I yawned as I sat up in my brother's huge bed, my lower half wrapped in the comforter somehow as I sat up, using one hand to block the light filtering in through the slits in the blinds from my eyes. I untangled myself from the blanket and went into the bathroom attached to Ryan's room, pulling my hair up into a bun with the emergency hair tie I almost always had around my wrist in the mirror. My brother's closet was off of the bathroom, and I quickly pulled off my shirt from last night, sleeping in everything I wore yesterday except my pants, and put on a random huge System of a Down band T-shirt that went to just above my knees.

I walked down the hall and into the kitchen, getting stuff out for coffee as I grabbed my Ipod and scrolled through it. I smiled when I found a song and quickly put it on the Ihome for it to start playing, making sure the volume was low as I remembered my guest, who I guessed was still sleeping.

Something was telling me to help Bucky, against my better judgment. It hurt to see someone so lost, like he was before he dropped to kitchen floor. I was thinking about who this 'man on the bridge' could be and how the hell I was gonna find him in this big city as I sung along to the music playing faintly and set to work making coffee for the two of us,

"But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold
Someone to give me their jacket when its cold
Got that young love even when we're old
Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand
Pick me up, pull me close, be my man
I will love you till the end

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you
But I'm done lookin', for my future someone
Cause when the time is right
You'll be here, but for now
Dear no one, this is your love song…"


When I turned around with the coffee pot to get water from the sink, I was met with those dark blue eyes again, but in this light, I could really see them and all their brilliant glory.

Bucky was staring at me with a shy smile, standing a few feet away on the other side of the breakfast bar, and as I stopped suddenly, afraid that my knees might just give out from the amount of gorgeous this man had naturally pouring off of him, I smiled as I said lightly, "Morning. Coffee?"
He nodded and as I went back to the task at hand, I poorly attempted to try and hide how flustered James was making me. As I put in the coffee filter, my hands were shaking.

If he keeps smiling at me, I'll never keep this up.

The song changed to The Foo Fighters Everlong, and as I made two cups of coffee and set the cups on the small table in the kitchen where Bucky was sitting, I hummed along and tried not to embarrass myself in front of him more than I had already today. It's only 9:50, and I'm already mortified.
I brought a spoon, the sugar bowl I'd brought from home, and the half 'n half from the fridge to the table and sat to Bucky's left, smiling as I motioned for him to go ahead and help himself first. As he did, I asked, "So, I was thinking...about how we're gonna do this."
He looked up at me as he passed the sugar bowl to me, signaling me to go on, and I did as I put a shit-ton of sugar into my coffee. "Have you tried Google? Because that would be my first guess."

Bucky stared at me like I was speaking gibberish, and I giggled a little as I took the creamer from him, "I'm taking that as a big NO."

"What's a Google?" he asked seriously, looking at me like some kind of alien. "The world's biggest search engine? Where you go when you need to find something, whether it's about yourself or someone else, or a word, or a thing, literally anything!" I answered in shock, and by the look he was giving me, I was talking more to myself than to him as I asked, "You have no clue what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No clue." He replied politely, and I couldn't hold back my smile at that. I ran over to my suitcase on the other side of the living room and in a flash, I was back at the table, sitting in my chair next to Bucky as I opened my laptop. "Well Bucky, welcome to the Internet."

I was about halfway through my cup of coffee about ten minutes later, when I got the idea to Google search Bucky, who sat quietly to my left drinking his coffee. I typed in James Bucky and hit enter, and when I found what I was pretty sure I was looking for, I clicked on it as I muttered, "Bingo."

Sergeant James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes
March 10th, 1917 - November 27th, 1945

Howling Commandos member and childhood friend of Captain Steven Rogers

I held back a gasp as I started digging around, only to find an article about Sergeant Barnes's memorial at the Smithsonian in D.C. with a photo of the man sitting next to me at the center of the page. I clicked on it, and it started a slide show. I knew it was him, despite the shorter hair and bright smile, in all of these old pictures, standing next to Captain America.

"Hey James," I said to get his attention, turning the laptop towards him, "I think I found you."

"That's him…" he said as he pointed to Captain Rogers on the screen, "The man from the bridge."

"Alright, let me do some digging and I'll see if I can find a phone number for him somewhere." I said with a smile as I shifted my computer back towards me. And with determination, I set to work scouring the internet for the phone number of Captain Fucking America.

I didn't even want to think about how Bucky supposedly died in 1945. Things couldn't get weirder if they tried.

A/N: Song is Dear No One by Tori Kelly :))))

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I couldn't find an exact date that Bucky fell from the HYDRA train in 1945, so I made one up :D dont hate me if i got it wrong

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