His Savior

Unexpected

Friday night after a long day at the SHIELD offices, you decide to go to the private gym in the basement. Other agents use it throughout the day for training, but I come down here Friday nights when everyone's gone home for the weekend. I have it all to myself. '

I put my hair in a French braid and I sport a baggy tshirt and compression leggings. I don't need to look sexy to work out.

I wrap my hands and prepare to hit the punching bag. I stretch out my neck and my shoulders.It's gonna be a long night.

I place my headphones in and I jump to the music to get the blood flowing.
(Fall Out Boy- Just One Yesterday)

Once the music started picking up, I approach the punching bag. Giving it a few taps to get the rhythm I then go full out punching it in sets of upper cuts and jabs. Sweat dripped down my face and my shirt making it heavier.

A tap on my shoulder made me turn and punch the person behind me.
The man grabbed his nose and I gasped. "I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you. I have headphones in, I must be screaming at you hold on..." I throw off my air pods to the floor and try to help the man who I just hooked in the face.

His blonde hair was a dead give away...oh my god! I just hit Steve Rogers.
" I'm sorry Sir. I really did not see you. Are you alright?"

His laughter sends my nerves down a bit when he nods and turns back to me. His nose is a little red but no bleeding or swelling.
" It was my fault. I should have waited till you were finished."

We stood for a few moments awkwardly waiting for the other one to start talking.
"You needed something, Sir?" I broke the ice, pulling off my hand gloves.

"Agent Y/L/N..."
"Please, Just y/n."

He nodded. " y/n... the reason I'm down here is I need your help."
I nodded, still taking time in between breaths to collect myself. " What exactly do you need my help with?"

" You know my situation...My friend..."
"The Winter Soldier?"
"I prefer if you used the name Bucky with him... He needs someone to help ground him...and I was hoping you would be interested."

"Ground him? Is he a ticking time bomb?" I walk to the bench and grab my water a swig it in my cheeks.
" Kind of...and I need an agent who is currently not on assignment"

I chewed the inside of my cheek and turned to my gym bag.
"You read my file." I sighed, he knows I'm not going on any high danger missions due to my illness, which I have under control.

He follows me and insists that's not the reason why he wants me to be his guide.
"Then why me?" I ask as I removed my sweaty shirt, leaving me in just a sports bra and my shorts.

He shakes his head and smirks, almost as if he's remembering something.
"You know, I asked myself that question when the man who chose me to become Captain America. I chose you because you are not only an amazing agent...you're a good person and that's the kind of person he needs."

Damn, this guy is good. He knows just how to make you feel important.
I unwrap my gloves and turn back to him. " Do you have a file on him?"

He must have knows I would ask because he pulls a folder with pictures of the winter soldier and all of is history. His missions he completed, people he's murdered. I flash through it but it's not the info I want.

"Ok" I hand him back the file. "now where is the real file?"
"I don't understand." He asks with a confused look.

" This is the file on the Winter Soldier...I want the file on Bucky"
He shook his head. " I don't have it, but I can have one sent to your apartment."

I nod and hold my bag. "Anything else Captain?"
" I prefer to be called Steve."

I hold out my hand and nod. " Send me the file and I will be available when you need me."

" y/n... Thank you."

" Don't thank me yet...He needs to be okay with me if this is going to work. I won't force him if he doesn't want my help, But I will try. I promise."

I turn and walk out of the gym and make my way to the garage. My lights flash signaling they are unlocked. I put my stuff in the trunk and get in. My music is a nice relief from the tension as Queen fills the car.

Bohemian Rhapsody brings me home.
Opening the door to my small one bedroom apartment Humphrey, my English mastiff is patiently waiting at the door.
" Hi Boy!" I say, his signal that I am alright and that he can jump up to lick me. "Aww, my good boy. Do you want to go out?"
His loud bark shakes the door and he rushes at the wood, lightly scratching it to leave.

I connect his leash and we move out the door. He's not pulling out of my grasp but he's urgent to go. He finds the first tree outside the building which I've claimed as his pee tree. We walk down the street and waving at passers, whom keep their distance from the large dog. He may look aggressive but he's the softest dog I've ever had. Granted if I give him the signal "RUSH" then his objective is to attack and bite as hard as he can. He's also my service animal.

"Are you ready for dinner?" I ask Humphrey and he barks and gallops back to the apartment.
Back at the door I see a orange envelope titled "James Buchanan Barnes/ Bucky"

I pull it from the door and unlock my front door. My dog runs inside and waits at his dog bowl as I lock up the apartment with my six deadbolts and three iron locks that cross the top, middle and bottom of the door. If anyone was gonna get through that door, it was gonna be an Avenger...or someone with a bomb.

I place leftovers in Humphreys bowl and he gobbles the grilled chicken with carrots and broccoli.
Opening up the file I see a different man from the Winter Soldier. This man is clean shaved and short hair.
" respected member of the 107th. Accompanied the great Steve Rogers on several rescue missions before pronounced deceased from Falling from a moving train. Recorded by Rogers himself whom witnessed the death."

I pull out a bottle of white wine from the fridge with a glass and move into the bathroom. I put the water on extra hot and throw in my favorite bath bomb filled with eucalyptus and lavender. I undress and check my sugars with my blood meter. They look decent and Humphrey has not signaled a drop coming soon, so I uncork the wine and pour a glass. Last touches are lighting a few candles that rim the bathroom mirror and place my iPod on my favorite sixties station on Pandora.

I step into the warm water and I sigh in relief as the Supremes sing their hearts out about love.
I return to the files and I can't compare the two. They are different, however the same person. I need to remind the Winter Soldier that he is Bucky. I think Steve is right. He needs things to ground him...but how? I use my phone to make a list of Ideas to help, but I know I will need more. This is just to start.

On point...I get a message from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN: SRogers: Agent y/l/n... Could you start as early as tomorrow?

Looking at the files one more time I sigh and with wet fingers I reply.

Y/N: I told you to call me Y/N...and I will be there. Just give me a time.

Immediately I relieve just a number.
SRogers: 8.

I take a big drink from my wine glass and place it back on the edge. " Ok, Y/N... Don't mess this up." You tell yourself and sink your whole body into the water.

So this is the first chapter...I hope you like the idea( even though its always the same idea.) This is my first POV story using Y/N instead of a character name so bare with me if there are mistakes to typos. I hope to upload 1-2 times a week so make sure to follow and like this chapter! LisaBGreen