Disclaimer: The Winter Soldier do not belong to me. Enjoyed writing the first part, thought I'd do a second. Enjoy!

Bucky let Natasha run her hand up his arm, slowly, lazily. Smiling, she leaned over, kissing his collarbone. He reached out, and stroked her hair.

She felt him shift, and frowned slightly. "You ok?"

"Just a long time..." he murmured.

Natasha swallowed, and kissed his collarbone. "Don't worry. We've got all the time in the world." She ran her fingers over his chest.

"They didn't use to stick out."

"What?" she looked at him, slightly confused.

"These." He pointed to his collarbone. "Steve has shown me photos of what I was like. I was heavier...stronger."

Before HYDRA turned you into something else, Natasha thought, but refrained from voicing it aloud. "Cuddlier." She nestled back into him. "More of a man, less of warrior." She sighed dramatically. "Someone who could make a woman feel comfortable in his arms."

He raised an eyebrow. "You insulting me, Agent Romanoff?"

"No." She grinned. "Steve has shown me the photos. Come on!" She got out of bed, reaching for her bathrobe which was lying across a chair. "Need to fatten you up."

Bucky chuckled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed. "Woah!"

She shrugged. "What can I say?" She picked up a t-shirt and tossed it to him. "Here. Might want to cover yourself."

Laughing, he pulled it on over his shoulders. She had already sprinted into the kitchen, and he could hear cupboards being opened. He followed. "Can I help?"

"Yes." She pointed to the kettle. "Boil it. Coffee?"

"Yes!" he said, enthusiastically. She looked at him. "We didn't have it much..." his voice trailed off, and he busied himself. Thanks to Steve's careful guidance, he was au fait with most 21st Century appliances. Steve, he thought with satisfaction, was even considering letting him cook solo in the next couple of weeks. "Can I beat the eggs?"

"Of course!" She handed him the bowl. "Pancakes. Do you want bacon?"

"Please." She pulled a pack out of the fridge, and began to trim them. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched his movements. He was very lean, and defined. She herself had seen the photos of him and Steve, and noticed that he'd been heavier, more carefree. She shuddered slightly, remembering the pitiful state he'd been in when they'd found him. She busied herself with pouring the batter in the pan.

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in her sun drenched kitchen. Bucky was more than pleased with his pancakes. "There are so good," he said, chewing.

She smirked. "Why, thank you. Have more syrup."

He raised an eyebrow. "Have some yourself. Between you and Steve, I'm going to end up the size of a house."

"I doubt it."

He looked at her. "Thanks. But there's nothing wrong with you having a little more meat on your bones."

She blinked. The remark was flirtatious, but delivered with a cocky grin. Suddenly, she realised that this was the real Bucky, the one Steve had known. She decided to see how long he could stay for. "Well, thank you."

"Not a problem." He winked. "See, I'm used to heat being rationed. I need a woman who can keep me warm."

Natasha smiled. "You just want to be comforted."

"Of course!" He shrugged. "The restaurant last night...what happened to women having hips?!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Not too sure."

"Something to hold onto..." He grinned at her.

Natasha blinked. This was definitely the flirtatious, cocky Barnes that Steve had eulogised over. "You want something to hold onto, Sergeant?!"

Bucky nearly choked on a mouthful of pancake. "I-"

Before he could move, she was sitting on his lap. Her own training had enabled her to curl round him, perch on him before he could move to object. "Come on. Where's your sense of adventure?"

He pulled her down, kissing her hard. His hand was all over her abdomen, stroking, caressing. "Mmmmm..."

Suddenly, he stopped. His thumb was rubbing over the scar on her midriff. "Natasha...how did you...?"

"Oh, on a mission." She said, lightly, leaning down to kiss him again. "Nothing to-"

"Which one?" His voice was quiet.

"It was..." she swallowed. "It was-"

"It was me, wasn't it?" His voice was slightly hoarse. "Did I shoot you?!"

She looked at him, rubbing her thumb across his cheekbone. "Yes." She leaned down and kissed him. "But, I tried to get you first. I guess we're even."

He shook his head. "I wish-" he blinked. "Don't let me become...become that again. That thing. Please, Natasha."

"Bucky," she said, soothingly, kissing him. "You are. Never. Turning. Into. Him. Again. Ever. Even if I have make you eat pancakes until you're too fat to move."

He laughed. "Thank you." He rubbed his forehead. "This is so hard. Remembering who I am, who I was..." he bit his lip.

"Its a long process," she said, quietly, "but you have Steve, and-"

"You." He said, catching her face with his hand. "Stay with me. Not just for a date."

"Don't worry," she said, kissing him deeply. "You got me. Always."

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