Hello everyone:) I've decided to try my hand at the very brooding, metal armed man we all know as Bucky:) I really shouldn't be writing another story, but I really have to. It's been in my head since I saw the movie.

It was raining outside. My small house on the corner of my street was surrounded by trees and now that the sky was dark I felt like I was alone in the world. I liked it. The house used to be my grandmother's parents house, it was passed onto her and onto my mother an now I have it. It's quaint and old, but I love it. I glanced out my window to watch three separate lightning strikes blossom across the sky simultaneously. I clutched my coffee cup tighter and was glad for my day off. I worked at the local flower shop. I had been nagging for a weekend off and was glad that I had chosen this week. Even though it was raining cats and dogs outside my friend Bethany had to stay till the end of her shift. The store had just gotten a whole shipment of summer floral ready for the hot months ahead and she was supposed to put categorize them and file them for our manager in the morning.

I sighed and pulled away from the window. My over sized sweater shifted against my bare thighs as I slid across my wooden floor on sock clad feet. I was enjoying my day off by binge watching TV shows on Netflix and drowning my need for companionship with hot coffee. I slumped back into my chair and hit play just as my cell phone rang. I groaned at the caller ID, but answered anyways.

"Bethany, you better have a good reason for calling me on my day off,"

"I think there's someone in the store. Does that count as a good enough reason?" She asked. I could hear her whispering now and glass breaking," I can hear him in the back,"

I sat up,"Bethany, are you still in the store?!" I balked grabbing my purse and car keys.

"Yes, I thought that was obvious," she hissed into the receiver and I rolled my eyes.

"Bethany, I don't need your sarcasm right now, get out of there and call 911!" I told her as I opened my door and glanced out at the down pour before I ran out to my jeep,"Shit," the mud and wet seeped into my socks and I groaned for not putting on my rain boots that were right by the door. I was soaked in mere seconds. The rain was cold and harsh against my skin.

I was on the road in a matter of seconds. This rain was insane. I had tossed my phone onto the seat and put it on speaker.

"I'm going to check it out," Bethany said.

"What? Don't do that! That's what the girl says in all the movies right before she dies! Bethany, don't go in the back," I warned, but I could hear her move around.

I concentrated on the road and the right turn that I knew was coming. She was silent on the other line and I panicked,"Bethany!?"

"Sorry, it was just a tree. It fell threw the window," She finally said.

"Are you kidding me? I'm already pulling in, Bethany,"

I parked and ran my hand over my soaked hair. It was cold against my neck and my windows were fogging. It was cooler in here then it was outside. I rolled down my window when I saw movement and Bethany was staring at me.

"Sorry, Nadene, I seriously thought I was going to die," She gasped. She had her rain coat hood tight around her face and I grimaced as the umbrella she had was spilling water into my car.

"Bethany, I drove all the way down here to rescue you,"

"Why didn't you call the police?" She asked.

"Why didn't you?"

She peered in at her lips pulling into a thin line,"Touche,"

"Get back inside and close up. I'll stay instead," I told her shutting off the engine.

"Are you sure?" She asked, but I could hear the relief in her voice as I opened my door.

"Yeah, I have morning shift anyways and someone has to stay to make sure animals and what not don't get into the store," I explained grabbing my phone I followed her into the store.

"Thanks," She turned to me and looked at me up and down,"What happened to your shoes?"

"I thought you were going to die. I didn't have time for shoes," I said walking to the back,"Where did the tree fall?"

"That's so sweet, Nadene, in the office,"

I went to the back and there in the office was the tree. It went straight threw and landed on the desk.

"Good thing you weren't sitting here when it happened," I shut the door behind me and found Bethany ready to leave and she was holding a pair of red rain boots.

"I had an extra pair in my trunk and I have wool leggings and a sweater," She told me.

I smiled and took her clothing,"Thanks, I guess I should have thrown on pants," I had on an over sized shirt that hit mid thigh,"Yeah, pants might have been good,"

"It's OK, you thought I was going to die. I'll call Richard to let him know. See you tomorrow,"

And I watched her leave. The rain loud against the ground outside as the door slowly closed behind her.

And then I was in silence and an unsettling feeling came over me and I shivered.

"Fuck,"

I stared at the ceiling for few minutes. My eyes adjusted and I pulled on my glasses. In the office was a couch and blanket and I had fallen asleep there sometime around one after I had locked all the doors. It was still raining out, not as bad as before, but still raining. I sat up, stretching. The blanket fell from around my shoulders as I reached for my phone to check the time.

7:30 am.

Great, I only slept for four hours. My knees creaked as I stood from the low couch. My stomach grumbled and I opted to go get something to eat. I still had a few hours until my shift started so I decided to stop by Burger King. The air outside was thick and my glasses fogged the minute I stepped outside. The rain was light, but consistent. I fumbled for my keys and got in sure to clean my glasses and turn on my wipers before I headed out.

At the drive though the woman at the window was eerily chipper as she handed me my bag of food and coffee.

"Thanks," I said smiling awkwardly at her as she hummed while she handed me my change. It wasn't much a dollar at most so I tossed it into the tip jar. I didn't think it was possible for her to smile any bigger, but she did.

"Thank you! You are such a kind person," She quipped.

