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Arabella

The smell of coffee hit my nose, which was really odd considering I hadn't even left my room yet. I spent the good portion of the morning browsing the internet and listening to music. I was planning to find Bucky later and see what he wanted to do.

Putting my phone on the bed I headed out of the room, unlocking the door and stepping out. I heard someone moving around in the kitchen, looking through the cabinets opening and closing the fridge. Peaking around the corner of the wall, I see Bucky standing there pouring coffee in two cups.

"Bucky what are you doing?" He wasn't even startled, as if he knew I was there already he answered.

"You were taking so long, I figured I could wake you up to some coffee."

"Where you waiting?" I walked to the counter leaning against it.

"Yeah, but its ok I didn't mind."

I was really glad I smelt the coffee before he came to my door and knocked. That would have been really awkward if I had to push him out of my room. I was comfortable with Bucky, I mean I loved him for years, but there was something in my new self that didn't want anyone, not even him, to enter into my safe place. Maybe it's because it feels as if we are starting all over again, and it's my natural instinct to protect myself from getting hurt. My room was my last line of defense from the hurt, he wasn't allowed to enter unless I was sure he was staying in my life.

"Well you were right, coffee is a great way to make someone get up." Bucky handed me a cup, I brought it to my face and gave a hum of appreciation as I sipped.

"I was going to find you later, but since you're here now, I was thinking that we could go to one of the trails. I was told they are very relaxing." I shot out my idea, hoping he would be okay with it.

"Whatever you want to do." My face lit up.

"Perfect, finish that coffee and let me change."

I turned on my heel, heading back to my room. After choosing simple clothes and quickly changing into them, we headed out to the trails.

We walked at a lazy and slow pace, tall green trees on both sides of the path, blocking us from seeing on the other side. I walked on his left side, occasionally looking at his metal arm. I was extremely curious about it, it didn't scare me or make me feel weird around him. Not much scared me anyways. I really wanted to touch it, to know what it felt like. I was a little nervous to ask him about it, I couldn't predict his reaction.

"What's on your mind?" Bucky asked me, looking at me through long his hair. I bit the inside of my cheek.

'Oh just ask before you chicken out!'

"Well, I, um. Can I touch your arm?" I stumbled through my question, then clenched my teeth in anticipation of his answer. Moving to the side of the trail to stand still he lifted his left arm up, face telling me to go ahead. I tentatively reached my hand out, my finger gently brushed against the cold metal. I trace the cervices from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers. I look up at his face, I could tell he was nervous about how I'd react. It was so silly, here we both are worried about how the other would take it, when I was just as okay with it as he was.

"I like it. I think it suits you."

"Really?" he asked disbelieving me.

"Yes really." To prove my point I take his upper arm in my hand and pulled him so we can continue to walk; keeping hold of the metal. He chuckles at me, shaking his head playfully. I watch as the trees come to end, a gravel road continuing the path. On the sides were open fields of grass, It was a perfect place to rest. I didn't say a word as I dragged Bucky to sit on the grass, his legs slightly open, arms resting on his knees. I plopped down in front of him, crossing my legs over one another. My hand supporting my head, I thought of what to say.

"I haven't actually spent time sitting on grass in forever." I paused. "It kind of makes me miss my home, back there my brother and I would just spend the whole day sitting on the grass." I substituted 'home' for 'time.

"I think I did the same thing, it's not clear but, it feels like something I did." Bucky offered, making an effort to bring his memories too.

"What else seems familiar?" I pressed, trying to see if he had any more pictures of the past. I moved closer to him, putting my leg in the middle between his.

"Well I do remember Steve for sure. I remember us hanging out, and us fighting in the war together. But every time I think back there seems to be a huge part missing. I really want to find it, but there is just a wall blocking me." Bucky played with the seams at the end of my pants, brushing his fingers on the skin under the jeans ever so often.

"I'm glad you at least can remember that, it's better than nothing." He nodded disheartened. I decided to turn away from the conversation into a new direction. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I moved even closer, sitting directly between his knees on the back of my legs. I took both of his hands from his legs, and faced them up. He watched me curiously, allowing me to manipulate his appendages.

"This is a thing that all the children used to do when I was younger."

I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. I ran my thumb from all of his fingers to his palm, then slapped the middle of it. I pinched a spot on his palm, pulling the two fingers directly up. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"You were supposed to feel a string coming from your palm." I say defeated, I repeated the process.

"No? Nothing at all?"

"No."

"Right."

He laughed loudly, surprising me. It was such a sweet laugh that I had to chuckle along with him. Bucky pulled me to him, making me sit between his legs, my back on his chest.

"Thank you, for making me laugh." He uttered in my ear. I felt his chin come down on my shoulder resting there. I leaned back into his warmth.

"Any time."