A Friend Of A Friend (Bucky × OC)

Chapter 1

James Buchanan Barnes, 'The Winter Soldier'. A name she'd heard many times before but not someone she'd expected to meet in person. That is until she met Steve.

Last year

Lizzie was at a nightclub with her boyfriend and he disappeared for about 2 hours. When she finally found him he was slamming deep into the core of some southern whore.

She turned around and bolted out of the room, crying. Bawling. She'd never felt heartbreak like this before. It was like someone ripped her heart from her chest and crushed it in front of her eyes.

Then bamn!

She wasn't looking where she was going and ran straight into a man standing tall at around 6ft. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, drawing all attention to his baby blue eyes. His skin wasn't specifically tanned but definitely couldn't be described as pale either, it was somewhere in between. Some may say he was the 'perfect man', but Lizzie would have to disagree.

She stumbled back but, before her feet could slip out from underneath her, this mystery man grabbed her arm and helped her regain balance.

"Thank you." She mumbled, throat too dry from crying to speak with any strength. She snifled and wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to make herself a little more presentable.

"No problem." He replied. Then, being a rather respectable gentleman, did something which Lizzie found quite unusual. He offered to walk her to her car.

She chuckled to herself and mentally slapped her palm to her forehead. She hadn't thought about that. She came in her boyfriends car. She begin to stutter out her response, forcing herself not to cry again "No, I uh... don't have a car. I- I came in my boyfriends and he..." she trailed off, voice cracking at the end of her sentence. She still couldn't fathom what had happened and it was way too painful to actually say.

The stranger gave her a slightly concerned and confused look before enhancing his offer, somehow making himself seem more kind and creepy at the same time "How about I drive you home then, you shouldn't be out alone this late."

He was being very stubborn. She knew he wasn’t likely to cave so just nodded and began to walk to the parking lot. She were still slightly tipsy but managed to make it there unscathed, physically anyway.

He unlocked his car and helped her in before shutting the door behind her. It didn’t take long for him to get round the car and hop in himself but the silence was endless. She just kept seeing it, hearing it... the screams of pleasure as that whore climaxed, being filled to the brim by her own boyfriends cum.

She was so out of it she didn't even remember the journey home or getting into bed. She woke up to a message from a new contact she couldn’t recall adding to her phone.

Stebe Rigerd
Hello Elizabeth. You passed out once you got back to your apartment so I put my number in your phone so I could check up on you. Hope you're doing a bit better. -Steve Rogers

Lizzie read the message and immediately change the contact name, knowing it would confuse her in the future otherwise. 'He's like an old man' she thought to herself having seen him sign his name at the end of the message. She typed a really quick response, just wanting to get off of her phone and get some aspirin.

Lizzie

Hi Steve. Thanks for your help last night. Let me buy you lunch one day to thank you. Oh and you don't have to sign texts, old man.