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Bucky pushed the truck to its limits, the engine on the verge of overheating. They drove to the farmhouse in record time and Kara's mind had been so wrapped around the fact that Jenny was probably in Hydra's custody that she didn't realize the truck had stopped.

"You okay?" Bucky finally spoke, pulling Kara to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and finally let out the tears that had been dammed up behind her eyes. He capped the back of her head, stroking her long auburn hair as she sobbed so hard she shook.

"They have her and she's probably…" she couldn't finish that sentence. Jenny was her only family left, she had no one. Bucky held her a little tighter, feeling the emptiness that was choking her. He felt it to, the utter loneliness that filled his every waking moment.

"She's not dead. You have to believe that. They need her, Kara. She knows things. I'll take you back. You need Steve to help you find her," Bucky started to put the truck in drive when she placed her hand over his.

"No. I need you. You said it yourself. Steve can't… be what you are. I need the Winter Soldier to get my sister back," Kara hated saying those words. The look in his eyes told her he didn't want to be that man, that ghost, but for her, he would.

They exited the truck and Kara's eyes immediately took in the grave beside the barn. "Mr. Belov?"

Bucky nodded his head and reached his hand to her. Kara laced her fingers with his as they walked towards the farmhouse. She wasn't sure where to go or what to do, to get her sister back. All she could hope for was that Bucky was right, that Hydra was keeping her alive.

When she entered what used to be her home, she saw the maps and papers scattered about. The language on them was unknown to her as her eyes scanned over them. Bucky began to gather them up, shoving them in a box. "What are you doing?" she asked as he placed the radio from the barn in a box as well.

"Finding your sister. Hydra wants you and they're going to use Jenny to get you," his eyes cut to her as he gave her a quick glance. The thought of telling Steve had crossed both of their minds but if Hydra had infiltrated Steve's inner circle, they were really on their own.

"Where are we going?" Kara asked as Bucky walked the boxes out to the truck. She couldn't help but stare as his backside, her carnal needs still begging to be quenched.

He walked back in, placing his hands on her face and locking eyes with her. "Misha's house is safe for us right now. They won't think of looking for us there. As long as I send them back responses using the code I can keep them off our trail and maybe get info on Jenny. But to do that they have to think we're not here… or ever coming back," Bucky darted his eyes from her knowing what he had to do wouldn't be easy for Kara to watch. He picked up the red container of gasoline he found in the barn and began to pour it over the floor.

"No… Bucky. You can't. It's the only home I have left. Please… don't do this… please," Kara felt her heart breaking in her chest as he ignored her. This was all she had left of her mother, her grandparents and he was about to turn her memories to ash.

Kara gripped his right hand, trying to take the lighter from him. He turned his face slightly to her as he lit the flint and dropped the lighter. "Run."

They ran out as the old farmhouse crackled and creaked, the gasoline soaked boards blazing in the dark of the night. Kara ran to the truck, sliding inside and slamming the door. She watched as the flames roared out of the roof and the house collapsed. Bucky stayed outside, watching as the flames took everything. He moved on to the barn next, doing the same to it.

Once the farm was no more, he climbed in the truck to see a tearful Kara. "I get it. I do. For Jenny… for my sister."

Kara did understand, but that didn't mean she liked it. Her life was a mess, a mere reflection of what she once had, but then again her life had never really been normal. The man sitting across from her wasn't normal and she wasn't either. Part of her loved this, loved the way Bucky made her feel, but part of that scared her. Part of that left her needing Bucky more and more.

They drove out to Misha's house a little over a mile away as the smoke and flames bellowed behind them. Bucky felt a pang of guilt for what he did as he watched the tears roll down her face. He'd grown close to her in a way, beyond the dreams. She was here and real and wanted him. He hadn't forgotten what they almost did in the bunker, how good she felt in his arms. How completely right it felt to be inside her. If not for the memories that flooded his mind that night, he would have fucked her until they were both exhausted.

As if she could read his thoughts, she scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and tucked her closer to him. Kara didn't want to be without him, didn't want anything to put a wedge between them. Bucky was more than the man from her visions, more than just the Sergeant that went off to war. He was a man of flesh, blood and bone. A man with a heart that had real feelings, a man that had memories that alluded him. There was a kindness behind his sea blue eyes, a warmth in his touch, a sincerity in his words that made her believe James Barnes was a good man. It was that man she would gladly fight a war to save.

