"Do you ever resent Steve?" The words were spoken quietly, without inflection. The response, not so much.

"What! How could you dare…!"

"Bucky! Please I'm not insinuating anything, it's just, you made it out missing an arm and Steve is physically whole." Sam placated. He already knew what the response would be, and agreed with it whole heartedly, but Bucky needed this.

"Steve may have both arms, he may not have lost a limb but he lost a lot more than I did out there. He spent three weeks being tortured by some of the worst people, he spent four days, lost and alone in the jungle, and he watched men die even while he held their chest together. I have nightmares, and loud sounds can terrify me. I may get phantom pains of a limb that isn't there but Steve…Steve looks at his hands and sees blood. He stares too long at plyers and thought of putting his head under water terrifies him. If it gets too cold he starts to shake and his eyes go glassy, lost somewhere else." Steve lost just as much, if not more than I did." Bucky fell into his chair as the rant came to an end.

"Feel better?" Sam asked with a sad smile.

"yeah." Mumbled, head down. But Bucky's shoulder had relaxed a bit. Good, Steve had mentioned that Bucky was begging to tense again. And that could lead to explosions.

"Hey guys!" Steve called as he walked in the door.

"Steve!" Bucky smiled as did Sam.

"You ready to go Buck?"

"Yeah sure." Bucky began to stand.

"Oh…um Sam." Steve rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah Steve?"

"Bucky and I…were going to get on our way soon so…" Steve trailed off awkwardly. Steve and Bucky had been here for a month and a half. A long time for them. They had said they liked the town and wanted to take a little break. They had wandered into the VA facility one day and Sam…Sam really didn't want them to leave.

"Oh…um well, when about do you think you'll be heading off?"

Steve and Bucky shared a look. "Tomorrow morning, 8 AM sharp." Bucky's gruff voice answered.

"Ah…" Awkward but warm goodbyes followed, and Sam spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. He glance at the clock. 7:15 huh. Steve and Bucky are staying in a hotel about 15 minutes away. Sam glanced around his apartment. He really didn't have much. Clothes and other necessities, a couple books and just a few mementos. After leaving the air force that only thing that held any meaning was his work with other veterans.

No car, month by month lease, no family and not many friends. Sam sat up.

"Well crap!"

Steve and Bucky put the last bags into the van before locking up the room.

"This was nice town" Steve said.

"Yeah" Bucky took one last look around before starting to climb into the passenger door.

"Wait for me!" The both turned in shock at the familiar voice to see Sam Wilson running towards them, two duffle bags in his arms, sweating and smiling.

"Sam!" They both ran to him and held him steady as he huffed and puffed. "what are you doing here?"

"I…I decided that…if anybody needed me…whew…it was you two." Steve and Bucky looked shocked. "And maybe…I need you two."

And that was that