Gunfire and explosions. Angry voices shouting and weaker ones begging for mercy. A blur of chaos and darkness then nothing,silence. A door creaking open,the soft squeak of shoes against the floor. Images flash by. A ceiling fan whirs above,an open window with gentle breeze pushes the curtains to and fro. A muzzled flash. Another. A small child stands at the foot of a bed. Her face twisted in confusion as to why a stranger is standing in her parents' bedroom. The figure looking upon the girl's face turns and stalks out soundlessly. Outside the Mansion he hears a scream. He keeps walking, ignoring the slamming doors and pattering of feet as a household of servants wake to find their employers dead. Walking down the middle of the street he heard sirens blast in the distant but kept up his relaxed pace. Vivid swirling colors and bright lights. He was now sitting in a chair with a strange contraptions around his head. He didn't know what was happening but he also didn't care. Excruciating pain. He clenched his teeth together. A scream escaped his lips.
Bucky woke up in a cold sweat. He realized he had been dreaming but had woken himself up with his scream. He threw off the covers and put his feet on the floor. The cool wood help bring his heart rate down to a reasonable level. He looking around the room, he soon remembered where he was. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. Grabbing the glove off the night stand and slipping it on he walked to the kitchen. "Who's going to be up at this time?" He asked himself, looking at the clock. It was three A.M. He walked to the fridge putting his back against it and started to slide down. He could feel the coldness of it through his shirt and. He put his head in his hands as the quiet atmosphere relaxed him. " What is wrong with me?" He asked aloud. " Nothing." Came a soft reply. He jerked his head up to see the silhouette of a small woman standing by the table. "Erin." He breathed. She took a few steps closer and knelt. "Its not you thats wrong. Its this world. You've been hurt Bucky and you're just trying to make sense of what's happened to you." Her voice was compassionate. " You have to choose how you're going to handle this,your situation and your you're going to choose badly and thats all right. It takes time and no one gets it right at first." Bucky looked at her in wonder. Most people ignore him, some run scared, others call the police. To find himself with a woman that has nothing but positive and loving things to say after finding him a mess in her floor completely astounded him. " But why can't I remember?" He whispered hoarsely. She sighed and readjusted herself. " Sometimes people experience things so horrible that their minds choose to forget, to protect themselves. You, could have been hurt and lost your memories due to an injury. There are other reasons and we will find out but for now, how about we find some comfort from an old friend of mine?" She stood up and walked towards Bucky. "We?" He pondered. She put out her hand and he took hold of it, hauling himself up. He found himself looking down on her. "She's so small." They were almost touching, and they were still holding hands. Erin smiled and dropped his hand gently. Reaching around him she brushed him arm with hers, making Bucky step back. As harmless as this woman seemed he was still worried of hurting her. She opened the fridge and took out a black Styrofoam box, setting it on the island. She opened a drawer a pulled out two forks and jumped up to sit on the counter, patting the spot next to stepped closer and pushed himself on the the counter, not needing to jump because of his height. He scooted a little farther from her and she set the box in between them and open its lid. Inside Bucky saw a perfect little triangle of cheesecake. He looked up at her curiously. " When you ran out of the restaurant yesterday you forgot your dessert." She gave a small laugh and handed him the fork. " I've spent a lot of nights up on this counter eating my heart out. They say eating for comfort isn't healthy but I say that if you run a mile the next day," She cut a bite with her fork and put in her mouth. " It balances out." She winked. Bucky scooped some onto his fork and shook his head, slightly amused. " Cheesecake." He said mouth full. Erin smiled and took another bite. Bucky didn't know when he started feeling things like amusement but he wouldn't mind feeling them some more.