"Yeah, thanks," I quickly rolled up my window and drive off. Freaky chipper people. It's too early for that mess. In between the drive as I idle at stop signs and stop lights I gulp down as much food as I can. I've never been so hungry. I didn't even eat dinner last night before I decided to play hero. I scoff remembering how the intruder was just a fallen tree. Bethany played it off well- terrified and shocked. I groaned realizing that I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have stayed and took her shift. She was there before me- it was her shift.

A horn blasted behind me and I held up my hand in the rear view mirror, glancing at the light I see it's changed. I noticed my dial for my gas tank was almost empty. I should have enough to get home and to the gas station down the street. The drive back to my house was quick. I needed to shower and get a change of clothes, even my own shoes for god sake. When I entered my house the air was cool and welcoming. I could hear the TV playing in the living room. I kicked off my borrowed rain boots and trudge upstairs. I'll get the TV after I shower and dress.

Glancing in the mirror I swept my hair to the side to apply mascara and lip balm. I grabbed the headband from my drawer and pulled it over my unruly mess of hair. There's no point in doing anything with it- it's too muggy out. I ran my hands down my jeans and sighed. It's just another day of work. You can do this. I slipped on a black hoodie over my white t shirt and headed back downstairs. I could return the rain boots to Bethany or use them all day? I made my way to my kitchen and tossed my bag of empty food and my coffee cup.

Suddenly, I realized I couldn't hear the TV.

It was off.

I know I had left it on.

Slowly, I turned around and the silence is deafening. It's pounding in my ear. That's when I see him. He's tall and large. He's wearing a hoodie that hugs his massive arms and it's zipped up. His hair is shoulder length and limp underneath his hood. I can't see his eyes or face, but I can see his jaw and it's clenched.

Fear slams into me and I realize I'm not moving. Why aren't I moving?

"Thelma," his voice is deep and breathy like he's been running. There's some recognition in it as well. Like he knows who that person in is.

But that's not my name.

Why is calling me by my grandmothers name?

I watch in silent horror as the man before me lowers his hood. It falls back limply his hair moving slightly. And I look into a hard frowned face with crazy blue eyes. It's not the frown that makes me run, but the way he looks at me. Like he knows me. And that scares me most of all.

I dart around my kitchen island throwing a muffin pan at him that he blocks. When it hits his arm, though, the sound of metal against metal snaps through the air and I look at him. Shocked, what the hell was wrong with this guy? I darted for the door and was pleased when it swung open and I threw myself into the heated air.

A blurry mass of green, filled my vision as I raced through the forest. Dodging between the lanky, spiny trees. A burning pain filled my lungs as I gasped for breath and my heart drummed fiercely beneath aching ribs.

"Thelma!"

Distracted by his urgent voice, I soon found myself launched from the soft ground and flying through the air. I landed painfully on my shoulder blades and tumbled down the slope of the forest floor, the needles poorly cushioning my fall. I let out a sharp cry, feeling a rib crack beneath me as I rolled straight into a rough-barked tree. Air escaped my lungs and I clawed at the ground willing my lips to pull the air back in. I laid there for a few moments until my vision began to clear and my hearing was less muffled. I could hear his feet stomping against the damp ground as he sped towards me.

Oh God, get up. Get up! I willed myself to a sitting position my hand launched to my side and I winced. One or two of my ribs were surely bruised or cracked. I managed to climb out of the small ditch I had rolled down into. My hands were muddy and cold as I pulled at the dirt and loose leaves to pull myself up. I fought through the pain and the headache that was blooming to dart behind a tree. I leaned against it, out of breath and sore. As much as I knew I shouldn't do it, I peeked around the tree trunk. There was no one there. I glanced at the other trees, the bushes, and at the ground for trails of feet, but nothing. I slid up the tree my arms clutched to my side before backing up. Spinning around to come face to face with a chest wearing a black hoodie.

I screamed and tried to run around him, but his arm was large and surprisingly strong, had stopped me.

"Get off! Let me go!" I hollered.

"Thelma," His voice was distant and sad as he took in my struggling form. His arm went limp and I stepped away shocked.

The man turned to me his face contorted into a heartbreaking frown. His eyes were so sad. He truly thought I was Thelma. He must've noticed my guard drop because he reached out again and I stepped away.

"No," I stated before taking off running.

I had made it back to my house. Slamming the door I locked it and quickly ran for my car. Filled with relief, I started it only for it to sputter and I realized what that sound meant. I had finally run out of gas.

"No!" I kicked at the dash and smacked the wheel. My hand clutching my side as my ribs reminded me they were hurt. Numb and angry I slipped from my car, shutting the door and making my way back into my house. I locked it and slid the deadbolt into place. Running a hand threw my grimy, wet and gross hair I remembered my phone.

A voice cut through the sound of my wet feet as they made their way across the floor to the stairs. My hand was resting on the banner when I heard it again.

"Why are you running from me?"

And that's when my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my knees give out.

And there is the first chapter. I hope you all like it. I'm new to the CA fandom and hope I'm doing this great character justice. Please, let me know what you think. I'm eager to get this story started so I may upload another chapter later on today. Thanks for stopping by:) Please review:)I welcome all kinds of feedback so don't be afraid to say what you really think.