Marvel Oneshots *Requests Open*

Mystery man Pt.1 (Bucky)

"It's fine, did you need something?"

"Yeah, um." There was a long moment of silence from his end.

"Steve?"

"Could we meet somewhere?"

"Probably not Steve, you have no idea where I am, nor do I have any intentions on telling you."

"Please, Y/n, it's important."

I let out a deep breath, "Steve, why can't you just tell me over the phone?"

"Y/n, we just really need to talk in person, please."

"... Steve, I really don't want to. I'm not even in America."

"I know."

"What? How do you know that?"

"Because, Tony found your location. You should open your door."

If rolling my eyes had a sound, it would've been loud. I didn't want to see him again, I still love him in a deep secret spot of my heart. He was my first actual love. I opened the door to see Steve standing there in a grey zip up hoodie and blue jeans, looking as good as always.

"So.. you're stalking me now?"

"Wha- no. I needed to find you. I need your help."

"With what?"

"I need you to help me find someone, you've always been good at that."

"Why don't you just have Tony do it? He found me I'm sure he can find whoever it is you're looking for."

"Because, if Tony finds him before I do then he'll kill him."

"Steve! I don't want to be apart of that! I don't want to fight with one of the most expensive men on the planet for you."

"It's not like that, we just need him. If he's around and about he could be murdering people."

"Wait, the guy you're looking for or Tony?"

"The guy."

"Well a name would be nice to know if I'm going to help."

"Bucky."

"What the hell is a Bucky."

"Not a what, a who. Otherwise his first name is James." I felt my heart beat rapidly, no way it was my neighbor, that's just a coincidence. I'm sure there are hundreds of people names James here. No way- "I'm pretty sure he lives in this apartment complex. Not one hundred percent sure though, at least I know he's around this general area." Oh shit. No way, nuh uh.

"S-Steve, I don't know anyone named Bucky. Or James. At least around here."

"Y/n, you do realize that I loved you at one point right?" Ouch, that one hurt. I'm sure he noticed the look on my face when his immediately turned soft, "That's not what I meant."

"Yeah I sure that's what you fucking meant."

"No. What I meant was, was that I was with you for a long time, I know when you're lying."

"Just leave, I don't want to help you."

"Why are you so cold towards me?"

My mouth dropped, why was I so cold. Me? How was I the cold one? "Remember what you said to me?the night of our anniversary?

He looked down, "Yes, I know what I said."

"You don't get to call me cold, when you're the asshole."

After a long time of talking (from him), and convincing I decided to help. I didn't know James very well, but I did like him. He's never done anything wrong to me, but if he's out here killing people then I just can't let that happen.

"Thank you."

"Shut the fuck up Steve Rogers, you are nothing to me right now. I'm only helping because I don't want anyone else to die." With that I shut my door and walked over to James's door. I knocked softly, and I heard quiet footsteps approach the door.

"Hello?" I saw his face as he opened the door. I already felt like shit.

"Hey stranger, I was wondering if we could talk?"

Alright, hey guys. So I'm going to leave this here, I want to know if you want me to do a part two. I want to but I also want to know what you guys think of this. It's rough, but it's a a start to my 'kick back and relax' stage of writing again. So yeah..

love you guys! ~Salty