The D in Apartment 23

"This is now your life, die buried alive." Harry sang out quietly as she reached further into the mailbox. She grabbed whatever was in there before throwing the unwanted post in the trash at the side of the stairs. She'd just come back from her I've just got up run and was beyond excited for the big greasy breakfast she was about to devour. Pulling the headphones out of her ears and letting them fall down either side of her neck she was about to turn her key in the lock when she heard a loud bang followed by a crash and a trail of smaller bangs and grunting coming from the apartment facing hers. She quickly turned to look at the door, sliding her phone back into her waistband of her sweatpants she cautiously walked over to the door and knocking on holding her breath. "Hey it's Harry from across the hall, are you ok?" She asked biting her lip once she'd spoken into the wood.
"Everything's fi.. no it's not." His rough voice came out as she smiled slightly relieved he wasn't dead or anything.
"Do you want me to call someone or is it something I can help with?" She asked again, trying not to let the nerves be heard in her voice; she could feel his frustration and tension and she wasn't sure if she was the one causing it.
"No there's nothing you can do." He started to say but she only caught half of the sentence, the other half was masked by more banging and groaning.
"You sound like your having a bit of trouble, you sure I can't help you?" She smiled when she felt his tension lax a little.
"The locks off." He huffed out as she carefully pushed the door open to the dark apartment. She closed the door quickly to let her eyes adjust to the dark of the room. All the lights were off and the curtains closed, as though he wanted no part of the outside world coming in.
"Whereabouts are you?" She asked feeling around to make sure she didn't walk into anything, grabbing hold of something she figured was his sofa she followed it further into the room and towards the direction she could hear him in.
"Careful there's glass on the floor." He spoke out from the same place he had been in when she let herself in. "Harry you said you're name was?" He asked as her eyebrows knitted tighter together.
"Yeah. Or Harriet whichever you prefer." She bit her lip finally reaching the end of the sofa with only a few moments of crunch coming from the glass she'd stepped on. "What happened?" She asked.
"Can I trust you?" He ignored her question, firing his own at her.
"Depends what with. If it's to kill a spider no. To move a dead body, I'm open to suggestions." She laughed a little as she felt his hesitation. "Look I just want to make sure you're okay. You must think you can trust me to tell me your door was unlocked." She whispered standing a few steps away from him until he made his mind up.
"It's my arm." He mumbled out, "it's stuck in the wall." His voice was low and full of shame as she frowned slightly.
"It's okay I can help. I'm a Doctor." She told him hoping to ease his worry.
"It's not a Doctor I need. It's a scientist." He whispered so quietly she struggled to hear him.
"Well I'm the best you've got and you can't stay there all day." She whispered back, finally reaching him and standing in front of him. For the first time ever she saw him without any form concealment. His piercing blue eyes were what caught her attention first as he looked at her with a deer in the headlights kind of look. She allowed her eyes to scan his face, smiling slightly at him to reassure him, she was sure she recognised him. "Okay I'm going to pull." She whispered, standing closer to him then he'd ever allowed anybody before. Harry carefully wrapped one hand around his forearm and one around his impressive bicep and pulled with the help of her neighbour. They finally got his arm free, the force of the freeing causing them to fall on the floor and for the male to groan out in pain. Immediately jumping up thinking she'd landed on him and that was the pain he was feeling she smoothed herself down, it wasn't until she moved her feet that she heard the crunch of the glass that she blushed. Holding her hand out to the stranger she helped him up as he hissed the blood running down the back of his head. "Are you okay?" She asked the stupid question.
"Yeah just landed on glass. I've had worse." He told her truthfully as she frowned.
"Here let me clean me get you cleaned up." She told him looking up at his unsure face. "I can't do it in the dark though."

Harry had convinced her neighbour to come over to her apartment so she could give his cuts the proper attention that they needed. By the time he'd agreed his blood had clotted and his long brown hair had become matted by the sticky drying substance. He was sat on one of the breakfast stools whilst Harry had gone into her bathroom to retrieve the kit she needed. She was stood behind him cleaning the deep cut in the back of his head and picking the glass out when the silence was finally broke. "Thank you for this." Her neighbour said carefully.
"No problem. I owed you one." She smiled being extra careful, she sensed his apprehension and fear, and honestly she didn't know why. She finished cleaning the cuts on his back before she walked round to face him checking for any small stray slices but finding nothing but old scars and bruises. "Do you want a drink?" She smiled over at him, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard above her and pouring him a coffee before he could answer.
"Thanks." He smiled shyly, she noticed how his left hand was tucked in his pocket, she couldn't help but think about his words before and the feeling of the arm when she wrapped her small hands around it.
"You're welcome." She smiled taking a sip from hers to stop her from staring at the stranger. Even she had to admit he was handsome.
"James." He told her before bringing his own mug up to his lips causing the younger one of the two to smile. "Or Bucky, whichever you prefer." She looked at him for a moment and that's when she realised where she knew him from. All those times she read up about the famous duo from Brooklyn it was the brown haired hero.
"Well it's nice to finally introduce myself to you." She smiled, his gaze never leaving her face; judging her reaction as he slowly placed his left hand down on the counter, the silver glistening when the light from the window caught it. She glanced down at the rare prosthetic before her eyes flicked back up to his face. "You said you needed a scientist, is there anyone you want me to call?" She asked him with a concerned look on her face.
"How steady are your hands?" He asked her out of the blue as she frowned, placing her mug down on the counter and holding her hands out for him to see them perfectly still.
"Pretty steady." She smiled down at him as he nodded.
"Will you help me?" He asked her, catching her nod.

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