The following day Charley entered work with a clear mind. She was sure Bucky would show up tonight, she had a strong feeling he had listened to her words and hadn't left Washington, or at least she hoped he did. He was nice to talk to, even if he didn't say much.

However, as soon as she entered work her boss was standing crossed armed, tapping his foot away creating a soft pat on the concrete flooring of the store. She gulped, readying herself for the worst. Her boss probably knew that she had been giving away free clothes. Last time Bucky came it had been a lot more than one item, although Charley made sure to pay before she left, but there was bound to have been something that got her caught. Maybe they looked at security footage, but they never did so why would they start now?

Ideas rushed through her head as she made to stand in front of her boss, trying to look as innocent as possible. Perhaps she could play it off like she knew nothing.

"Is everything alright, Aiden?"

"Were you closing up the store last night?"

Shit. He knows. Charley thought bitterly feeling her lips tightening up in anticipation. She tried to keep her face as straight as she could. "Yes," she nodded.

"Then may I ask why there was a puddle of cola that was spilled on the floor in the office?" Charley almost groaned. That was all. She had forgotten all about the puddle of coke that she had spilled that evening, too delighted that she had seen Bucky again. "Seeing as you were the last person in the office last night and there was no coke in there before I left, I'm guessing it was you."

"Sorry, yes it was," Charley said, utterly relieved, "I must have forgotten to clean it up."

"Need I remind you on the company's policy. No fizzy drinks in the offices." He raised his eyebrows and loomed over her. It irritated Charley how he looked down on her like a child when he himself was twenty-two, only two years older than Charley. "It could attract rodents."

"Yes I'm so sorry. You're right, it was wrong of me." Charley attempted to keep the sarcasm out of her voice but failed miserably as she saw Aiden bite the inner side of his lips, preventing him from saying something. "I have a lot of work to do. I hope you accept my sincerest apologies"

She brushed past him and into the stock room to collect her first batch of clothing, and readying herself for a busy day ahead of her. At least she might see Bucky tonight. That was what kept her going throughout the day as Aiden kept making pokes at her. She didn't know what he didn't just fire her if he hated her so bad, he had the power to, but she supposed she had done nothing wrong to deserve being fired. He had nothing on her.

The day finally drew to a close when Aiden handed her the store keys for the sixth time in a row, giving her another warning, "I've got my eye on you, Weller."

When Aiden was out of her view Charley rolled her eyes. "Jackass," she muttered under her breath, going to the office for another session of research. It was becoming a habit of hers. She would usually order the food before but when she went to order from her favourite Indian takeaway store online, she discovered it had been closed for the last week due to being so close to the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier crash. Determined to have Indian tonight, Charley would have to go to another one, she had tried it out before but it wasn't nearly as nice and they only did collect in store. Although that would mean it would be cheaper. Charley weighed up the positives and negatives in her head.

For one she would have to walk, and walking could mean she would miss Bucky. But, it was only a short walk and Bucky usually came an hour later. And, she really wanted Indian. She was sure she could make it in time.

She gathered her things together and locked up the store, not wanting to risk anyone breaking in (with the exception of Bucky) whilst she was gone.

Her trip to the Indian take-away was uneventful. However she did earn a few confused stares when she said she wanted pretty much a bit of everything, not sure what it was that Bucky would like. But they did as she asked giving her a massive bag of boxed up take-away food and asking for a hefty price.

She handed the cash over regretfully at least knowing she would have days of left overs to eat.

Bucky had better come tonight, she thought as she walked back the way she had just come.

"Charley?" She turned at the sound of her name. With a name as common as hers she usually didn't bother as people were often calling someone else, but there was something familiar about the voice. She turned and saw Bucky on the other side of the street, wearing the jacket she had given him with his hands stuffed inside his pockets. He must have been just about to enter the store when Charley came down the street.

Charley suppressed a smile, relieved he had come and crossed the street to join him.

"You came?" She couldn't contain her smile anymore and found it blazing up on her face at the mere sight of him. "I didn't think you would."

He shrugged, "I guess Indian sounded good."

She leant forward as if about to share a really interesting secret with him, "you know, if you keep eating the food I give you I'm pretty sure you're going to end up with a heart attack."

He shrugged, "I'm pretty sure being a super soldier I'm immune to heart attacks."

"You're a super solider!" Charley raised her eyebrows in surprise clearly not having read that part of his file, as she didn't remember it. Truth was, she hadn't read a lot of his folder. After reading about the brain wash and torture side of it she had felt so sick she had to close it and take a breather, feeling sick to the pit of her stomach of what they had done to him for the past seventy years or so. She half wondered if others had read his files and thought the same, or if they really did think he was a monster. "Like, Captain America with the super solider serum? That's awesome."

"Something like that." He scratched the back of his head with his right arm awkwardly. Charley felt this was coming into sensitive issue and decided to back track before he ran away like he had before.

