After Isabella and Bucky had finished dinner, and cleaned up, they went into the living room to have the talk Bucky had been waiting for all day.

"Okay," Isabella started. "Before this conversation starts, I need to know if you're ready for answers? Really ready Bucky."

Bucky looked at her unsure. He had demanded answers all day, even losing himself in anger when she wouldn't give them, but was he honestly ready? Did he want to know the answers to all the questions in his head.

"No, not really," Bucky sighed, "but I don't think I'll ever be ready. I still need them though."

Isabella just stared at him. "Okay, go ahead."

"Why are you helping me?"

Isabella didn't know if she should give part truth or full truth. No, he wasn't ready for the complete truth yet. "Steve is one of my best friends. I agreed to help get you back to yourself. When this is all said and done, and you're fully James Barnes again, you'll still have to answer for your actions as The Winter Soldier. I think we could all agree that, that will be easier for you once you're stable again."

Bucky nodded his head. "Why did you agree though? This is a dangerous mission you're trying to accomplish here."

"I'm the most qualified, clearly." Bella smirked causing Bucky to roll his eyes.

"Why agree though?"

Bella looked into Bucky's eyes, wanting to give so many answers, but it wasn't time. He had to remember on his own. "You needed to be saved Buck, and I quite enjoy saving people."

"Having the need to help people is a destructive quality Izzy."

"Don't call me that." She snapped, instantly regretting it.

Bucky was taken aback. "Why's that name anger you so much?"

Isabella looked at the ring she still wore on her left hand. "Someone important to me used to call me that."

Bucky nodded his head. "You said you were married, but he was practically dead..."

Bella looked up into Bucky's eyes. Wanting to tell him the truth so bad. "He is gone from me." Isabella started, trying to choose her words carefully. "He was injured, and he does not remember me, and I fear he never will."

"He will." Bucky said, genuinely having hope for her. "Just give him time. I highly doubt someone could forget you forever."

If you only knew James. "I hope one day he does remember. I'd like to believe he'll come back to me." A tear escaped Isabella's eye. "I fear that even if he comes back, he may not love me the same. I fear that he'll be a changed man. The things he's seen, gone through, the things he's done... It changes a person... I think you would know."

Bucky tensed. "I think I've asked enough questions for the night." He said, standing from the couch. "Goodnight, Stark."

Bucky left Isabella to her thoughts. Her painful, troubling thoughts. She waited until she was certain he was upstairs in bed before she decided to go down to the gym.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Isabella glanced at the stairs to make sure Bucky hadn't followed her. When she was certain she was alone she pressed her hand against the mirror. Her hand was scanned, and then the mirror opened up. It was a doorway to her surveillance room.

"Jarvis, watch him, if he leaves his room, let me know." She said entering the room and sitting in one of the chairs.

"Yes Ms. Stark."

"Can you get me eyes on Steve?" Jarvis replied by pulling up video footage of Steve in his room at her house. "Call him."

Isabella watched while Steve searched frantically for his phone. He finally found it under his bed. How'd you manage that one Rodgers. Isabella said to herself.

"Isabella." Steve answered.

"Hello Stevie." Isabella said with a smile.

"I thought I told you not to call me that anymore." She could see Steve roll his eyes.

"I'll call you what I want, so long as you live in my house."

Steve just ignored her comment. "So, how'd your hunch turn out for you?"

Isabella questioned telling him the truth or not. She knew she had to though. Lying to Bucky was enough for her already. "Well, he's currently upstairs in the room that was meant to be yours." She saw Steve tense.

"Does he remember?"

Bella sighed, getting sad. "You, and he remembered Howard when I told him my last name. He had a small flash back of when we met, but he said I wasn't anyone important."

"He didn't recognize you after that?"

"He must not have recognized me. I mean I do look different than I did 80 years ago." Isabella said in joking tone.

"Well you don't look a day over 70."

"Thanks gramps."

"Miss, Mr. Barnes is at your bedroom door." Jarvis said.

"I gotta go Steve. I'll call you later." Isabella said hanging up.

Bucky knocked on Bella's door so that they could talk again. He didn't like how their conversation ended. He got no answer. Figuring she hadn't gone to bed yet, he made his way back down stairs. Searching the living room, and kitchen and couldn't find her.

Suddenly he heard a noise come from downstairs that sounded like fighting. Instincts kicked in and Bucky grabbed a kitchen knife. The assassin slowly crept down stairs, careful not to make a peep.

When he reached the bottom he saw Isabella was just hitting one of the punching bags. "That knife would do you no good if someone had a gun Barnes." She said without even looking at him.

"You'd be surprised." He said, setting the knife down on a table.

"Not really," she continued hitting the bag, impressing Bucky by how accurate her punches were. Her stance was perfect. Every movement Isabella made was perfect. "I've seen you fight Steve. You couldn't beat him, and you had multiple knives and guns. Which leads me to believe you're not as great as you think."

"You talk a big game for such a small person." Bucky didn't like people talking shit to him. It angered him. Not necessarily him, but his alter ego that liked to surface quite a bit.

"You know that last time I had a super soldier question my abilities, he ended up tapping with my legs wrapped around his head." Isabella stopped punching the bag to look at Bucky and smirk.

Suddenly Bucky was running after her, but before he could hit her, she grabbed his human arm with her legs, wrapping it around his back. Isabella used her powers to freeze his bionic arm against the ground. "You and Steve are way too predictable." She said getting off of him.

Bucky looked up at her, "Why do you compare Steve and I so much?" He asked as his bionic arm broke itself free.

"Cause you guys are identical, and I'm hoping the more I make comments about him, the more your memories come back." Isabella said, starting to unwrap her hands.

"How'd you get your powers?" Bucky asked, the question throwing Isabella off guard.

"Mutant, kind of." Isabella sat down. "I've always had the power to freeze thing. That part of me is the mutant in me," Isabella set a flame in her hand suddenly, "but this, this was the super soldier serum that Howard created."

"Howard made a super soldier serum that gave individuals mutant powers?" Bucky asked confused, that sounded nearly impossible to him.

"No, it was just a side effect for me." Crossing her arms, and looking down sadly Isabella didn't want to really talk about this anymore. She missed Howard, a lot, and talking about him hurt her. She had to though. She had to continue. "Howard didn't know that I was a mutant. No one did. They're not exactly accepted among the world."

"I doubt he would have sold you out for being a mutant."

"He's a Stark." Isabella said bitterly. "You can't trust us Starks."

Bucky gave a cynical laugh. "And you expect me to trust you?"

"I'm different, I wasn't exactly raised as a Stark," Isabella looked down, "but I still wouldn't trust me if I were you. I don't even trust me." She set a bigger flame. "I don't know how to control this." She set out the flame. "It makes me weak. When I go weak, I lose control, and when I lose control..." Isabella stopped talking.

Bucky could see the ghosts that haunted her in her eyes. He knew that feeling.

Isabella started to walk away and back up the stairs, but she stopped in the middle. "You wanted to know who I was running from," without even looking at Bucky she started speaking, "I'm running from myself. From my past."

Bella finally glanced at Bucky, and the look she gave him sent a shiver down his spine. "You're not the only one with ghosts, and demons haunting them Barnes."

With that she left Bucky alone in the basement. He was starting to wonder if this safe house was really safe at all.