White walls, closing in, white walls.

Shannon shot up from her bed instantly regretting it, she'd felt pain before but this was definitely in her top ten.

'Ow' she murmured as she rubbed her forehead, feeling a protruding lump underneath her hair. Last nights antics rushed back like a movie on fast forward, her training at the club, the noise and her fight with the handsome stranger and then nothing, how the hell did she get home?

Looking down she still wore her clothes from the following night, fear hit the pit of her stomach making her feel sick, her eyes shot to her bedroom door. She pushed her power, stretching for an answer she already knew, her powers struggled, weakened from last nights but she eventually felt the power that was becoming very familiar. She could sense him in her mint green living room all out of place, he was sat watching the other side of her door.

'Shit' Shannon cursed, he was in a prime position, she couldn't leave her room without him seeing her and she couldn't get out of her apartment without having to go past him. She rose to her feet, her legs felt unsteady and jelly like, not improving with each step to took towards her door, she reached the handle, taking a minute to control her breathing, she pulled and came face to face with her handsome attacker.

He sat in her dark brown leather chair, his ocean blue eyes locked on to her dark brown ones as soon as she entered the room, it was like she was in some sort of trance, like she knew she should pull away, look somewhere else but her body wouldn't let her, behind the guarded, cold emotion she could see a glimmer of confusion and pain. His dark brown almost black hair fell across his eyes, making him keep shaking it out of his eyes, like he was in the same trance as Shannon, it looked slightly dirty and in need of a wash, Shannon couldn't believe how handsome her was, the eyes, the hair, the stubble across his chin, his jaw is lips. 'Get a grip' She mentally kicked herself, because despite all of this he exuded danger all at the same time. He had lost his jacket from the night before, it sat behind the back of the chair, now he wore a grey t shirt which clung to his body, his right arm rested on the chair, close to the table that held the telephone and two 9 mm guns but this wasn't what broke Shannon's trance and made her body take an involuntary step back, the strangers left arm was completely made up of metal, a faded red star was stamped on to his shoulder, like a brand or tattoo, for the first time since Shannon had left her sanctuary his eyes left her, he ran his right hand down his left arm, almost self conscious.

'How... how is your head.' He spoke in an american accent, his voice deep and manly like he was used to given orders instead of useless conversation.

'Breathe' Shannon told herself, it felt like being in an arena with a lion and the only a feather as protection, 'Fine' Was the only thing she could manage as a reply, her eyes flickered to her exit to freedom for only a second and back to him, he had noticed.

'I'm not going to hurt you' He sat back frustrated shoving his right hand gingerly through his hair sending the locks out of his eyes. He was hurt which improved Shannon's mood even so slightly, her body felt like a fire engine had ran over her and this handsome, would be attacker, now burglar and kidnapper had hurt his arm. Awesome.

'Please sit.' He motioned to one of the matching couch's, Shannon walked stiffly towards it, she kept her back from him not trusting his words about her being safe, her eyes back on to his. Damn powers, she couldn't dig in to his mind, it hurt too much. Shannon cursed in her head as she realised she now had more obstacles blocking her exit, the couch opposite her, the table holding the guns and the most dangerous, the stranger.

He sat forward again, moving one of the guns, his eyes focusing on them almost out of awkwardness, like he had something he wanted to say but he didn't know how to broach the subject.

'You were in Washington.' His arm had reminded Shannon of something and it had fell in to place, the terrorist attack on the government, the reports of the masked man with a metal arm who had shown no mercy, she hadn't exactly meant to say it and with the guarded, dark look that crossed his face, she wished she could grab the words back. He scowled not exactly at her but at something.

'I take that as a yes then.' She wished she would shut up, she always talked when she was nervous, this time it was going to get her in serious trouble.

'Yes' He answered sharply, another swipe of his hand through his hair 'How do you know?'

'The internet, the news. It was all over, they had witnesses but they couldn't find any DNA evidence you were even there, any evidence at all really, well apart from you know... the dead people' Shannon voice trailed off, my god woman shut up.

He sighed an angry sigh and through himself to his feet, he paced the small stretch of the chair to the door, obviously angry, he eventually rested his hands on the back of the chair he had been sitting on, when he stopped Shannon regained the ability to use her lungs.

'I was in Washington, that I remember, I have got flashes of memories, like photos but that's it. That's the reason I'm here I need your help to remember who the hell I am.'

Everything in the apartment was still as Shannon processed what he had just said.

'Excuse me, what?' was she hearing things? Had she suffered a concussion the night before?

'I'm dead aren't I? You killed me and this is some sort of great beyond dead thing isn't it?'

He gave her a weird look and ran his hand back through his hair, like that was the last reaction he was expecting, he moved towards her, quick and stealth like kneeling in front of her, he grasped her shaking hands, something she hadn't realised till they stopped as soon as he touched them, they both sent shivers up her arms and across her body. Looking in to his eyes up close, she could make out more closely the pain, the confusion and the wariness that filled them.

