Bucky Barnes was at the Smithsonian Museum in a hood and hat, not wanting to be noticed, especially not his metal arm that was until he felt a hand on his back. He turned around coming face to face with the red haired girl who was working with Captain America, the very man he had been sent to kill, but not anymore. He was not a weapon. He was human.
"James, I'm here to take you somewhere that you can stay, somewhere that you'll be taken care of" she spoke softly not taking her eyes away from his. Bucky just nodded and allowed himself to be driven to an apartment block, the red head giving him some paper with a door number on, to tell him which apartment to go to. He got out of the car and walked into the apartment block, he soon found the apartment he was looking for and knocked on the door. The door opened and the familiar blond walked out, the very same man Bucky had been sent to kill. Before Bucky could say anything the other man flung his arms around him and rested his head on Bucky's shoulder. Bucky stood there for a few seconds before hugging the other man back.
"Come on Buck, I'll let you stay here for a while" Steve pulled away and led Bucky into his simple apartment.
"Take a seat Buck" Steve gestured to the couch in the middle of the room, Bucky sat down with Steve sitting down next to him.
"What do you remember?" Steve asked his friend.
"Parts, it's all a bit fuzzy" Bucky answered his gaze to the floor.
"Do you remember me?" Steve looked at his friend, he eyes full of hope and desperation.
"A little" Bucky nodded to himself.
"Well a little is better than not at all" Steve gave a small smile.
"I just don't remember who I am" Bucky shrugged.
"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, you're my best friend and we have always been there for each other through everything" Steve answered.
"So, why do you call me Bucky?" he shook his head.
"Nickname that sort of stuck with you" Steve smiled.
"Oh and you're Steve Rogers right?" Bucky looked at Steve and Steve nodded slowly.
"Yeah. I'm Steve Rogers" he answered.
"Okay, and we met…" Bucky started.
"School. You saved me from some bigger guy that was picking on me" Steve finished earning a nod from Bucky.
"I remember the train" Bucky spoke quietly.
"Oh. I'm sorry Bucky" Steve looked down.
"It wasn't your fault, you can't save everyone"
"But I should have saved you" Steve answered.
"No. If you reached any further then you would have fallen as well" Bucky told him.
"Bucky we're both as stubborn as each other we're never going to agree on if it was my fault or not" Steve rolled his eyes, earning a small smile from Bucky.
"I can remember you saving me from the HYDRA base as well, most people would have just left me but, not you" Bucky nudged Steve slightly.
"That's because I didn't want to leave you. I would have felt even more guilty than I do about the train. I almost got sent out of the army because of that" Steve shook his head slightly.
"Well, it's good that you didn't just leave me there" Bucky grinned.
"You seem to be remembering a lot. What else do you remember?" Steve asked.
"I remember that you used to be a tiny little guy that had asthma and lied on your enlistment forms, and would always bail on double dates that I arranged, also there was Coney Island" Bucky smiled with a small chuckle.
"Oh Coney Island, when I threw up on the Cyclone" Steve shook his head.
"I told you that you shouldn't have eaten that much before going on it" Bucky laughed.
"No you didn't, you told me that if I did eat that much then I would be okay" Steve laughed.
"Yeah but that was only because you wouldn't pay for my food" Bucky grinned laughing.
"You should have paid for yourself jerk"
"You had been a punk all week" Bucky rolled his eyes.
"Shut up" Steve rolled his eyes and nudged Bucky.
"I think being with you helps the memories" Bucky spoke, stopping the laughter.
"Good" Steve smiled.
"Yeah so can I stay here with you?" Bucky asked.
"Of course you can Bucky" Steve nodded.
"Thanks" Bucky smiled. "So, that red head girl…"
"No Bucky she is off-limits. She isn't the relationship type of girl" Steve argued.
"People can change" Bucky smirked.
"No. Besides, I think she has a thing for Clint" Steve answered earning a small frown from Bucky, making Steve to punch Bucky in the arm softly and Bucky giving a small grin in return.
"It's getting late Buck, I'll get you some of my old stuff to sleep in" Steve stood up going into the bedroom before returning a minute later tossing the clothes at Bucky.
"Spare room is in there" Steve pointed to one of the rooms with a smile. Bucky nodded and took the clothes into the spare room, changing into them and climbing into the bed. He closed his eyes, not being able to sleep for a while, in fact not being able to sleep at all. After a while Bucky got out of the bed and crept into Steve's room, getting into the bed and fitting into place. Cuddled up to Steve, curled into a ball. Steve felt the body heat against him and wrapped his arms around his friend.