Writer: So I'm back from falling of the edge of that precipe and this will be brief. New chapter and Stark, plotting something which will be fully detailed in time.

STARK: (Appears out of nowhere) Could we have a chat?

Writer: I'll think about it. Enjoy the chapter, folks and please leave a review of what you think about it.

The morning sun is now filtering through a gap in the curtain as I wake up and everything that had happened last night as it all comes back to me as I remember what last night had been like for me.

We had made love and yet deep down, something hadn't felt right about it, as though he was keeping something from me, that he didn't want to tell me.

Had Stark, threaten him and told me to stay way from me, because of my past. I didn't know the answer to that question and it was making scared at the fact.

He was moving away from me, with each step, he took in the opposite direction. I get off the sofa and head to the bathroom, deciding I need a shower to calm my nerves, as well as think about what is happening between Steve and me.

The shower water, is lukewarm, as I tilt my head back to allow it run down my body and sigh softly, as it washes away the grime and dirt on my skin. Turning around, I now lean against the tiled wall of shower as I now feel like maybe that Stark, was right about me.

I was no longer the friend from Steve's past, but someone else that no longer remembered the times that had been shared between each other. Had, I not fallen into that abyss, then maybe things would be different and I wouldn't be like this - the man, with metal arm and Russia's top most Assassin.

A note is on one of the pillows, when I come out of the bathroom and go over to the bed then pick it up, to look at it.

Bucky,

Something private and important that Director Fury, wants to discuss with me as come up. I now, I should have waited and told you in person, but the Director insisted that it was urgent.

I will be back late. Some spare spagetti in pasta dish with the tinfoil is in the fridge.

Can be eaten cold.

Steve

P.S. Stark, might be coming around at some point to talk to you, about some things. Don't let the young man, intimidate you and try not to start an argument with him.

I could understand that because of his job, that he would be called away for Missions or private information then folding it, place it in one of the draws, when I notice something hidden underneath some of the clothes then pull it out.

It is small box, with faded letters on it and open it, knowing maybe I shouldn't because they could be private then see it was memory stick with logo on it that I recognise as S.H.I.E.L.D then close it, place it on the bed.

Had Stark, given it to him. The memory stick looked new and made me, think that Steve, probably knew everything about me now.

I head to the cupboard, opening and grab a hoody, black t-shirt and jeans, along with boxers from the chest of drawers then get changed into the clothes, feeling like I shouldn't be doing this.

But, the problem was he had placed himself in danger and H.Y.D.R.A would use the information that they had obtained electronically to find out where he lived, where it was and how he had got the information.

I grab a rucksack and stuff, some spare clothes in then place the box inside as well, then head for the front door, grabbing the spare key.

I unlock the door and step out onto the landing, hearing footsteps coming from upstairs then close the door, behind me and lock it as the figure of Stark, appears around the corner of the stairs.

"Leaving, are you?" I hear him, asking me as he comes up to me and stands in front of me, effectively blocking me.

"Why do you want to know, Stark? As far as I know, you gave him that memory stick and everything that was done to me, he probably knows now. It's better if you hadn't intef..." I begin to say, only to suddenly feel him, whirl me around.

He moves my hand, twisting it up and pinning me it behind my back as he takes the key out my hand then after unlocking the door, pushes me inside and shutting the door behind him with his foot.

"I think it's better if we talk inside here and not out in the landing. " He says, while I manage to get free and away from him then breathing heavily, turn around to fully face him as he comes up to me.

"Just, let me go, Stark. I can't let them, find him and take me back. I CAN'T." I said, shouting the lasts words as my voice breaks in the process and soon wrap my arms around myself, while tears form in my eyes then he is front of me.

"Of course, you want to leave. But, would Steve, think if you left without anything to tell him why. Or maybe, it would be better if you did." He whispers, in my ear, while I can feel his hot breath on my neck then moves his head away to look at me as I glare at him.

"You, bastard. You, why you doing this to..." I begin to say, when he places a finger on my lips and shushes me, like I was some kind of child - who was having a tantrum - then placing a hand on my chest, pushes me back until my back hits the wall near the window.

"Maybe I'm jealous, maybe because I know about your past from S.H.I.E.L.D records and maybe, because, your not the only one with secrets." He says, while moving his hand off my chest to place it near my head on the wall then leans closer to me, making me turn my face away as I flinch, which he notices.

"And you want me to leave, as well. You don't control me, Stark, like your Father did you." I said, voice rising slightly with anger as I turn to glare at him then suddenly feel, his hand slap me across my cheek hard, splitting my botttom lip in the process.

He grabs my chin, turning it so I look at him and it suddenly reminds of another time, another place when I had been grabbed like this then before I even think about, placing my my hands on his chest, push him away from me.

He falls onto the floor, with muffled thud at the sametime that the door opens and Steve, who has just come in stands there looking at me with shock as I lower my hands to my side then my lower my head to stare at the floor.

I hear Stark, getting up and saying something to Steve, that I don't hear then the door closes behind the man, leaving me now alone with my lover. I feel numb inside, that he seen that and when he comes up to me, wait for him to say something.

He doesn't, instead heads into the kitchen and lift my head to see that he is sorting the shopping then going up to him, I reach out for him. My hand shakes, just as my fingertips are about to touch his shoulder and I lower my hand down then he fully turns around to face me.

"Steve..I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Stark, tried..." I begin to say, but my voice breaks with emotion and I turn away from him, so he doesn't see that I'm breaking down in front of him then his arms wrap around me, from behind.

"I don't care, Bucky. Your, here with me and that is all that's matters." He says, while I turn my face to look at him and he kisses me, lightly on the lips then becomes bolder as I turn around in his arms, while he lifts me up.

Now, in the bedroom and our clothes on floor in a heap, Steve lays me down on the bed cover and gets over me then bends his head down, kissing me lightly on the lips. I kiss back and take hold of him, feeling the way his lips move against mine then he lets go of them to look down at me.

I nod silently for him to continue and feel him push his hips forward then slowly, gently he starts to move his hips back and forth as I hold him close to me. I just allow the sensations to fill me and try not to think that I'm going to have to leave him at some point in life.

When he lifts his head, I take hold of both of his cheeks with my hands and still hold them as breathless gasps and pants fill the bedroom. All I can think is him and only him at the moment, over me, inside me and holding me as I soon arch my back crying out his name in tearful cry, when it hits.

I loved him, I loved Steve. I loved him.