Bucky Barnes Imagines

New Place

AU Bucky. Modern times. Never went into the army.

Brooklyn. This is where you would be living for now. You were moving everything into your apartment. When you walked back into your apartment you almost screamed when you saw this guy looking around the kitchen.

You pulled your pepper spray out of your purse and aimed it at him. "Who are you?"

He turned around and raised his arms up, "Whoa, calm down doll. I'm just your neighbor on the left since you got the corner apartment, and no one is in the other apartment beside you on the right. Anyway. I just wanted to introduce myself and see if you needed any help."

You put down the box and frustratingly put your pepper spray back in your purse. "You couldn't have waited until I was back up here?"

"Look I'm sorry okay." He frowned putting his hands in his pockets.

"No. It's fine. I'm sorry I pulled out my pepper spray." You walked to him smiling offering your hand. "Hello my name is y/n l/n. You can call me n/n if you wanna."

He returned the smile taking your hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he kissed the top, and you blushed. No one had done that before.

"James Barnes. You can call me Bucky if you want to too." He chucked. "Oh and Bucky is a nickname for my middle name, Buchanan."

"I assumed it might be something for your middle name. It's nice." You blushed.

"I didn't know I'd be neighbors with with such an adorable sweet gal."

"Oh.. well thank you I suppose." You smiled.

"Would you like me to help you finish getting your things up here?"

You nodded and you both went to the elevator. Your mind was struggling. He seemed like a nice guy, but you still were wondering in the back of your head if he was okay. He was in your apartment for crying out loud. Then again you were the idiot who didn't shut the door. Well if he really was bad you had your pepper spray, plus your cousin Clint was a police officer that lived here close by.

"So why did you move here?" Bucky broke you out of your thoughts.

"Well my cousin lives nearby, and I'm trying to become a writer so yeah." You looked to your feet shuffling around.

"Oh. What do you write?" He looked to you and smiled.

"Mainly works of fiction." You finally looked back up to him.

You both said nothing as you just looked at him. Really looked at him. His eyes were those of oceans, and his laugh was intoxicating. His teeth had to be made of pearls.

You shook your head in frustration. This was not one of your fiction books. This was reality, and you weren't sure such a man could meet your high expectations. You decided to look at the elevator door instead. You finally both made it to the first floor, and you went to your vehicle where your things were hooked up in the back in one of Clint's carriers.

"Why is no one with you?" He suddenly asked.

"You're with me." You giggled and he rolled his eyes. "Well Clint is at work. Clint is my said cousin. He adopted me, but he prefers me to call him my cousin since that's what we were before. It's weird, but it works. I think it's because it makes him not feel so old." You shrugged.

"Oh. That's actually funny. Let me guess he works at the police department?" Bucky laughed as he picked up several boxes.

"How did you know?"

"I volunteer there every now and then with my older step-sister Sharon(she's not related to Peggy in this) and her friend, Natasha."

"You know Natasha? Oh my goodness. Clint and her are so cute together. You know, I think she's actually mentioned you before. She didn't mention you by name of course, but she said you her friend's brother lived in the same apartment complex. I just... Didn't know it would be you." You blushed picking up a large box yourself.

"I hope that's a good thing."

"It... It is." You lightly smiled.

You both walked back in to the main area of the building, and Bucky hit the elevator button. You both got back in when it opened, and you were glad you had the large box to cover your red cheeks.

The ride up was quicker than you thought. You went to your apartment, and then you put down the box. You pulled your keys out of your purse to open the door.

You both walked in and put down the boxes.

"I think you have a nicer place than mine." Bucky commented as he looked around.

"Oh, well thanks? How about we sit down on the couch and get to know each other?" You smiled motioning him to the couch.

He nodded and you both sat down together. "Can I offer you a bottle of water or soda?"

"I'm good, thanks though."

Bucky and you both talked animatedly with one another. You learned much about one another as well. He was a very interesting guy. He was a science teacher at the local middle school, and he was working on his masters degree. He did in fact volunteer at the police department. He got in an accident that left him with a rather large permanent scar on his left shoulder. He and his brother Steve worked at an art center for children in the summers since they were both teachers and had the summers off. He was the best man at Steve's wedding to a woman named Peggy, and he is fixing to be an uncle. He was smart, handsome, kind, respectful, you could go on.

You were starting to think he could meet, or even exceed your high expectations. If anything he was going to be your closet friend and neighbor. For now that was probably best instead of just jumping into a relationship, in a new setting with a man you just met, despite him knowing Clint's girlfriend.

Overall you were just glad you had someone in your new setting known as Brooklyn, New York.