Chance meeting Chapter 2:

(Disclaimer see chapter one, and on with the story)

Rachel had sat there looking at Bucky, she was thinking that he had lost his mind, because no self-respecting man would ever want to be seen
with her unless she was paid. Rachel was an escort and she worked in a topless bar/club where strippers worked, and she has never slept with
her clients, and she was afraid to tell him that bit about herself. She had thought that he was wondering how she was living pretty well, with a
sigh she had looked at him. Bucky was staring at her with emotion in his beautiful baby blue eyes; she loved his eyes, she thought that whenever
he would ploy that look. That look would get him out of trouble, and a lot of it, she smiled "Sure, I'd love to see you again.'' She had bit her lip,
she was nervous about telling him something, he could tell. Bucky had paitently continued to stroke her cheek with such gentleness, she had thought
that her heart would break.

"What is it?'' He had asked while providing her with warmth, not just physical but emotional "Bucky, how would you feel if my choice of work isn't
flattering?'' Rachel had asked while choosing her words wisely; Bucky had looked kind of confused, she had gathered her courage "I'm an escort, and
I work in a topless bar. But I don't sleep with anyone, and I don't take off my top, most servers don't have to unless they want to...'' From what he could
tell, Rachel hated her work. And when she said that she didn't sleep with anyone, did that mean that she was a virgin? Okay too soon to think about that,
Bucky had looked at her and from what he could tell. She was telling the truth, she wanted a simple life and he could give her that life, well as soon as his
name had been cleared and the triggers were gone and there was no chance of that *nightmare* The Winter Soldier coming back.

"Rachel, do you hate your work, that much?'' She had nodded the answer to his question, so she hated her work and she wanted to find something better.
And he wanted a new life with her, but he would take things slow with her, she had told him that she was born and raised Catholic and proud of her religion!
Bucky could tell that something else was bothering her "What is it honey, tell me.'' He had softly commanded her, while having her small delicate chin in his
non metal hand. Rachel had licked her lower lip, how could she tell him? Rachel had sighed and gathered up her courage "It's a long and complicated story,
Bucky, and I don't want to bore you.'' Bucky had arched an eyebrow, "try me Loubv Maya.'' He had whispered, he was trying to coax it out of her, and she
would feel better he knew that. With a sigh "My ex-boyfriend would kill me, he has pull and money.'' She had explained, while looking down.

"Who is he and what does look like?'' Bucky had asked while plotting how he was going to beat the man up, or accidently do him in, that would be one kill that
he would gladly admit to and he wouldn't care. Rachel had looked at him, as Bucky's gaze had flitted to a small table that was near the window; getting up and
walking over to it. Rachel couldn't tear her gaze from his form, especially his butt he had one nice ass, she wanted to reach out and grab that nice-looking apple of
his. Bucky had felt her eyes on him, so she checking his rear end out, he hid a smile, he had seen a good bit of her body in that very revealing dress. Rachel was too
innocent to realize the havoc that she was causing with his body. Bucky had looked at the picture, it was of a man, he had grey eyes and tattoos and piercings, his hair
was cut in shape of a mohawk. His build was a bit of the slender side with some musucles, the picture had appeared to be ripped and he had seen that there was writing
on the back of the photo it read *Burn in hell you abusive coward* Rachel was behind him.

"That was from my roomate and best friend, Amber, she hated him from the first moment that she had laid eyes on him.'' Rachel had explained, while gently placing her
hand on his back. She was an innocent person and a good one too, he had never thought that he would able to find someone like her in many lifetimes. He had then wrapped
his metal arm around her, her body had made contact with something that was metal. Rachel had gasped when his arm had closed itself around her waist "What was that?'' She
had asked a bit shocked, Bucky was quiet for a second or two "My arm, it was blown off by the enemy, I was brainwashed into be being a killing machine. I had no emotions I
had nothing.'' Rachel had looked down in thought then her gaze had happened to flip to a newspaper clipping that had his picture that had said:

*****Bombing Suspect, James Barnes, known as either Bucky or Winter Soldier. He is still at large, do not approach him, he is dangerous...*****

Rachel had read the clipping over and over again, and there was just no way that this man that was being so gentle and compassionate with her was the same heartless demon, that the
papers and other sections of the media were painting him out to be. Her dark eyes were glittering up at his big beautiful baby blue eyes, he was staring at her in a bit of apprehention that
he was going to be damned, Rachel had touched his metal arm with more gentleness no fear. A smile had touched her face enhancing her dimples and making her mouth more kissable then
before. Bucky had touched her face with such tenderness and strength, Rachel reached up and touched his face with compassion and understanding. Bucky had found himself smiling for
no real reason, Rachel's eyes were glittering like diamonds "You should smile for often, Bucky.'' She had praised, as he hugged her, she giggled slightly as his shadowed jaw was tickling her
neck and jaw.

