(Steve's POV)
"Thanks, Buck." Steve grabbed the bowl of ice from his friend as Bucky sat down on the couch beside him. He slowly sank his hand inside it and groaned from the pain.
"What happened, man?"
"Y/n's ex boyfriend ran into us at the cafe yesterday..." Steve let his hand soak in the cold water to try to reduce the swelling on his knuckles.
"So... you punched him?" Bucky chuckled.
"He had it coming... He started yelling at y/n and then he tried to grab her."
"Really? What a jerk..." There was a knock at the door and Bucky stood to answer it. He opened the door to two NYPD officers standing outside their apartment. "Can I help you?"
"Steve Rogers?"
Steve stood up and walked over to the door when he heard his name. "Yes?"
"You're under arrest for assault in the third degree." He pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed Steve.
"Wait what?" Steve looked at Bucky, worried.
"Someone at the Coffee Club reported it, and there were plenty of patrons that were able to identify you."
"That son of a --"
"Buck." Steve interrupted him. He turned back to the officer. "This is a mistake, it was self defense!"
"That's not what we were told." He started pulling Steve back toward the elevator.
"Wait! What's gonna happen to him?" Bucky walked behind them.
"Either up to a year in jail, or a $2,000 fine... Hope you have some savings, son."
"Bucky, call Tony." Steve stepped into the elevator with the two officers. "Call Tony! And-- wait! Wait." He pulled away from the arresting officer. "My phone's in my pocket, can he take it?" The officer took Steve's phone out of his pocket and handed it to Bucky. "If y/n calls, tell her..." he sighed. "Just tell her what happened and make sure she's safe. I don't want this creep bothering her again just because I'm gone... And don't let her go to the station... I don't want her to see me like this." He stepped back and the elevator doors closed, leaving Bucky.
(Y/n's POV)
"How'd you sleep last night?" Avery sat next to you at her diner table.
"Pretty good, but I'll admit, I think that lumpy guest bed might need a new mattress." You chuckled as you pulled your phone out.
"So I was thinking we'd go by your place to get some clothes later, anything else you need, then we can come back here until we figure out this whole Beck thing." She stopped to look at you-- no answer. "Y/n?"
"Huh?" You spaced out looking at Steve's name in your contacts.
Avery laughed. "Are you gonna call him or what?"
"What?"
"Oh come on! Your stranger guy, he's perfect!"
"Isn't it a little soon though?"
"Who cares! Did you see his face when he gave you his number? He's probably sitting by his phone just waiting for your call!"
"I doubt that... But okay, here goes nothin'." You hit the call button and heard the line ring. And ring... and ring... "Huh."
"What?"
"Voicemail." You put your phone on the table, slightly disappointed.
"Well, maybe he wasn't near his phone-- or he didn't hear it. You should try again."
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Perfect Strangers
FanfictionY/n runs to New York City on a whim after a messy breakup. She gets stuck with no phone, no plan, and no place to stay. Steve sees her and comes to help, letting her stay in his apartment, which he shares with his friends Sam and Bucky. Maybe it's b...
