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The first time you got stuck with Bucky, you'd never spoken to him before. Of course you'd seen him, the beautiful God of a man was impossible not to notice and you weren't going to lie to yourself- you'd stared every time you'd seen him. You found him terribly attractive, and you were rather upset with yourself you turned into such a pathetic school girl whenever you saw him. You wanted to be some hot neighbour, confident and cool, not a blithering mess of red cheeks and sexual tension, but that was just you. He'd lived in the apartment across from you in your building for about 2 months, your doors opposite on the 7th floor up. Despite your obvious intention to strike up a conversation with him, he'd never tried to even insinuate one with you which was disappointing to say the least. He'd never said hi, gave a short wave of anything that seemed friendly to you, just kept his head down with his baseball cap over long brown hair. However, even the baseball cap could not mask the striking blue colour his eyes were, and that's how you guessed you were attracted to him in the first place. You'd gushed to a friend that he must have hypnotised you with brilliant blue irises, and of course you sounded crazy and she'd confirmed that you did.
You were coming home after a late shift at the hospital, you had to tend to a suspicious looking man who had his arm broken in 3 places. The reason he looked suspicious was his dark clothing and ear piece, which made you think he'd had his arm broken in 3 places, and it was no accident. You knew you always thought too much into things like that, but you were always looking for excitement, always making up stories to excite yourself during boring shifts. When you'd got back to your apartment building, you were far too tired to take the stairs, your legs had taken on the familiar dull ache you were used to after walking from floor to floor at work. The elevator seemed like the best option. You'd had earphones in while you were waiting for the lift to come to ground floor, playing the remastered 1940s music, your friend's grand aunt had suggested to you, and you'd fallen in love with. A light flickered on and the doors opened, so you entered with a slight sigh in the knowledge you'd be able to lie face down on your bed in a few minutes.
You'd turned just in time to see the gorgeous man, who had gained your affection, hold his arm across the doors and come in. This was not your first time being in an elevator with him, but it was your first time being alone in an elevator with him. You started fidgeting as soon as the doors closed, twisting your scrunchie around your wrist, tapping your foot and every so often glancing at the man across from you, but otherwise keeping your head down. A hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, and you looked up into the eyes you loved oh so very much, with confusion and apprehension. He then used his other hand, strangely with more hesitation, and took one of your earphones out. In your mind, all you could think of was how he'd never ever spoken to you and he'd now touched you before even muttering a word. You'd hoped this was it, he was about to admit that he too, had the most embarrassing crush on you. "Could you stop tapping your foot please?" But no, your life sucked. Of course this type of man would never return feelings for anyone other than a Victoria secret model. You wanted nothing more to leave the confined space, but you were stuck there until your floor goddammit. You flushed red, which made his lips curve slightly upwards as he moved back onto his side of the elevator. "Oh yeah, sorry, I'll- um, yeah," you almost smacked yourself round the head. The first impression he got of you was that you annoyingly tapped your foot and couldn't even get a sentence out in the presence of anyone even mildly attractive. Great. You then thought maybe he didn't even know how much of a god send he was, so might've just thought you couldn't speak to anyone.
Once he'd taken your earphone out, you'd realised that the music was playing rather loud and filled the quiet elevator. You started to turn down the music, but a voice interjected. You looked up at him in confusion and he shook his head. "Please, keep it on, I like this song," he smiled slightly at you and you were shocked. You weren't sure if he was mocking you or not, you hadn't met many who knew this type of music well enough to like it or dislike a certain a song. You took both earphones out, but kept the music playing and a smile had taken over your face. "You like this song? I've never- Really?" You grinned and he smirked, and you liked that expression on him almost as much as the idea of him smiling. "Yeah, this was my favourite song when- uh," he seemed to think twice about whatever he was going to say and you stopped yourself from pulling a confused face incase you came off as rude. "It used to be my favourite song, plus I hear you play it in your flat all the time so I kinda have to love it," He chuckles slightly and you, yet again, flushed red. You had no idea that he could hear what went on in your flat, you cringed as you realise he could probably hear your singing and could hear you knocking things over. When the elevator doors opened you didn't really want to get out and leave the admittedly awkward, but undeniably sweet, conversation. This was the first time you'd spoken to him, and even though you weren't really proud of the stuff you barely managed to say, at least you had spoken, and he'd started the conversation. Well, not exactly, but that was enough for or you.
He followed after you, but walked to his door as you walked to yours. After you'd unlocked your door, you'd turned to see if he was still there. He was just about to walk into his flat when you called out, and he turned with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, right ok, wasn't expecting you to turn- um what's your name?" He laughed a little at your awkward explanation.
"My names Bucky," he nodded and you copied the action. You went to introduce yourself, but he interrupted you. "You're Y/N, I know. Goodnight," he smirked and went into his flat fully, closing the door not before leaving a cheeky smile you'd think about for days and you standing there awkwardly outside your own flat with flushed cheeks and confusion on how he knew who you were. "Goodnight," you muttered.