A/N I actually started this before Bucky's Padawan and got the idea for it while writing this. I hope you enjoy His Nurse.

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Present-

The former Winter Soldier looked rather pitiful up at Steve Rogers from where he was trapped by his silver arm. Steve could see the man had lost weight and was in knee of a shave since he last saw him. The past few years had not been kind to the man who was once his brother. Steve just wanted to wrap the man up and protect him from the world like what he had done to Steve many years ago. Steve remembered that with every new illness Bucky was beside him making him forget that his whole body hurt, that it was ok to laugh and cry about things.

"I think we should call Stark" Sam, a dark skin man muttered towards the blond haired one standing beside him.

"No, not yet." he said, Sam nodded understandingly. Many of the soldiers assignations had been slung over the newspapers, everyone was looking for the poor guy.

"I know a guy."

"No" the Soldier spoke up, voice rough and clearly struggling, like he hadn't spoken in months. "I know someone, who can help me" both Steve and Sam looked at him critically. Why didn't he call them sooner? The ex-assign sign and held out his flesh hand towards the pair.

"Phone. It's going to be hard enough to convince her." he grumbled, as Steve handed him his phone. Watching as he pressed numbers and silently held the phone to his ear as the two other men looked at him questionably.

"Katie?" there was a mumble reply that was clearly female. " I need your help" more mumbling and a bit of cajoling Bucky finally handed Steve back the phone. " she'll be here in about an hour. Don't hurt her. Please. " Steve looked at his friend as he pleaded, and he got the impression that had it not been Steve who found him or that Bucky remember him, the girl wouldn't have been called. He clearly cared about her.

Between the three of them they judged Bucky's mental state and memory loss while waiting for the girl. Five minutes after the hour had past a cab pulled up down the road and a slim figure got out. At first glance both Sam and Steve though it was a young boy but as the figure moved closer, the swing of hips and shadowing features said it was a girl. She carried a bag pack and was looking carefully around herself before making toward the three men. Her clothes were clearly unfitting and several layers and she wore a dark hat that left golden red,shoulder length hair sticking out the bottom. She had dark eyes and a scattering of freckles across the bridge of her crooked nose, she was smaller then the average woman nowadays but she could very easily pass for just another face in the crowd.

"Katie?" Sam asks, the woman paused mid step and glared at him. Her eyes burning, calculating the men's movements.

"Kate."she corrected " who are you?" Something in her tone tone reminded Sam of his mother when he did something wrong. Sam looks towards Steve but finds the super soldier staring at the girl like she was a ghost.

"Sorry, I'm Sam this is Steve." Kate's eyes flickered to size both men up before humming in what could be seen as a unimpressed manor before strolling pass them both to the garage where Bucky was trapped. The men follow close behind.

"Gee Sarge' what you do? Mess with the wrong girl?" She smirks as she drops her pack, takes out a wrench and places it near Bucky. Sam didn't fail to notice that it was nearer his free arm then his trapped one. Bucky let his lips twitch into half a grin.

"Thought I only messed with you," there was something close to playfulness on his face. Kate snorted looking over the device that had his mechanical arm.

"Only in your wildest dreams, Soldier boy." She poked one of his metal fingers which twitch in response. "You might have crack some of the outer shell but can't see the complete mess you've gotten your self in with getting this off." She turned to the two men by the door "hey muscle, come here and help me lift this." She knelt down to look at a different angle. "As soon as the pressure is off, move it out. You got that, Sarge'?" Bucky nodded as Kate, Sam and Steve moved the top of the clamp off.

Once free Bucky moved to stand but was push back down, rather firmly by Kate as she pulled out a pair of dark rimmed glasses and looked carefully at his metal plated arm. Sam watched surprise that the most deadly assassin in the world was letting this small, meek looking woman manhandle him. Steve watched his former friend wondering why Bucky had called this woman and why he clearly trusted her. There was something about her that Steve just couldn't put his finger on, something familiar.

"looks like the surface has a few hairline cracks, I can patch you up but you need a robotics exspert." She mutters to him quietly, before taking off the glasses and replacing them into her oversized shirt top pocket.

Sam nudges Steve and gave him a meaningful look.

"We know one. Come with us, Bucky." Steve pleaded hoping Stark would be in a more negotiable mood.

"see you don't even need me." She smiled moving away from Bucky to collect her bag. However she was stopped when Bucky's dirty flesh fingers grips the bottom of her shirt, like a child clutching at their mothers apron.

"Come with me." Bucky pleaded quietly, never once looking away from the woman.

"You don't need me." She repeated softly

"I always need you. Please" the pair simply looks at each other, a silent conversation passing the two. For a long minute no one said anything, then Kate slowly nodded her head and Bucky let go, releasing tension he didn't know he had.

"Fine," she mumbled collecting her bag and swinging it over her shoulder and refused to look back at Bucky for longer then a second. " but only because you'll just start pouting at me. Your lucky you're a pretty pouter Sarge' I'd have left you in your friends charge otherwise."

Years of being a trained killer, made Bucky move fast and silent. Kate jumped slightly when his human arm curled around her shoulder and he gave her a one armed hug. She grips the front of his shirt above his hips in tight fists and closes her eyes for a moment against his chest.

"Thank you." He murmurs into her covered hair and she knows it's not just for freeing him tonight.

"Ok, enough of the mushy stuff." She pulls away but shots him a soft smile. The pair talk softly together as Sam goes gets the car, Kate had started to fiddle with the buttons of Bucky's shirt and Bucky leans towards her, in a way Steve had seen the old Bucky do, both before and during the war.

Steve wonders as he watched the pair, he couldn't help the slight smirk that edged onto his face. It figures that the one Bucky attaches himself to would have red hair. Even after all this time, that hasn't changed.