Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Marvel, or any of their characters from either realm. Nor, sadly, do I make any moneys from the posting of this fanfiction.

WARNINGS! This story contains spoilers. I'm not going to be pointing out what they are, but they are there. Trouble comes with the fact that unless you're familiar with the saga that was the Civil War within the Marvel Universe, you aren't going to know what they are. And seeing as the Civil War is going to be brought to the big screen with Captain America 3, I don't want to let anyone know what these are. So you're just going to have to guess what the spoilers are, I suppose.

Here we are again within the Marvel universe! What can I say? I've been a Marvel fan for like forever. Hopefully, I did them justice in this story. Enjoy!

Please read and review.

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Chapter One

Hermione went into the diner, not knowing what to expect. Seeing that only half of it was packed to capacity while the other side of it only had one man that seemed to be glaring every one of the others down while he sat there wasn't even close to what she thought she would find. She looked from the crowded side of the diner over to where the man was now glaring at her. Dark hair, hard blue eyes and dressed all in black.

If that were all, Hermione was convinced that would be enough. But the man was also wearing armor—or at least it looked like it. Obviously the man had the majority of the people there terrified, she thought even as she went over to the empty side of the eatery. Taking off her jacket, she put it onto the coat hanger and slipped into the booth. Rubbing her temples, she waited for service for a good five minutes before she looked over to the scared waitress.

"Coffee," she told her. "Please."

When all the woman did was stare at her for a minute before looking over to the man and back to her again, Hermione was ready to snap. It wasn't like she was asking for the impossible. She wanted her coffee and breakfast. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

Getting up she went over to the man's table and asked, "Did you threaten them?" When all he did was glare at her without saying a word, she rolled her eyes and said, "I'll take that as a no."

Not wanting to deal with either the fearful waitress or the man doing his best to outglare just about everyone else on the planet, Hermione went over grabbed herself a mug as well as the pot of coffee. She checked to see if it were decaffeinated or not before serving herself some.

Going over to his table, she asked, "Need more?"

He pushed his mug towards her and she poured him his refill. Setting her mug on the table, she went over to the waitress. "I'd like two poached eggs, hash browns, and an English muffin…Why aren't you writing this down?" The woman grabbed up her order pad and scribbled down the order. "Got it all?" The woman nodded to this. "Now have you taken his order yet?"

"I, uh, I…"

"Judging from the lack of plate either full or dirty in front of him and your reaction, I'd say not," Hermione said mostly to herself as she turned heel and went over to his table. "What do you want to eat?"

He was silent a moment before saying, "Scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and an ice cold small glass of milk."

She went back over to the waitress, told her his order followed up by, "And I suggest that you grow a backbone."

"He's…he's a bad guy!" the woman hissed at her.

"All of you are staring at him as if he were a pariah. I don't know about you, but that would cheese me off as well. Stop acting like a bunch of arses, stop treating him like a monster, and do your fucking job," Hermione growled at her.

She went over to her booth, slipping into it. Sipping on the coffee, she let out a long breath as the caffeine eased her headache. Closing her eyes, Hermione went back to rubbing at her temples and taking the sporadic sip of her coffee. Ten minutes later the bell rung signaling the waitress that there was an order up. On a hunch, Hermione looked over to see if it were her food and it was. She looked over to the waitress, who was ignoring it along with the man's order as well. Frustrated she retrieved her meal along with his.

Setting it in front of him, she said, "Hold on a second and I'll get your milk."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She got her English muffin, putting it to toast as she went to fetch his milk. Putting the milk next to his plate, she asked, "I'm going to get my toast and start eating. Do you need anything else before I do so?"

"I'm good," he replied.

She got her toast, buttering it and went about eating her meal. The food was mediocre at best, but it was filling. So she didn't have much to complain about. As she was taking her time eating, she was still doing so when the man got up from his booth, slid his baseball cap on, as well as his jacket, and went over to pay his bill. It wasn't until she looked up when taking a sip of her coffee did she see him standing at the door watching her. He tipped his hat to her and she saluted him with her coffee.

The man's mouth twisted into the slightest of smiles, making most of those there gasp in shock when he did as much. Hermione, on the other hand, could only shake her head in disbelief that a smile of all things would have them so amazed. Finishing up her meal, she got up and got ready to go out into the cold morning air. She drifted over to the cash register and waited.

When the manager finally gave her the time of day ten minutes later, she said, "I never received my check."

"I know," she said tightly. "That-that man paid for your meal."

"Really?" She pulled on her gloves. "That was nice of him."

"And I would thank you never to come here again," she told her.

"Never fear, I shan't be coming back here. And it wasn't even the poor way you treated customers, but rather your pitiful attempt at coffee. If it were any weaker, I'd accuse you of tying a string around a coffee bean and dipping it into the hot water."

She then took a penny out of her wallet and dropped it into the tip jar. Looking over to the indignant waitress, she said, "And you earned every bit of it."

Hermione listened to the complaining of the woman to her manager as she went outside. Pulling her jacket all the tighter around herself, she began to walk over to the flat she was letting while she was staying there in New York. It was while she was walking that she got the feeling that she was being watched. But then the cold started getting to her, taking her mind off the thought of anyone watching her. Absently she searched her pockets, even as she was doing her best to locate where she thought the person that was watching her was. She found her watch cap and slid it over her mass of wild curls, letting out a relieved breath as now her head was warmer.

Three blocks later, she was going up the steps of the brownstone and letting herself into the building and going over to the flat she was letting. Absently she put away her winter gear and went straight over to her bedroom. She didn't even bother turning on the lights as she only had one thing in mind—sleep and lots of it.

Quiet at her bedroom window was none other than the man that had been in the diner that she had helped out. Bucky studied her a moment from his perch on the fire escape. This woman that didn't even know him had given him more kindness than anyone…ever. Well, other than Steve that is, but that wasn't the same. Her with her wild mane of curls, vivid brown eyes, and moxie—the girl had that in spades—was a vision. She wasn't a classic beauty, but she was in her own right a looker.

He stealthily left the fire escape, even as he was thinking that perhaps there was a possibility of having a slice of a normal life. And maybe, just maybe, this mystery woman could be a part of it.

TBC…

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There you go! That's the first chapter finished. What do you think? Review to let me know. Take care and have yourselves a beamish day.