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DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters or anything from the Marvel universe. I'm just a fan who fancied writing up what I'd like to happen with Bucky after Captain America : The Winter Soldier, which is where my Fic starts. Right from the end of Movie 2. So I hope you enjoy what you read. #MatureContent.

Antonia "Toni" Hawthorne - Odette Annable

It hadn't taken him long to grab a disguise after his fight on the helicarrier with the one they called Captain America. His head was still in pieces as he moved around the large shop. Everyone was in a panic and running around after the news of what had happened to the three helicarriers, no one noticed him grabbing a backpack and some clothes. Slipping into the changing room James Buchanan Barnes closed over the door and gingerly turned around in the cramped space to look at himself in the mirror.

His hair was falling into his eyes and he pushed it back with his hand. The cold metal scratching against his scalp. For the first time he could ever remember, he was alone. Totally free from his handlers. His training was telling him to regroup, return to base and recuperate the losses but another part of him, the part he felt when looking at that target on the helicarrier stopped him. That stranger. He spoke to him, refused to fight, to defend himself.

I know him...he knew me...How? How did he know me? Who was he?

He looked back at his reflection and his eyes darkened. His hair and face were a mess. His black armoured clothing torn. His daggers and gun gone. A soft pained look crossed his face as he raised his hand to touch his robotic arm and a question left his lips. The first sound to part from him since the fight.

"Who am I?" He whispered softly before his fist soared out and hit the mirror, shattering it at his feet.

"Hello?" a woman's voice came from the other side of the door, and a sharp knock. "Is someone in there? The store is closing, I'm going to have to ask you to come out, please?" The soft feminine voice started off filled with authority before slipping into more of a soft plea.

Toni fiddled with her shirt and bit her lip softly as she heard a muffled grunt coming from behind the door and a few moments later a man opened up the door and towered above her. She swallowed hard and blinked a little. He was wearing their clothes. She could see the pile of tags and security bars on the floor behind him. He had on a baseball cap, a large black hoody that was zipped all the way up and black jeans. It took her a moment to realise he also had one of their backpacks slung over his shoulder.

"Um, Sir? You do plan on paying for those clothes right?" She asked, her voice trying to sound stronger than it was coming off.

"No," the figure spoke before walking past her, he manoeuvred around her easily in the small corridor.

"Excuse me?" Toni reacted in a way she'd always been told not too. She reached out and grabbed the mans left arm, attempting to stop him. "That's -stealing-."

He actually stopped, turning around to face her slowly he looked from her to his arm. He'd tensed automatically on instinct, ready attack, ready to kill her if need be but...as he looked back up at her, her eyes caught him. Such innocence was held in them. She was no threat to him. She was unarmed. His eyes moved from hers downwards until he saw the small tag on her chest and he leaned in close to read it. To her credit she didn't clinch or move away, she did however let go of his arm.

"Antonia," he spoke her name softly, delicately before he stood back up tall once again. Toni suddenly realised just what kind of situation she'd gotten herself into. He was huge. His shoulders practically took up the entire breadth of the corridor and she had just blocked her own escape if he tried anything...-funny-.

"Look, Sir, I don't want any trouble, okay?" She took a step back and held up her hands, "I must have made a mistake, please?" She felt her heart begin to race as he looked her up and down slowly, a confused look on his face.

"I can't pay. I don't have money." He tilted his head as he looked at her, blinking a few times, "I'm sorry", he spoke before stepping back and making his way out of the changing room and out of the store quickly. People would be looking for him and he had no idea where to go now.

Toni just stood there as she watched him leave, letting out the breath she'd been holding in before she leaned back against the wall and ran a hand through her long dark curls. After a few moments she hurried out of the changing area and locked up the store, the theft wasn't a big deal in the grande scheme of things. She'd seen the news like everyone else. Things falling from the sky, secret government organisations actually being Nazi's or something like that. Frankly all she wanted to do now was get home and curl up in bed. 10 minutes later that's what she was driving on her way home to do.

Sipping her water as she stopped at a red light she suddenly caught sight of him. The man from the changing room. He was pacing back and forth in an alley across from her. He looked lost and confused. Toni knew what she should do. She should keep on driving and go home. He wasn't her problem. He could be crazy for all she knew and dangerous.

"Shit" she mumbled to herself as she pulled up to the alley entrance and wound down her window. "Hey! Um, guy from the changing room!?" She called out to him and he stopped pacing and looked up at her suddenly.

"Oh shit this was a bad idea..."she mumbled as he slowly moved towards her, thankfully he stopped a few paces from her car, "um, do you need help or something? You seem a bit..." Loopy was the word she wanted to say, "lost?"

He wasn't sure what to make of it. She was the girl from the store. The one who grabbed him. The one with those eyes...Was she following him now? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of anything now.

"I have no where to go" he said to her in all honesty, looking up and down the street as if he was afraid something was going to suddenly appear.

"Alright...well..." Oh god, you're not seriously going to do this are you? She asked herself mentally, What if he's some psycho killer? Or a rapist? But what if he's just a guy who needs some help? Oh fuck...

"Do you need a place to crash?" She asked, her mother had always told her she was too trusting with people, too kindhearted.

"Crash?" He looked back at her confused and rubbed his left arm.

"Do you want to come stay at my place tonight? Get you off the street, and figure out where you're going?"

He couldn't understand why she'd offer him a place to stay. She had nothing to gain from it. He had almost hurt her back in that store, she'd been afraid of him...Why would she offer him this?

"Why?" was all he said to her, his face hard and dark. She was regretting this offer already.

"Because...you look like you could use a friend and...I don't like to see people in need and do nothing" she told him, "and you can stay, just so long as you promise not to hurt me".

She'd always been like this. Bringing home stray dogs, taking care of injured animals, volunteering at shelters since she was 10 to feed the homeless. She was too naive, one day she knew it'd get her into serious trouble she just hoped it wasn't this time.

"Yes, I won't hurt you" he nodded once and stepped up to the car and walked around to the passengers side door. She quickly unlocked it so he could get in. He looked big in that corridor but crammed into her little car he was ginormous. He sat with the backpack on his lap and his face glancing down, concealed by the baseball cap.

"So...you know my name...what's yours?" She asked trying to fill the awkward silence that was beginning to build up in the journey to her flat.

He took a moment before he answered as if having to seriously think about his answer. She glanced at him once or twice before he finally spoke up.

"Bucky. My name is Bucky."

Well hope you're enjoying it so far. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think. Good or bad I don't mind either really. {Winks} Catch you on the next chapter.