Bucky woke from a very vivid dream.

The pretty little brunette he was dancing with was looking over at her blonde friend standing in the corner. He had invited Steve on a double date, but Steve had other plans. As he looked into the girl's brown eyes, they morphed into this impossible shade of green.

"Kara," he called out in his sleep as the dream disappeared. Opening his still sleepy blue eyes, he looked up from his makeshift bed on the floor to the cot beside him. The blanket was pushed back and Kara was gone. He jumped to his feet and began to search the bunker for her.

She had tried so hard all evening to find more memories for him, but she was too tired and wasn't skilled enough to use her abilities in that way.

As she curled up on the cot, Bucky sat at the table watching over her until she fell asleep. There was a lingering tingle on his lips that made him want more of her. He knew the kiss was meant as a distraction, but it stirred things deep inside him he didn't know still existed. This emerald-eyed beauty with her 'trust me' face and believable smile had offered him his life back and if she gave herself freely, so he could. All he could think about was finding her gone or worse, dead.

Kara had endured years of painful, gory images and yet her she was trying to save him from being that monster. She had no reason to help him, none that made any sense to him. He knew she felt his pain, his confusion and this aching, raw hole in his chest that left him hollow. Perhaps the universe had some grand plan, some endgame he wasn't aware of for the two of them. He thought if that was true, it was a cruel game with even crueler intentions to make her suffer along with him.

As he approached the front, he was surprised to find the door open. He picked up the knife and Glock by the table, sliding them in his cargo pants and heading out towards the lake. There was a dense fog clinging to everything. The crisp early fall day greeted him with a cool breeze as the dew from the rolling green grass collected on his combat boots. He ran his right hand through the hair hanging in his face. His skilled eyes narrowed as he stood still and focused on the sounds around him. It was the skills that Hydra had embedded in his brain that he would use now. Besides the sounds of the animals that made this base their home, Bucky couldn't hear anything else. He was sure he would hear her footsteps, maybe her labored breathing or even her sobs. He walked a little further out, towards the lake when he saw the morning glow bouncing off her auburn hair.

"Kara, where have you been?" he asked as she held up two brown bags full of supplies.

She knew from the look on his face, he wasn't happy. His eyes were creased at the corners and his lips set hard. Even like this, she found him stunning. "Stop your worrying, Sergeant Barnes. I found this little warehouse just down the road. I may have let myself in, got us a few things," she walked past him, praying he didn't go off or tell her to take it all back.

Bucky liked her ingenuity and tenacity. She wasn't one to sit idly by and let others do for what she could do herself. He took the bags from her as they walked back into the bunker. She looked rather pleased with herself as she pulled the table from the corner and they unloaded her haul.

"Where exactly did this come from?" he asked, seeing no markings or logos on the items she'd procured.

"Don't worry. I thought I saw this whole food store on our way here and sure enough, they have a warehouse full of shit. It will do until we get real supplies," she tossed him a granola bar and he caught it midair.

"No. You're not going back out, it's too dangerous," Bucky took a large bit out of the honey and oat bar and sat down on the cot.

Kara ran her hands through her hair, rolling her eyes and nearly screaming. "We have to eat and I need clothes... girl stuff. Hello. Didn't girls back in your day need... things?"

"My day?" he looked up at her as his chiseled jaw rippled.

"Yeah. Your day. Didn't that little memory yesterday show you anything? The clothes, the war bond poster on the wall... Captain freaking America? James Buchanan Barnes, born 1917... that's what it said on the Wall of Valor," Kara pulled her sweatshirt off and sat down on the blankets on the floor.

Things were a jumbled mess in his mind. He could see some things clearly and others were still fuzzy. The memorial to him at the museum told him a little about himself, but it was Kara that was starting to put the puzzle pieces together. The dream he had hadn't really a dream but a memory that seeped out while he was sleeping. He was someone's friend once, someone's boyfriend once and someone's son once. Now, he was just a ghost, a memory that was waiting to be remembered.

Kara looked over to him, seeing that distant look in his eyes. Her first thought was that he was remembering something, but she knew he was probably just torturing himself with trying to remember.

"Bucky?" she said softly to him as he rose to her feet. He looked over at her as she walked his way. He sat the remainder of his granola bar down and stood up too.

"Yes," he gave her a pondering look as his eyes watched the playful smile curl up on her lips.

She waltzed around him as he turned his head, watching as she stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her forehead rested between his shoulders as she let out a low sigh. "I guess we need to train some more."

Bucky placed his hands on her forearms and gave her a jerk. She had his knife out of his belt in a flash, but he had her in an arm lock and on the floor. "You're going have to be faster than that, Kar."

He let go of her and she stood up, wiggling her arm. "Did you just call me, Kar? Only my friends ever call me that."

"Aren't we friends?" he asked as he slid the knife and gun back in his pants.

