Chance Meeting Chapter 3
(disclaimer... see chapters one and two, and on with the story.)
Steve had sat there, he wondered who did Bucky meet and when. He was waiting for an answer, when Bucky wasn't going to give him one,
he had decided to clear his throat "Go inside and get a cough drop...'' Bucky had muttered while tipping his beer from one side to the other,
as if he were in thought, he had felt Steve nudge him with his elbow "Your not going to let this go anytime soon huh?'' He had asked "No,'' Came
the blonde's reply. Bucky just wanted peace, but he was away from the slut from hell and that was peace enough "Her name is Rachel Summers.''
Steve had looked at him "I will have Furry check her out, just to be safe Buck.'' Not meeting his friend's gaze. Bucky was going to slam Captin's head
through the nearest tree.
"Thank you, but no I got someone that could do it, and will, and besides, I have a date with her tomorrow night.'' Now the beer was starting to make
him run his mouth, he had been sitting there with his friend and drinking multiple beers. Not a good idea. Bucky had stood up a bit gingerly, and began
to walk to the door, after going inside he had managed to walk upstairs to his room and plop down on the bed. Using his feet to remove his shoes, reaching
over at the night stand, and grabbing the phone and making a call. After two rings a voice on the other line, male about thirty his name was Keith:
Keith: Sup Bucks?
Bucky: You know I hate it whenever you call me that, I need information.
Keith: Came to the right man, bro, what can I do for you?
Bucky: I need information on a young woman by the name of Rachel Summers, or Rachel Black.
Keith: Why two names?
Bucky: She was adopted when she was younger, from a bad situation.
After Bucky had hung up, he had decided to take a fast shower and go to bed, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about Rachel and their date. A relaxing hot
shower, drying off and brushing his teeth. Bucky had slipped on a simple pair of red lounge pants, he had allowed his bare feet to touch the soft blue carpet after
climbing in his new king sized bed. Bucky had then pulled the red covers up to his chest, and turning over on his side as his eyes were glued to the window, it was
raining again; he was wondering what Rachel was doing.
*With Rachel*
She was laying in her queen sized, her warm blue gray fleece covers, she was not actually fighting to stay awake. Her book was still untouched on the night stand, usually
Rachel would get settled in her bed and open her book and read until she fell asleep, but she was warm and comforted, if she concerntraited hard enough she could feel
Bucky's arms around her. With a slight smile, she had gone to sleep.
*The next day*
Bucky had woken up, he knew that Steve would be meeting with the Avengers and with SHIELD almost all day, that meant that he would pretty much have free reing of the
house. He happened to look over at the clock on the wall, it was going on seven thirty, normally he would be up at six thirty. But he was actually dreaming sweet dreams, not the
screams of the victims that he knew their names and their faces. Deep down he knew that he wasn't really responsible for their deaths, with him being brainwashed to kill, but he
couldn't help but feel guilty, their last moments of being alive, their screams, the blood. Everything. Rachel had floated into his mind, just the thought of her was enough to make
him face that demon that HYDRA had made.
Reluctantly getting up and walking to the bathroom, as usual he would have a change of clothes already, after a quick shower, he had walked downstairs in a simple yet comfortable
pair of jeans and nothing else. His date with Rachel, he smiled a small smile, she was the most perfect thing that had ever graced his life. She did seem familiar, but he couldn't place
where, hopefully the call that he had placed with Keith last night would shed some light on it. Bucky was searching for something to eat, not really much of a cook like Steve was, Bucky
knew enough to get him by; deciding on a bowl of ceral. He had padded to the counter where the ceral was, after selecting his choice, and sitting down with his ceral and decided on some
coffee. Bucky sat there alone and eating his food, his attention was spiked when he heard the phone ring, thanking the call id on the phones, he saw Keith's number.
Bucky: Keith early, what do you have?
Keith: Nothing bad buddy, just things that I thought that you would want to hear.
Bucky: Okay, speak. (He had continued to eat his ceral and drink his coffee)
Keith: You are gonna love me, well not love me but like me more than normal.
Bucky: Depends on what I hear, now talk or get off of the phone.
Keith: Ok Ok, well, this will grab your attention, one she wasn't born in the USA. Your little Rachel Summers was born as Rachel Tarja Black from St. Petersburgh, Russia. And when she was five
months old, she doesn't know who her father is, and her mother aint so kind to her. Her mother's name is Clara Sue, I have no last name in the records, let me see... Rachel is 5'7'' 135lbs, blood type
B negative; and let me see what else? Ok she didn't get to go to college, she had went to a trade school and her grades went from barely passing, to making the honor role and the dean's list everytime.
And she has a certificate in cosmo, and in design, hell even her credit is perfect... damn I wish that my credit was half that...
Bucky: on with it while I'm young...
Keith: Ok ok, hmmm, says here that she gets paid under the table, its border-linning what's legal and illegal. And she was in an abusive relationship, her ex own her house, and she has been paying him off
to own it. And because of that she is beaten a lot, she was even forced to orally pleasure him, by knife point...
Bucky: How did you know that? (He was plotting to kill her ex... slowly.)
Keith: I hacked his website, and he's a sick man, let me tell you that much. He had done something like this one other time, and that was with a 16 year old girl, his step-sister.
Bucky: Anything else? (While he was washing out the bowl and cup and spoon)
Keith: Nope, not to my knowledge...
When had gotten off the phone he had leaned himself against the sink, he was reeling, Rachel had worked hard from the hell that she had to endure when she was younger. And he was going to find her ex
and beat his ass...
*Mean while with Rachel*
Rachel had woken up to see that it was close to 9:30! She must've been tired, she felt lazy and drained with everything that she had to go through in her life. And when she met Bucky, she had known that he
was a tormented person. She just knew things about people, call it a gift or a curse, she just knew... after she had gotten to know him, she had felt as if she had known him for years. It was like talking to an old
friend, Rachel had forced herself to wrap her mind around the idea that someone and or a group of terroists would rally and brainwash someone that was fighting for a safer future, to just strengthen their own
cowardly ranks... with a sigh, Rachel had reluctantly gotten up from her bed and stumboled a bit to the bathroom to freshen up for the day, she had made a list while the tub was filling with relaxing oils that she
had imported from the Carpathian Mountains. She had a friend that she had done business with many times, and always gave her honest deals, the sweet smell of peppermint had filled the air, as she had gotten
undressed, there in the mirror was proof of the hell that she had to go through.
Scars had decorated some parts of her back, as she had reached up for her favorite clip, it was a simple butterfly clip a red one. Rachel was either fond of red or blue or even black, depending on her mood, she
had slid in the tub with a sigh of relaxing; a day off after weeks of working and being burnt out and everything. She had switched with the second favorite a fake boobed blonde named Fawn, rolling her eyes, well
it would be worth it, it wasn't as though her and Fawn didn't get along they did. It was just something about her that Rachel couldn't put her finger on, thankfully she gets paid under the table at her escort service.
At her other job, the topless bar thing, she was going to quit being an escort soon she hated it with a burning passion and then some, her and Amber were making way more than enough money at the bar. Amber had
gotten a job there being a topless server, Rachel just made the drinks and refused to allow men, drunk or sober, to get her as if she were a peace of meat.
Rachel had wondered why did Bucky ask her out? Did he have a brain in his skull? She had never saw herself as beautiful, he treated her as if she were the most precious thing in his life! Or did the people that not
only wounded him, but brainwashed him, really screwed his mind up, because no man would ever want to be in a relationship with her...
After drying off and dressing getting ready for the day, Rachel had went about her routine...
(End of chapter 3 Of Chance Meeting... Please read and review...)