Bucky had tensed, her laughter was sexy and adorable all at the same time, he had never thought that a person let alone a woman would ever have that type of understanding. After parting
unwillingly, Bucky had decided to ask "What time do you want me to pick you up?'' He had asked as he had lifted her body up in his arms, she had giggled while wrapping her arms around his
neck. He had carried her to the couch and gently placed her on the soft and inviting coushions, he was so gentle with her, Rachel had bit her lip again. Bucky had seated himself beside her "How
about I pick you up around seven, tomorrow? I know a place, true its a bar, no one bothers you there. No one will touch you, I would personally make sure of that.'' Rachel had giggled as she took
a drink of her beer, as did Bucky "Okay, since tomrrow is Friday, Bucky, and I'm off from my jobs, and I really want to see you again. So yeah, pick me up on Friday at seven.'' She had grined against
his cheek. Bucky had stood up and gently helped her up and kissed her cheek.

When Bucky was in the process of leaving her house reluctantly, pulling up in the driveway was a black pick up truck and out came a slender young woman that looked about Rachel's age. Her hair was strawberry
blonde with gold highlights. Her hair was in soft curls down to her waist, her eyes were a blue green and she had a ready smile, her teeth were perfectly white and straight. The young woman had looked at Rachel and
at Bucky, her brow had arched in question. Rachel had gave her a look that could kill, then ignored her and tried to talk to Bucky "Hey Rachy, who's your friend?'' The girl had asked sweetly, then stepped towards the
two "You have any brothers?'' Rachel had smacked her own forehead "My name is Bucky, and not to my knowledge.'' Buck had muttered, the new comer had looked almost sad then asked "Got any male friends that are
totally free?'' Rachel had rolled her eyes, Bucky had chuckled a bit, he had promised her that he would be on time to pick her up and take her out, he had given her a kiss on her cheek "I'm Amber,'' The girl had said while
Bucky had tipped his head in her direction and walked off.

"Okay wench spill...'' Amber had said while the two were going inside, where it was very warm, Rachel was in the middle of picking up a couple of empty beer bottles that her and Bucky were drinking. The most beer that
she would consume would be one bottle two tops, not four and she wasn't even drunk. She knew that Amber wouldn't let this go for the world, rolling her eyes as her best friend's had met hers; after she had reached in the
fridge for a beer herself "Who is he, this Bucky?'' With a sigh, Rachel had continued to explain, because she knew that Amber would annoy her to the point where Rachel would choke her...

With Bucky

Bucky had felt happier, as he was walking to the safe house that he had shared with his best friend, Steve Rodgers AKA Captin America, he had felt lighter, not weighed down with such pain. Just a couple of short hours with Rachel
Summers had healed him, somehow it did. He had nearly missed his best friend Steve just sitting on the porch swing, as he had touched the door knob, the swing had made a creaking sound. Bucky had whirled around and saw him, sipping
on a beer. Bucky had walked over to him "Could use the company,'' Captin America had said as he had handed Bucky a beer. Bucky had shrugged and sat down and took the beer and drank "So how was your walk?'' Captin had asked while
he had leaned back and rocked the swing a bit. Captin had waited for his long time friend to answer "fine.'' Just one word reply, okay making some progress, not a lot just some. Whenever Widow would be around Bucky would just look as
if he were just tolerating her presence. When they were *together* however Bucky seemed happier, in this remote area in Ohio, where no one bothers you, or wants to know anyones' business. Steve had looked over at Bucky "Speak,'' Came
the dark hared man's voice, Bucky could do that- he just knew whenever people were going to talk to him or wanted to talk to him.

Bucky had just thanked God that he didn't completely sleep with Widow, because he would've had to shoot himself. Steve had looked at his friend again "Well, where did you go?'' Came his question, Bucky knew that one was coming either sooner
or later in their little talk. Bucky would've rather it be later. With a glare turning in Captin's direction "You know there are times that I think that I must shoot you... Or punch you in your face, whatever comes first.'' Steve had chuckled a bit when
he saw the little joking smile the Bucky had "I went for a walk, like I said, and I ran into someone.'' Now that got Steve's attention.

(End of chapter 2, I own nothing but the plot, Read and review! Hope everyone had a nice Christmas and have a fun and safe New Year!)