"Depends. What does being your friend involve, Sergeant Barnes?" she flashed that playful little grin again. She was dishing out her first class flirt, hoping to bait him into saying something he couldn't get out of.

He rubbed his chin with his right hand, his index finger dipping into the dimple there. "What do you want it to involve, Ms. Bennett?"

'Dammit', she thought to herself. He was an assassin, a spy for the KGB and a trained killer for Hydra. Of course, he would come back with some quick, witty retort. Kara was doing her best to think quickly on her feet when Bucky closed the distance between them and wrapped his left arm around her waist. He was holding back the power that he possessed in that cybernetic arm, holding her as daintily as possible.

"I want to dance," he said with a crooked smirk.

"Dance?" she asked as her eyebrows creased together. Was he serious? Did trained killers dance? Did he even remember how to? "We don't have any music." He released her and disappeared down the corridor. She stood there totally perplexed at this new development. Then it hit her, something totally out of the blue. Maybe the more she treated him like Sergeant James Barnes and less like the Winter Soldier, the more he'd act like the man that his friends called Bucky. Kara walked around the small sleeping quarters as she waited for Bucky to return. She had this nervous energy that needed to be burned off, mostly caused by him. As she made another lap around the room, he walked in with a recorded player and some old vinyl records, still in their sleeves.

"These were in a crate I found. Never really had a use for them until now," he sat them down and Kara started flipping through the pile of records. She smiled when she found Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Benny Goodman, and her favorite, Etta James.

"Here," she handed him the record and he placed it on the turntable. It looked a little worn but as long as the needle still worked, they were in business. The yellow suitcase that housed the ancient player had a large speaker on the side and control knobs on the front. It had a thick layer of dust that Bucky blew away. Kara had to take a deep breath as he puckered his lips and blew.

He looked the room over for an outlet, finding one just behind the door. They had electricity to Kara's amazement, but they had used it sparsely, especially during night. The record began to turn and Kara lifted the needle to the vinyl. A static like crackle echoed from the speaker before Etta's voice boomed out at them. The soulful rhythm of 'I just want to make love to you' began to play and Kara's face went red. Bucky stood there listening to the song as he watched the record spin around.

"I like it," he said as he nodded his head. She couldn't deny him this. He'd been locked away for so long, denied any kind of life so Kara thought that he deserved this, even if she was blushing as bright as a red neon sign.

I don't want you to be no slave

I don't want you to work all day

But I want you to be true

And I just wanna make love to you

Love to you, ooh, ooh

Love to you

All I want to do is wash your clothes

I don't want to keep you indoors

There is nothing for you to do

But keep me making love to you

Love to you, ooh, ooh

Love to you

Bucky's eyebrows lifted as he turned to look at Kara. She lowered her head as she walked over to the turntable and lifted the needle to the next song. "Okay, Sergeant." She stood in the middle of the room with one arm bent and her hand up, ready for him to take. He placed his metal hand in hers, slowly wrapping his right arm around her waist. They stood close to each other, their bodies only inches apart.

"I remember this. Dancing. I think I was good at it," he said as the next song began to play.

"I bet you were with those eyes and those cheekbones. There is no doubt all the girls were lined up around the block for a dance with you," Kara was teasing him now and the smile she got back made her heart quiver in her chest.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

Oh yeah yeah, at last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover

The night I looked at you

And I found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known

Oh yeah yeah, and you smile, you smile

Oh, and then the spell was cast

And here we are in Heaven

For you are mine at last

As Etta crooned out the sultry song that declare she'd found her one true love, Bucky held Kara close to him. Their stomachs were touching, his metal hand lightly gripping hers as his right arms held her in a very needy embrace.

Kara's eyes were locked on his, those cobalt blues burning back at her so hard she felt her panties get wet. The image of him naked played over her mind as they swayed to the music. His lips parted just slightly as a breathy sigh floated out. His pupils got darker as he dipped his head down to take her lips. She welcomed him as her lips pressed back against his. Her tongue traced his lower lip until his teeth bit into the plump lip of her own. She began to breathe harder as his mouth covered hers again, his tongue tasting hers as it slid inside. Kara pulled back for a moment, feeling his arm tighten around her waist.

"Do you remember doing this too, Sergeant?" she teased him and he kissed her hard as his metal hand cupped the back of her head.

He gave her a soft kiss as he answered her back. "I remember this and what comes after."

Kara didn't speak as he backed her against the cot and they both went tumbling down on it. It creaked with the weight of both of them. Bucky did his best to keep his weight off her, but Kara was clinging to him, her hands tugging the hem of his shirt up. He lifted his arms so she could pull it off and shivered as her lips began to kiss her bare kiss. She was placing open mouth kisses along his chest, letting her tongue lavish affection on his nipples.