"So…" she held up the bag of Indian, "Want some of it? I've got enough to feed an army, like I think I brought out the store. I was severely judged, I wasn't sure what you would like," she began to carry on walking down the street, glad when Bucky began walking next to her. "Ever have Indian before?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Well, there's a first for everything, ey?" She nudged his shoulder playfully to see what his reaction would be and began grinning in delight when Bucky let out a small chuckle himself. "You know, you've got a nice smile."

"I have?" Bucky asked mildly interested, the comment made his wipe the smile of his face immediately. Charley frowned, missing the curve of his lips.

"Yeah you do," she replied simply.

They reached the outside of the store building, Charley went to grab her keys when an idea hit her. "Hey, do you want to eat somewhere else?" His head shot up to meet hers suddenly looking nervous. "I've just already locked up and it's a nice night tonight. There's a park not too far from here."

"Is it in the open?"

"Parts of it are," Charley admitted, tucking her keys away again, "but there are parts that are enclosed, there's a bench there that's hidden behind some bushes."

Bucky looked around as if expecting to see someone following him. Charley watched him carefully and saw just how rigid he was, seeing his eyes narrowing at a particularly dark alley way across the street. "I'd prefer to eat inside somewhere."

She nodded, a little disappointed but got her keys out nevertheless thinking that she should just be content that he was comfortable being with her alone. As she went to open the shutters however Bucky placed his good hand on hers.

"It's alright; we'll eat where you want."

"It's no trouble if you want to eat inside, we can."

"No," Bucky shook his head, "I need to start living more normally, I can't keep looking behind my back for Hydra."

"You think they're still after you?" Charley asked tightening her grip on the Indian bag as she almost dropped it when transferring her keys back into her pocket. She would have probably cried.

"Probably," he shrugged as if he didn't care but Charley knew worry was clawing at him. She wondered if he really knew what everything was in this world, he had been frozen for so many years did he really have any time to settle down into this century like Steve Rogers had. She doubted Hydra gave him that luxury. She looked up and saw Bucky, brows knitted together, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't really know what I'm doing. I don't know if they're after me and then there's that Steve guy-"

"Captain America," Charley offered finding it weird she was talking to someone who had once been friends with the Captain America.

"Yeah him," Bucky nodded, "I'm not sure if I should go find him, I know he's looking for me. He knew but- but I don't know him. With everyone after me… I don't really know what to do."

Charley was not expecting this bombshell. She had no advice to offer the guy, not exactly having any shared life experience with him. She wanted to tell him something that would help him, but couldn't find anything to say. instead she held up the Indian in her arms.

"Let's start with eating some Indian like normal people and then we'll go from there. How about that?" She gestured to up the road. "We can go to my apartment if you don't feel like staying out in the open. My car's just down the road."

"You sure that's alright?" Bucky asked once again, shoving his hands in his pockets. Charley noticed he did this when feeling uncertain of himself.

"Yeah, anyway it's starting to get a bit chilly now. The park wouldn't be that nice now," After going for a ten minute walk to the Indian and then standing outside for another ten minutes she was beginning to feel the bitter sting of the cold and re-evaluated her previous statement of being a nice night. She really needed to start wearing more layers.

"If you're sure. I don't want to intrude in your home."

"You won't be." Charley offered him a smile beginning to walk down the road where her car was. "I'm inviting you. It'll be nice. Just two friends."

"Friends?" Bucky raised an eyebrow.

"Well I figured after everything's that's happened over the last few days we can consider each other friends."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I would be a terrible housemate."

The rest of the way to the car they walked in silence. For the first time however, it wasn't an awkward silence. The two strolled down the street next to one another the breeze calmly blowing. It wasn't until they reached her car that she felt Bucky staring at her with a complex expression.

"What?" She chuckled when he instantly turned away when she caught him. "What is it?"

"I'm just trying to figure out why I'm trusting you so much."

"Don't ask me," Charley shrugged, taking out her car keys and unlocking the car. She pulled open the driver's side and took the wheel, dumping the Indian in the back seat. Bucky hesitantly entered the other side without saying anything; she smiled when she saw him leaning over for his seatbelt. "Maybe I've got a trustworthy face."

"For all I know you could be Hydra tricking me." Bucky stared ahead at the road as Charley started the car. The street was deserted at this time of night so driving wouldn't be a problem, there would be barely any traffic. "And I'm just trusting you blindly." There was an ounce of irritation in his voice that disturbed Charley as his metal arm suddenly clutched the seat belt a little tighter. For a moment she was afraid he would jump out the driver's side and run.

"Do you really think that I'm Hydra?"

"No." Charley was pleased to hear him answering almost instantly. "That's what worries me, I shouldn't be this relaxed. Hydra's after me and I'm eating Indian food."

"Even more reason to just sit and enjoy the time that you can," Charley argued. "Anyway, if you keep suspecting everyone to be Hydra how do you expect to move on."

Bucky said no more on the matter. Instead he move forward on his seat looking outside at the road. "I can't remember driving in a car this slow before."

"Are you mocking my driving skills?"

"No, no… I just meant to say I've never just been in a car just to drive." Charley waited for him to explain further. Taking a deep breath he continued. "I was only ever in a car for two reasons. If Hydra was transporting me from one place to another, and I was always in the back of a van with no idea where we were and if I was hunting down someone to- to kill them." He gulped on the last bit. "It's relaxing."

