's broken. He needs help. And that's just what I'm going to give him."

Hello readers! I hope you enjoyed chapter 2; I know this chapter is pretty short but just you wait for chapter 3 – Bucky's pov! Just an fyi, this fanfic will be going back and forth between Elle's and Bucky's point of view, so you'll get to see Bucky's thoughts on when he first meets/saves Elle

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