You had just come home from work, the late hours of the hospital causing you to work till 2am. Exhausted, you unlocked the door and stepped in, immediately noticing something different.
You were not alone.
Heavy breathing could be heard throughout the small apartment.
You slowly and quietly walked into the living room, and saw a dark shape lying on the sofa.
Turning on the light, you saw it was a man.
He had long shoulder length brown hair, was dressed completely in black and had sharp grey eyes that were looking right at you.
The man was clutching his arm while blood oozed out on the floor.
You turned away from him, heading to your room.
'Don't move.' He said gruffly.
'You're hurt, I'm just getting some bandages.' You said without breaking stride.
You brought the first-aid kit to where he was, opening it to take out some bandages.
'Take off your jacket please.'
'What?'
'I said take off your jacket, I can't bandage you with you jacket on.
He takes off the jacket,and you notice sharp metal glinting where his other arm should be.
There's silence for a moment. The man is definitely waiting for you to say something. Maybe about his arm. You ignore his stare and start bandaging him.
'So, you gonna tell me why you're in my house?'
'No.'
'You gonna tell me why you're hurt?'
'No.'
'You gonna tell me anything?'
'No.'
'Jeez, is that the only word you know?'
'No.'
You finish bandaging his arm,tying it in a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.
'Can you at least tell me your name?'
'Bucky.'
'What?'
'My name's Bucky.'
You smile at him.
'Nice to meet you Bucky, my name's (Y/n).'
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