Rebirth - A Bucky Barnes Fanfiction.

Chapter one - Who are you?

Amelia tapped her thumb on the steering wheel as she drived home, listening to 'Rock and Roll ain't Noise Pollution' by AC DC, one of her favourite bands. She had a couple bags of shopping in her trunk that she had decided to do, buying things such as shampoo and conditioner, crisps, a few tins of cat food, breakfast bars, orange juice and milk. She also decided to treat herself to a new book- The Maze Runner, she think it was called.

Parking her car on the car park by her apartment, she stepped out of the vehicle and shut the door behind her, grabbing her shopping from out the boot and then locking her car. She went into her apartment and unpacked her shopping, putting everything in the correct draws and feeding her cat Alaska, who was a Turkish Angora. After she done her short chores, she put her new book aside, ready to read in the morning. She sat on her couch and turned on the TV, watching some episodes of Supernatural that she had recorded so she wouldn't miss them. She wouldn't say that moving to New York was her best choice; you didn't have the BBC on television so things such as Sherlock and Doctor Who she had to watch online.

She also didn't have much friends. She had a couple that lived near by, but she didn't see them as often. She quit her job to look after her ill mother but she had shortly died soon after, and her best friend had moved far away as it was closer to his work so she couldn't see much of him either. They only Skyped which was rarely, and even when she did Skype him she wouldn't tell him that she was, in fact, quite lonely her by herself.

All she did was read books, go online, watch TV, eat, bathe and sleep. Working from home wasn't the best for interaction either. Her social life was down to a low percent, and the only living organism she talked to was Alaska.

But she didn't find it that bad. She did have friends, and she did have savings in her account plus the money her mother left her after she past. However, she knew that wouldn't last very long. She had to find a job a stable job some how and fast. She glanced at her laptop she left lying on the coffee table. I should probably have a look for a new job now, she thought. Fuck it, I'll check tomorrow.

After two hours of watching TV, she decided it was time to turn the TV off and get some rest. She yawned, and gently moved Alaska who was asleep on her lap, and then made herself upstairs. She put her phone on charge, and then climbed into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

But her choice to escape reality didn't last as long as she hoped, as she was awoken an hour later by a loud bang. She thought maybe Alaska had knocked something off the kitchen counter again, but when she tried to move her feet she felt a heavy weight holding down the blanket. She looked down, and manged to see her cat from the light of the moon that shined through her bedroom window. Alaska's eyes were also wide at the sudden noise, and in worry, she grabbed a small pocket knife out of her draw that Evan had gotten her sometime last year.

Slowly, she made her way down the stairs, approaching her kitchen with small and light footsteps that made hardly any sound. She peeked her head slightly around the kitchen door, seeing a man getting up from the floor slowly, groaning in what she can only presume was pain. Once again, the moon light shined through the half open window and reflected on his armor. Why was he wearing armor?

She guided herself further into the room, obviously getting caught up in fear that she didn't think anything through, such as that he was wearing armor for a reason, and that he could be dangerous.

But when she looked at him, he looked broken and pained, and it made her take action on her unwelcome guest while he was still weak.

So, she decided to throw a punch at him, thinking that she could possibly knock him out and then phone the police before he woke up. But no, because before she could even connect her fist with the back of his head he turned around and blocked it, making her step back a few steps in shock.

She tried to make herself seem anything but scared in front of this man, and once upon a time she did take boxing lessons so she thought she'd put up a good fight if necessary. But unfortunately those lessons happened years ago and she had long forgotten the basics. She quickly brought her pocket knife out and held it to him, raising her eyebrow as if to changeling his skills with hers.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"