"I'm going to get you back to your life soon. I promise," Bucky pulled the truck up next to the house and turned off the engine.

Kara lifted her eyes to him, seeing his face barely light by the porch light. "I don't want my old life back. That life was full of visions that confused me. Now I have a purpose, now I have a reason to go on. I won't go back to that hum drum life, Bucky. I can't. I won't see you in my mind and not be able to touch you… to feel you."

"Why, Kara? After everything you'd seen me do. I just don't understand," Bucky kept his eyes on her, seeing the smile not only on her lips but in the sparkling jade of her eyes.

Kara lowered her eyes, leaning closer to his ear. "Because I've seen your struggle. I've seen no matter how many times they wipe your memories, you find your way back. Your mind may be blank, but your heart… remembers." Her hand slid over his scruffy cheek, her lips gliding over his as his arm pulled her closer to him. Their tongues meet, tasting each other wildly as if they are about to consume one another. Bucky let out a moan as Kara bit his bottom lip, her hands now firmly in his hair. He pulled back from her, exited the truck and pulled her out with him.

They were twisted around each other. Kara's legs locked around his waist, her arms around his neck. Bucky's arms were around her waist and hips as he carried her into the house, their lips sealed together. The fire that was raging through Kara was an inferno of lust that had been building up, needing Bucky's touch to stoke the roaring flames. He felt it too, that heat of delicious friction that tingled in all the right places. Kara was intoxicating, her kisses only making him crave more. It was as if her touch was healing him, making him whole again. The man he was once didn't seem like a faded memory, not when he was with her.

The spasms that raked Kara's body were sending jolts of intense pleasure to her apex and coursing up her spine. His lips moved between hard and soft, his tongue dominating hers as he plunged it between her soft lips. The training he'd gone through, those sharp killer instincts were no match for the way Kara made him feel. His body hummed, his cock throbbed and his heart hammered within his chest. They were both becoming breathless as he walked up on the porch, kicking the front door open and placing her down on the couch. He rested on one knee between her parted legs as his body hovered over hers. Kara pulled back, licking her swollen lips and stared at him.

"Is this what you want?" she asked as she lost herself in the cool blue of his eyes.

Bucky leaned down, claiming her lips again. He did want this, wanted her, but he wasn't sure if she would unlock his memories again. He needed to be here with her, not lost in the haze of the past. "I want to try."

His answer was as honest as he could be with her and from the small smile on her lips, he knew she understood. Kara stroked his cheek, letting her thumb brush over his bottom lip. "Try."

Bucky rose to his feet with a smirk and took her hand. She gripped his right hand hard as he walked up the stairs with her following behind. All she could think of was the last time and how it got interrupted, not just by the intruder but by this connection they shared. It would be frustrating as hell if that happened again, but for Bucky, she'd gladly take the torture. She needed him to remember, needed him to see that man she saw through his memories.

The bedroom was at the end of the hall, the door swung open. Bucky pulled her inside, lifting her up in his arms and kissing her from her lips and down her neck as he placed her on the bed. The bed was still made up, the knitted spread reminding her of her grandmother. She closed her eyes to the pain of losing her family home and opened her heart to the man that she was needing so badly, who also needed her as well.

"Bucky," Kara said softly as he kneeled on the floor beside her. His hand roamed down her side and under her oversized t-shirt. His metal hand rested gently on her cheek as his flesh hand cupped her breast. She leaned her head back in the pillow, feeling the flood of arousal soak her panties. "Christ… just fuck me."

He gave her a crooked smile as he jerked the t-shirt and sports bra up, letting his mouth worship her alabaster breast. He kissed around the orb, licking the round curve all the way up to her pebbling nipple. His metal hand slid down her arm, resting under her ass. She arched her back, grinding her hips up at him as he took her nipple in his mouth, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. She slammed her eyes shut as his metal hand gripped her hip and pinned her to the bed. Bucky released the pink bud, blowing over it gently. "I want you naked," he growled out as he released her and began to pull her shirt and bra over her head. Kara pulled off her shoes and unfastened her pants, letting out a shuddered moan as he jerked the pants down her legs. She watched as his flesh and metal fingers hooked into the sides of her panties. Her core was throbbing, her folds slick with want as Bucky tortuously slipped her panties off her hips, down her legs and over her ankles as he kissed each inch of skin along the way. His long hair skimmed along her skin, adding to the overload of sensation. Kara bucked her hips wildly, feeling her core clenching so tight she was sure she'd blow at any moment.

