I've been left uninspired to write for my other on-going fan fictions because I just can't get this idea out of my head, so I thought I'd finally write it down and get it out of my system, this is mostly a draft and just to explain a few things after the end credit scene to Captain America Civil War, enjoy and please review and let me know your thoughts and ideas!

Prologue

Prince T'Challa, Captain Rogers and Sam Wilson stood by as the scientists began the process of waking up the Winter Soldier after his eight months in stasis. A hissing sound filled the room as the cryogenic pod opened.

"Just a last minute thought, are we one hundred percent sure he's fixed?" Sam asked raising his brows, he was half joking, half dreading what would come if Barnes wasn't fixed.

"T'Challa?" Steve asked, dodging the question.

"We are positive the Hydra triggers have been removed," Prince T'Challa confirmed nodding his head.

The sleeping mans eyes began to slowly flutter open as he regained consciousness. Dazed and confused he looked around, his eyes set on the first familiar thing,

"Steve," Bucky croaked with a small smile, he was weak after such a long sleep. Bucky's eyes wandered around the room as he took in his environment, remembering where he was before he was put in stasis. The room was clinical, like a laboratory with work stations and various personnel typing away at computers, writing notes and checking his vitals. He remembered Prince T'Challla had kindly offered him refuge in his home of Wakanda and had set out to help the soldier recover from his brainwashing at Hydra and remove the verbal triggers used to turn him into a mindless agent.

"Hey Buck," Steve smiled, Sam gave a small wave and T'Challa nodded his head at the drowsey man.

"When is it?" Bucky asked, unaware of how much time had passed while he was under.

"It's April 2017, you've been out for just under eight months Buck," Steve answered stepping forwards.

"Eight months? Thought it'd been longer," Bucky spoke, rubbing his eyes with the ball of his hand, "Hows my head?" Bucky asked, looking up through his dark lashes at the trio.

"You're fixed," T'Challa commented, his arms crossed over his chest, confident in his scientist's and doctor's hard work.

"Or at least that's what we've been told," Sam added, dubious as to whether they had actually managed to undo Hydra's brainwashing, they call it brain washing for a reason after all.

"We could test it?" Steve asked, looking from Bucky to the duo. Sam's face twisted for a second before nodding, a controlled test would pull the doubt from his mind.

"Are you sure about this?" Bucky asked, furrowing his brow, he didn't want to risk hurting anyone else, especially those who had gone out of their way to help him.

"As long as T'Challas people are sure you're fixed, yeah," Steve nodded, crossing his arms.

"When you can walk we'll take you to the safe room and test it," T'Challa spoke, "But for now, eat, regain your strength," waving in an older lady in a white uniform carrying a dinner tray. "After eight months in stasis you're sure to be starving,"

"Strength? You want him strong before we test whether he's going to kill us?" Sam questioned with half a laugh.

"Moment of truth," Steve smiled nervously as the four men gathered in the buildings high tech safe room. Barnes sat nervously on the edge of a black leather sofa; his elbows propped up on his thighs, fingers clasped together and chin resting on his fists.

It eased his him knowing this room was completely secure and the three foot thick door could only be opened with Prince T'Challa's hand print and voice activation. Steve lifted the infamous leather back book with the star on the cover. Bucky took in a deep breath as he prepared himself for what could come.

"Wait!" Sam called out while pacing slowly, "Just double checking, we're locked in here?"

"This room is completely secure, that door can only be opened by me, even if he isn't fixed, he cannot escape," T'Challa said smoothly from the other side of the room, he was lent up against the wall observing from a distance.

"What if we need to escape?" Sam asked, laughing off his nerves, thinking back to their previous encounters with the Winter Soldier in Washington DC and Bucharest. It was going to be a hell of a fight if he Barnes did turn.

"Sam, stop worrying," Rogers laughed off Sam's nervous negativity and began to read from the soviet book.

"Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak." So far nothing. Not even a flinch from Barnes. T'Challa looked on with a smug smile, he knew his people weren't wrong.

"Furnace. Nine, Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight car. Soldier?" Steve finished, lowering the book. Barnes was unfazed and sat up straight.

"Well?" Steve asked, cocking one brow with a victorious smile on his face. Barnes smiled, biting his lip.

"I'm fine, not even a flinch," He spoke softly, his voice still a little raspy. "Thank you," Bucky said in T'Challa's direction. "I didn't think it was possible but you fixed me,"

"It was my mission to help you, you are a good man, and your actions while terrible, where not truly yours," T'Challa spoke as he stepped over to Barnes, extending his hand. Barnes rose from his seat and took the hand, shaking it.

"So now you're awake and not going to kill us, do you want to know what we have in store for you?" Steve asked, pulling his best friend and war comrade in for a tight hug.

"You already have plans for me, typical Steve," Bucky smiled, returning the brotherly embrace.