The Smithsonian Museum was never really busy after dinner. Not a lot choose to travel DC after dark. But you were the exception. With your (h/c) hair tied in a messy bun, dressed in your favorite pair of jeans and sweater with a scarf around your neck. you were walking around the museum.

Knowledge was one of the few things you couldn't get enough about, especially when it was on the first avenger.

You walked into the Captain America exhibit and smiled listening to the voice playing over head. It was quiet and you could hear it clearly. You walked over to wear the life size versions of Captain Rogers was and stood in front of it. You were just a bit taller than he used to be.

You often dreamed what it would be like to have meet him before. To see that much spunk, and honor, and awesomeness put into one person. You stood there for a good twenty minutes daydreaming before you moved on.

The howling commandos, they were among the bravest men in history. None more famous than James Barnes.

You wrapped your arms around yourself with a smile. That was one hell of a man. You smile to yourself before walking over to the memorial to James. There was a guy in a Hoodie standing there, so you tried not to be too weird.

You stood a good three feet away before reading and staring at the picture of him. You smile to yourself before thinking about how he nearly fit everything you wanted in a man. Only one problem, he died 70 years ago.

You couldn't help but glance to the guy in the hoodie. He looking pretty banged up and in need of a shower. Your big heart taking control as you stood beside him. "You know," you started till he glanced at you. "James, was a hero. He was a great man. He would of changed the world with Steve. But he gave his life to save his best friend."

The stranger looked at you with soft blue eyes. He didn't say a word or show anything else. Except you noticed he was clutching his right arm close to his chest.

"Hey are you okay?" You ask softly moving and reaching out to touch his arm before he roughly pushed you away. You were shocked by how strong and hard his arm was. But this didn't shake you. You had put yourself in worst situations trying to help someone.

"I won't touch you okay, but you look like you're hurt. Are you?" You speak slow and soft knowing something was wrong.

And he could do was nod and look at you like a hurt puppy. You nod and softly smile. "I can help you. I can fix you up, give you a place to stay for the night. Some nice food. That sound good? I will only touch you to look at your arm. I promise."

He looked away before winced as he touched his arm. He nodded slightly, you would of missed it if you weren't looking at him. Strands of his long brown hair fell on his face as he looked back to you.

"Don't worry, nobody's going to hurt you with. You can come and leave as you want to. I won't make you." You smile before start walking towards the front of the museum. The stranger following behind with his head down.

You knew one day helping strangers would get you killed but not everyone is as blessed at you. Having Bruce Banner as your brother, even though you were adopted meant you always had a place to stay and money if you lost your job. He looked out for as if you were his real sister.

"What kind of food do you like? We pass a few places on the way to mine. We could stop and get something." You pressed softly turning slowly to fade him. All he did was shrug. This man had been through hell.

You nod and walk beside him now "if you see anything you think you'll like tell me. Okay?"

You heard a very faint pained "okay" from the stranger before you exited the museum and took a right heading on the walk home. You didn't live too far from the pretty part of dc, and your townhouse wasn't much but it was expensive. But being a Photographer you made a lot of money and could afford it.

There was a small tug on the hem of your sweater. You would of missed it if the stranger would of let go. You turned to see him staring at a small diner that had 24/7 lite up in the window.

"Alright, but we should get it to go. The streets aren't safe after 10." You mumble glancing to your watch it was already 8:55 and you two weren't half way home.

You open the door and let him go inside, he looks as if he might have a panic attack. "Hey it's okay. I'm right here I promise. " you smile looking at his face before grabbing a menu and handing it to him softly.

You quickly look over one deciding on a burger, mozzarella sticks, and a large coffee. You still had photos you needed to finish for tomorrow. He spoke quietly again "hot dog, chili fries" you smile and take the menu softly from him.

"You look like you need a coffee too, trust me it's good." You smile before putting the menu back. He nods softly. "Okay you can say here if you don't want to walk up." He nodded before you went up and ordered.

The food was done fast as you two were the only ones there. You smile and hold out the cup of coffee. "I ask for five sugars and three creams and a hint vanilla. That's how I like mine." He reaches for the coffee and softly takes it pulling his left arm back to him as if he didn't want you to see it. You didn't mind as you glanced up to him, he was rather handsome for someone who looked like they been through a war.

"C'mon let's get home." You smile before head down the street.