'I need your help.' With a sinking feeling at the emotions that filled is voice and matched them in his eyes, Shannon knew she was very much alive and that he was speaking the truth.

Shannon filled the two cups full of hot water, her hands still shook slightly as she placed her captures cup of coffee at the side of his guns, holding her cup for warmth and mostly comfort she regained her seat back on her couch

'Must be my British roots coming through, in a crisis make a cuppa' Shannon smiled a nervous smile before taking a sip which burned down her throat.

'How... how did you find me?'

He looked at her, he seemed to have relaxed somewhat since she had, he lent forward towards her ' I traced you from the guys who got your fake passport from.'

'I told them to never tell.'

'I guess I can be more persuasive then you.' He smirked slightly, sending butterflies in Shannon's stomach, maybe it was nerves, maybe not.

' What did they tell you.' Shannon calmed the fear rising in her body, she had met those men a few months after she had gotton out, her powers had been at there weakest.

'They told me that they made a fake passport with the name Shannon Smith and your picture, they then told me that after they couldn't remember exactly what you looked like and what your actual name you had before. After a few broken bones they remembered everything but don't worry after I put a bullet in there heads they forgot again.' He took a gulp of his drink not showing any sign of remorse. Again showing he was dangerous.

'What can I do for you? Shannon whispered, she could feel the adrenaline starting to pump around her body.

'You can control people's minds, you can take memories out, put them in, change decisions, god after last night you can rip someones mind apart with you own and seen as my mind and my memories have been ripped apart then your my best chance.' His killer mask cracked slightly revealing a scared, young man.

'I've never...' Shannon didn't even finish her sentence before he had swiped the hot coffee across the room, it hit the wall sending black coffee dripping across the pale mint green paint work.

'You said you would help.' He whispered his voice sounded full of menace and desperation, her power flickered she could feel in his mind he was hoping to intimidate her. The adrenaline that had been simmering around her body boiled in to hot anger, slamming her tea on her side of the table she rose to her feet, her kidnappers face filled with shock.

'First of all Mr tall, dark and brooding i will not be attached, held hostage and bullied in to helping you out. Second because of your lack of social skills I am less then capable then getting a song stuck in to your head never mind delving in to your lost memories and third that mess you have just made is something you will be cleaning up.' Shannon sat back down, her anger subsiding as she looked at the shocked expression across his face, breathing a triumphant sigh she spoke again 'and if I am helping you I think we should start with your name.' Grabbing her tea from the table, she stared back at his wide, shocked eyes 'Tell me everything.'

He sat in silence for a minute, not knowing where to start 'Um... my names James, the only thing I remember is Washington, I worked for a man called Alexander Pierce and I was an assassin. My target was Captain America and I was told to eliminate him.' He stopped, running his hand down his face in frustration like he was clawing to the very edges of his mind trying to grasp any sort of memory. 'He called me Bucky, like he knew me, he told me as much and we fought and I could of finished him but... I couldn't. I got a flash of images of me and this guy who I'd been sent to kill, like we had been a part of each other's life's but I don't remember, I don't feel anything.' They sat in silence, Shannon stunned at all the information James had given her, there had been rumors that Steve Rodgers, Captain America had known the terrorist with the metal arm, that he had been left at the side of the ocean in a bloody heap barley alive.

'You saved him, you pulled him out?' Shannon whispered, looking at James confused face, he stared down at his hands.

'I'm with you till the end of the line.' James muttered to himself looking at Shannon's doe like eyes, he saw his sadness and confusion mirrored in hers. He looked over to the shattered cup on the cup, he sighed ' I found out he had an exhibit at the Smithsonian and when I went I found photographs of myself, films of myself and a.. a history of me. Everything that Alexander had told me was a lie. I did know him.' James sat, he replayed the events of Washington in his mind for the thousand time, the information he had found at the museum, everything.

Shannon sat in silence processing everything, she felt all his pain, his story having so many similarities to her own. 'I'll help you.' She whispered without realising it, without thinking.

James looked at Shannon in shock like he hadn't heard properly what she had said, he rose making Shannon parrot his movement at his suddenness, he hugged her almost crushing every bone in her back with the strength of his metal arm. He suddenly thought better of himself and pulled away, making Shannon's feet turn to jelly in the process 'Thank you.' He murmured as he took another step back 'What do we do till your strong enough?'

'I could think of many things.' Shannon cursed herself almost instantly at her thoughts, a blush creeped up her cheeks ' If i was you I would get a shower because I'm not being funny James but you stink.'

James laughed, a laugh that felt foreign to him and made Shannon's heart race, she pointed towards the only closed door in the room, as he walked away he pulled off his grey t shirt revealing a athletic, hot body, he closed the door behind him. Shannon remained standing, her mouth wide open, her heart beating over time, she was in so much trouble and the only word that could escape her lips 'Wow.'