Bucky stood up, removed his shirt and gave her a heated stare as he dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as he walked towards her. His manhood was impressive, hard, thick and leaking. She reached out to touch him and he stood still as she let her fingertips roll down his hard stomach, over his Adonis Belt and stop at the dark hair at the base of his cock. She used one finger to trace down his long shaft and he jerked his hips forward, feeling his body cave into his desires. Her hands grip the back of his strong thighs as he let her lips taste him.

"Oh… Kara," he grunted out as she took more and more of him into her mouth while her nails digging into his thighs. She was giving him more pleasure than he could honestly remember. It was those memories that slowly came back to him as she bobbed her head back and forth, allowing her tongue to stroke him. Bucky gripped her head, fighting the urge to shove all of him deep in her mouth. She flicked her eyes up to him, seeing how close he was to coming. She pulled back, letting the tip of her tongue lick the underside. Bucky opened his eyes, looking at the pleased smile on her face. He lifted her up, taking her lips. She was already soaked, but the fact, Bucky was kissing her, tasting himself on her lips was causing her walls the spasm out of control.

"Now Bucky… I need you now," she whispered out between kisses. He was done playing too, he needed to feel her, all of her. Bucky flipped her around, bent her over the bed and pulled her hips up to him as she balanced herself on the tips of her toes. Her bare ass was exposed to him as his knee pushed her legs apart. He positioned himself behind her, letting the tip of his cock slid up and down her slick, soaked slit. The grunt that left his lips made her quiver. She wanted him deep inside and this languid pace was madding. She pushed her hips backwards and he stilled her motions with both of his hands. She could feel the head of his cock resting at her entrance, his fingers firm against her flesh. Kara dug her fingers into the covers, resting her cheek against the bedspread. Bucky wasn't easy at all as he slammed into her to the hilt. He filled her all at once, his hips smacking hard against her ass.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed out as his quick motion rocked her hard. She took in a deep breath as he pulled back out and slammed back in. He stalled for a moment when he felt her legs tremble. Bucky let his hands slid from her hips, up her sides to her shoulders, using them to brace himself as he thrusted slowly and with purpose while he stroked her walls with such expertise it was as if his cock was made for her. His first motions were of want, need and lust, the burning fever to feel all of her at once. He could tell by the rigidness of her body that he was being too forceful and part of him just wanted to stop. He stroked his hands over her shoulders and let the bliss that was washing over the both of them guide him with slow, even thrust that tantalized each and every inch of both their bodies.

Kara understood his urgency, but she was grateful he slowed his pace. He was strong and had stamina for days, but right now he was letting instinct take over and the heat between them was spurring this massive wave of pleasure that was ebbing at the peak. Each thrust sent them both closer to the edge, every time her walls clenched around him almost did him in. They were both breathing heavy, sweat covering their bodies and the sound of their union echoed through the empty farmhouse. Kara was about to give in when she felt something different, something new. She could feel Bucky's pleasure, the way she felt to him, the complete euphoria that being inside her brought him. It was too much as her own pleasure swept through her, washing her way. She tilted her head up and screamed his name.

Bucky began to ride her harder, her body jolting up in the bed as his hands claimed her hips again. "Kara, you feel so good." He'd remembered this feeling that made his balls tingle and sent pulses of liquid fire through his body. He remembered it, but it never felt this good, never felt this right. Kara fit him like a glove, molded around him to perfection and each thrust into her velvet was more heaven than he thought he'd ever find.

"Coming… now," Kara nearly screamed out as the feeling of both hers and Bucky's climax took her to places she'd never been before.

As she tipped over the edge so did Bucky, the two of them crumbled to the bed in a sloppy mess. Bucky lay on his back, his right hand stroking Kara's back. He closed his eyes, then opened them quickly, when he didn't hear her breathing. He sprang up, looking at her nearly lifeless body as she came down from her orgasm.

"Are you okay?" he asked her as he pulled her in his lap, kissing her flushed cheek. She looked beautiful with her blown pupils and sated glow. All Kara could do was nod her head as she cuddle into his chest. The metal hand that could crush the barrel of a gun was suddenly gentle as he stroked her face, placing her sweaty auburn hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry … about being so…" he felt awful for hurting her but the smile on her face soothed the sting of his guilt.

"You didn't hurt me, James. You could never hurt me," exhaustion took her over as Bucky rolled them down on the bed, his body curling around hers as they lay there naked, listening the beat of each other's hearts.