"Do you remember this?" she asked as she let her finger traced down his back. He nodded, letting his lips claim her neck. Kara let out a moan as he ground himself against her leg, his manhood growing harder by the second.

The music continued to play as they lay on the cot, tuning out everything but each other. Bucky did remember. The way it felt to have a pretty girl flirt with him, kiss him and seduce him. But this wasn't the way he remembered it. This felt totally different. This girl that was offering herself to him, that was currently unzipping his pants wasn't just offering him sex… she was offering him a chance to be James Barnes again.

Her hands dipped into the back of his loosened pants, cupping his very firm backside. She was grinding her wet core against him, trying to gain some relief from the pressure that was aching between her thighs. "Bucky… just take me," she moaned out and he raised up on his haunches.

He looked down at her, those swollen pink lips, those flaming jade eyes and her chest heaving. "I… might hurt you," he mumbled out and she rose up on her elbows. The sweet smile she gave him made him feel unworthy to touch her at all.

"You're in control, James… not this," her hand ran over his metal arm, coming to rest on his shoulder. She batted her eyelashes at him before she gripped her oversize t-shirt and pulled it off. He scooted back, letting her slide out of her fatigue pants. She reached up to his cargo pants and pulled them down, exposing that hard V.

"You're so damn beautiful it hurts to look at you," she said as she chewed on her bottom lip. He stood up, tugging his pants to the floor. His manhood jetted out towards her, causing her mouth to gape open. "Oh," she blurted out as he walked over to her.

Bucky lifted her hand, placing it just above his erection. He rolled his head back as she glided her hand over his cock, gripping it and stroking slowly. She was bringing back so many feelings, ones he was sure he'd never feel again. All the girls that had been intimate with him in his past flipped before his eyes like a slide show, but they all faded to one face… Kara.

She continued to work his length, wondering if she should just blow him. She wanted to taste him, lick the clear liquid that was leaking from his glorious cock. He looked down at her, seeing the want in her eyes. The tight ball that was building up tension like a rubber band being pulled back was the most alive he'd felt in seventy years. He was willing to take whatever she had to give, just as long as he got to feel the warmth deep inside her plush walls.

Kara let her hand fall from him as her lips took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Bucky's thighs rippled as he tried to hold steady. All he wanted to do was to thrust his hips, fucking her pretty little mouth.

As her tongue swirled against the right spot causing him to grip the back of her head. "Kara… stop."

She darted her eyes up to him and pulled back with a pop. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No… not wrong. I… just…," his chest was heaving as the sensation of her pleasuring him ran over him like warm water on a cool day. He didn't want to cum like this. No, he needed to be buried deep inside her when he let that rubber band finally snap for the first time in a very long time.

It was as if she could read his mind and she tossed her bra and panties off quickly, laying back on the cot. Bucky took her hand, pulling her up. He looked into her green eyes as his right hand traveled down her shoulder, over her arm then back up. His fingers prickled her flesh as he moved over her chest, across her pert nipple and down her stomach. She was moaning, quivering as he stroked the back of his fingers over her hip bone, down to her apex and resting on her mound.

"Bucky?" she breathed out in pure bliss as his index finger traced her slicked folds. "Use your other hand," she was nearly shaking as he raised his left hand, the metal causing goosebumps to raise all over her body.

He placed the metal hand to her wet cunt, letting his finger dip between her folds. He pushed it against her entrance and she nearly buckled. He gave her just enough pressure to make her call out his name, but not enough to penetrate her.

"Fuck," she screamed out as his lips sucked her nipple in. His perfect teeth gently nibbled on the rosy bud as his metal finger circled her entrance. Her clit was throbbing and she swirled her hips, trying to get him to touch her there. This was the hottest foreplay she'd ever experienced in her life. This man that was currently making her whimper like a puppy hadn't had sex in seventy years, but dammit if he wasn't about to make her explode.

He pushed his finger into her plush warmth, wishing it was his flesh hand that was feeling her tight wet walls.

Kara gripped his shoulders as her body bowed forward. Bucky pulled his hand away, turning them around and setting himself on the cot. Kara followed his lead, straddling him. She felt his manhood against her stomach as she claimed his lips. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her up with just a little pressure. She lifted up, lowering her overheated core onto his long, thick length. They both growled out in a heated primal way that echoed through the bunker.

Bucky's hands dug into the flesh of her hips as she began to gyrate her core up and down, massaging her tight walls over his engorged cock. Memories flooded back to him as she made love to him. Steve being this smaller version of himself, the pretty girl he went home with after the fair that night, the USO dance the night before he left for England and finally, waking up from a drug induced haze when Steve saved him.

He wanted to cry, weep at all the memories that were suddenly coming back to him but he couldn't. Kara stalled for a moment, looking into his eyes and stopped. Bucky opened his mouth to answer her when they heard the alarm from the armory blaring. A small explosion soon followed and Bucky knew they had been discovered.


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