I am not really sure what to say. Let's be honest, Bucky is a typical favorite type of bad guy we all love. He is a bad ass, but he is good inside, although he doesn't trust himself.

Not sure how this came to me, not sure if I will continue... oh, I will, but who knows when will be the next chapter? It is only a short idea.

But first of all, I want to apologize for any mistakes that might follow. I speak English on daily basis, but let's be honest, writing is another level. :) So I will gladly accept criticism. And second of all... haha yeah, thanks to you all who will (by accident) end up here! :)

Hope you like it!

Lora

It was a rather chilly night the first time they've met. Supposedly the last one before Bucky would go back under, frozen once more again. The tall man felt out of space, not only due to his missing limb. Standing dangerously close to the edge of the roof he was checking his options over and over.

There was nothing more Bucky wished for than to be normal. To forget every single horrible thing that happened in the past and live his life in peace. But was that even possible? His head was a mess, there was no chance to separate the truth and the lie.

He glimpsed towards the missing arm. How could Steve expect him to sit back and dread the day when somebody finds the words and trigger the Winter Soldier to come back?

"You don't have to do this," came barely audible whisper behind him.

Bucky jumped and swung around quickly, ready to defend himself and make sure whoever is trying to assassin him, will note how stupid they were. One arm or two; he was still hard to take down. But his eyes were met with a strange sign; close to the roof entrance stood a small woman. Barefoot, she was wearing rather damaged and dirty combat trousers, probably one size bigger than her slim waist. The loose top was covered in blood and pretty much ripped open across her stomach.

There was no sign of pain on her face. The stranger was calm, with weary eyes but something about her aura, something coming out of her made Bucky uneasy. The sorrow gripping his heart was incomprehensible.

"Who are you?" he said slowly while thinking about different reasons for her presence on the roof in the middle of night. "I haven't seen you around here before."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I just choose not to be seen until this very moment."

Brunette's answer made Bucky uneasy, slowly stepping forward with a cold mask, that was supposed to scare her. He knew everyone was uncertain around him, afraid of the Winter Soldier coming back. "What do you want?"

"I only wished to say what I already said, James," she said in a sad tone. "You don't have to go to sleep. You can keep fighting."

"You don't know anything about me," Bucky spat out, irritated by her cheekiness to even talk about such a matter. He was unsure, confused and that made him slightly angry. "You don't know how I feel."

The petite woman moved forward but stopped good two meters away from him. "I know more than you think."

Bucky's anger suddenly faded away, leaving him unsure. "Do I know you?"

"No," she answered quickly, but then her lips lifted up into a tiny smile. "Yes."

"So what is it?"

"HYDRA took so much from many of us," the woman said with sparkly eyes. Bucky didn't know how to deal with crying female, it has been so long since he was in contact with a fragile woman; he couldn't even count Natasha because she was a hard shaped fighter, who would never let other people see her weep. "I will never dare to say I know how you feel, but I can imagine. Maybe not exactly, but…"

Bucky, for the first time since he realized her presence on the roof, looked her over properly. He missed the scars on her cleavage and throat and battered arms. Of course, Bucky knew something about her wasn't right once he saw the blood on the dirty top. But only now he saw all of those little signatures of HYDRA.

The soldier took a step back, getting ready to swing his left arm, hoping to scare her off a little, only to remember he was missing his metallic limb. "What do you want?" he spat out nonetheless.

"I didn't come here to fight."

He didn't believe her. How could he?

"I am not here to take you back, James," she said and the tear slipped from the corner of the eye. "Frankly I do not know why I am here."

"You make no sense, woman!" Bucky answered in an ice cold voice. With one long stride, he closed the distance between them and went to grab the girl's arm. This was not the time for games; no matter what was her reason, he decided to take her to Steve. His friend will know how to deal with her.

"Don't," she managed to breathe out, afraid, but it was too late.

Bucky's right arm went right through her limb like if it was made out of smoke.