Bucky walked down the hall to the elevator of the apartment building he lived in, the harsh words of Dr. Raynor still buzzing around in his head. 'You don't even have 10 numbers in this phone. You need to be more receptive to people and make friends, James. It's the only way you're going to get any better.'
He pushed the button to summon the elevator and stepped inside once the door opened up. Still silently fuming, he pushed the button for his floor and the elevator ascended; dinging softly. He walked down the hall when a new sound reached his ears; the VERY shrill sound of children laughing.
"What the-" Bucky started before two African American boys about 4 years old bumped into his legs and then ran off. "Sorry!" They yelled in unison as they rounded the corner toward where his apartment was. A little baffled because the apartment across from him was vacant and very much empty when he left earlier that morning, he rounded the corner as well and was met with the two little boys looking out the big window.
"Brennan! Miles! Come back in here please!" Came a female voice, alerting the two boys and making them look at each other and run inside the open door of the apartment. Getting a hold of himself, Bucky pulled his keys out of his pocket and went into his mostly barren apartment; locking the door behind him. The hours ticked by like minutes and soon it was getting dark, Bucky's stomach growled audibly; a reminder that he hadn't eaten since the egg sandwich he had grabbed on his way to his therapy appointment that morning.
Sighing to himself, the former assassin left his apartment once more, this time the new neighbor's door shut and no children running through the halls. He went and got himself something quick to eat, returning to his apartment and finding a six pack of beer and a note on the floor in front of his door. He scooped up the beer, unlocked his door and went inside; turning his tv on, setting the beer and his food on the table before plopping himself down in the chair.
After he opened up the styrofoam container and picked a beer out of the six pack, he unfolded the note and read it to himself.
'Hi,
Sorry about the commotion earlier. My sister has very little control over her boys and they're sorry that they ran into you (they very happily told us the story). I figured a six pack was the way to smooth things over so I don't start off on the wrong foot with you. Hopefully you enjoy the beer and we meet face-to-face at some point soon! Again, super sorry about the boys. Enjoy your beer!
Your neighbor in 405,
Nya'
Bucky sat the note down on the table and started to eat, soon finishing his food and two beers before getting undressed down to his boxers and undershirt; laying on his pad of blankets and pillows that he called his bed. He felt around for the remote to turn the tv off and then, unable to find it, rolled over and fell asleep as best he could.