Charley lips curved downwards in response. With one hand still on the wheel she placed her other hand on his shoulder. At first he flinched away from her touch but eventually sank into it. "What about before all of this? Before world war two? You must have driven a car then?" She wasn't really sure on the history car but she was pretty sure most people had cars in the 40s.

"I can't remember." He shrugged once again as if it was no big deal. They drove under a bridge where there were light dotted on the walls. Bucky turned to look out of the window at them, and for the rest of the journey was in a haze, Charley wondered if he was trying to sort through missing memories in his head.

They pulled up outside of Charley's apartment. She locked the car door and Bucky followed her inside. It was then that she forgot about her Indian still lying on the backseat of her car. She turned to unlock her car again when she saw Bucky already carrying it. Both arms wrapped around the take-away. At some point he must have put on the glove Charley had given him a week previously as his metal armed hand was covered up.

"Thanks." She smiled fondly going to take it from him but he moved it away.

"I can handle a small take-away," he grinned and a little playfully.

"You sure? There's a lot of stuff in there. It might be a bit too heavy for a super soldier," she mocked back, smirking as Bucky sent her a half glare. She smiled at how relaxed he was being around her. This was only their third meeting and he already trusted her.

She reached her apartment floor. Just as she was about to open her door and go inside, she back tracked snapping the door shut again. Bucky frowned at her as Charley quickly explained. "Don't judge me alright but my apartment is a mess. I don't have much time on my hands to tidy it." When Bucky shrugged she went to open it but once again snapped it shut. "Okay, that's was a lie. I have too much time on my hands so I can't really use that as an excuse. I'm just a messy person, get over it."

He chuckled. "It's fine. Believe me; I've probably seen messier places in my life."

"Well, being ninety years old I would be impressed if you haven't." She opened the door revealing to him her messy apartment. It seemed to be messier than when she left, although that might be because she normally didn't notice the mess, but she was now suddenly very aware of it. Bucky didn't seem to mind though as he followed in behind her casually. She gestured to the sofa which he happily took a seat on.

She went into the kitchen to pull out two plates and arrange the Indian into piles. She wasn't sure what he would like so took what she wanted onto her plate and called him into the kitchen. He appeared behind her seconds later, now haven taken off his jacket although strangely left his glove on his left hand.

"I don't know what you want?"

"Neither do I," Bucky half chuckled.

"I'll give you a little bit of everything then." She turned back around to the plates and began pilling the stuff on. When she was done she tucked the rest of the Indian away in the take-away plastic boxes and shoved them on the side for a later day. Probably tomorrow when she won't be bothered to cook.

"Here you are."

The table was clear for the most part. She made sure that was her spot of tidiness as it was where she did most of her work. She popped the plates on the table and took a seat, Bucky sitting across from her.

"You know the past week I've eaten more nice food than I have my whole life."

"You've still got time to catch up," Charley said raising her fork to her lips. Surprisingly it was still hot. "Maybe we'll get fish and chips next time."

"Now that I have had before." He chuckled and then suddenly stopped eating, looking shocked. The change in his behaviour worried Charley. she sat up straighter looking at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I remember…" Bucky said hazily, "I remember eating fish and chips."

"You do?"

"Yeah…" Bucky trailed off. Charley saw tears glistening in his eyes. She hadn't expected this type of emotion. "At the beach. I can only remember a bit of it but I'm with some guy."

"Captain America?" Charley encouraged, excited about this new revolution in Bucky's memory. She wanted to cry over the fact Bucky was finding so much comfort in such a small memory.

"Maybe," Bucky shrugged. "He's small and skinny so I don't think so."

"Pre-serum Steve," Charley said offhandedly, a little embarrassed by how much she knew on Captain America. She wouldn't exactly call herself a fangirl of him but he was definitely an idol who she memorised every note of in her history classes.

Who was she kidding? She was totally a fangirl of Captain America. Who wasn't now that he had come out from under the ice?

"He was skinny before he had the serum injected into him."

"Huh, you'd have thought I'd have remembered my supposed best friend becoming a super soldier and changing shape." Bucky's smile at the revolution in his memory vanished and replaced by a sad bitter one. Charley let out a breath of air bringing a hand across the table and putting her hand over his metal one.

"You're making progress, you remembered something," Charley added positively. "It means what Hydra did to you isn't permanent but can be undone. You can remember." Bucky still didn't look convinced; she lightly squeezed his arm wondering if he even felt with his metal arm. It seemed he did when the metal arm became less rigid, his fingers relaxing into her grip. "I'll help you. There's got to be some technique that helps you remember." There were people who had suffered brain damage that managed to get their memories back, maybe Bucky could do that too.

She expected Bucky to fight her words but he wrapped his metal hand on top of her breathing out two words. "Thank-you."

A/N I haven't even read this chapter through. I wanted to update before school tomorrow so i'm sorry if there's any mistakes. Thank you to everyone who had reviewed/followed and Favorited. it means a lot. (Edited, you're welcome, Kels.)