This chapter is a little all over the place. And for some reason I REALLY think Bucky drives a black, 4-door Jeep Wrangler. I don't know why, but I just feel like he does.

When Bucky got a text from his girlfriend saying, "At the children's hospital, can you pick me up, please? Can't drive. I need a change of clothes." he all but dropped what he was doing, hurriedly grabbed a pair of Amelia's jeans and one of her shirts from her overnight bag, and ran out the door leaving Steve confused. The message was riddled with typos and he knew something was wrong. She had been visiting a little girl with a terminal case of leukemia for the past month and Bucky had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Amelia had left early that morning in a rush to don a big blue ball gown and make her way to the hospital. She even called off work at the coffee shop. They hadn't been dating long, only a few months, but Bucky knew that she had volunteered at the Make-A-Wish Foundation and when she would leave in a hurry, it was an emergency.

So when he asked the receptionist on the ground floor if she knew where the Wish performers were, she gave him a sad look and told him the floor number. He was eventually stopped on the 8th floor by a nurse nervously asking him if his name was James. Amelia must have given a description of him. The small blonde nurse led him to an empty room where a man in a white and red fantasy military-esque uniform was sitting on the edge of a bed with his head in his hands. The nurse quietly closed the door behind them as the man looked up, his eyes red.

"Here for Amelia?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Bucky nodded. "What happened?"

The man took in a shaky breath. "She died as we were holding her." Was all he could say and it broke Bucky's heart more than he thought possible. Amelia had talked of this little girl. She was only 8 and had fallen in love with Cinderella and couldn't believe that the real life Cinderella would visit her in the hospital. Amelia must have visited her five times in the past month. Her name had been Allie Grace.

"Amelia's in the bathroom." The nurse said gently. "There is a dark dress bag over there for her costume with her purse so kids won't see it as you walk out."

"Thank you," Bucky muttered as the nurse sat next to the man (Bucky assumed that he had been Prince Charming. Amelia had made him watch Cinderella once if she agreed she would NEVER tell any of the others. Especially Stark). He knocked on the bathroom door and he could hear sniffling. Cautiously, he opened the door to find Amelia leaning over the sink, her body shaking in the sparkling ball gown. White gloves were strewn across the counter next to a box of tissues and the blonde wig sat on a Styrofoam head. Amelia looked up when Bucky came in. Her eyes were red and her mascara was starting to run and her dark hair was braided tightly to her head. She threw herself in his arms and sobbed into his shoulder. Immediately he was holding her to him as she shook and her breathing came in gasps. He held her for a long time. He had never seen Amelia cry, and here she was, sobbing violently into his shoulder. Honestly, he didn't remember ever seeing anyone cry this hard. So he was a little guilty for being relieved that Amelia was in no fit state to talk at the moment. Bucky could hold her and let her dig her nails into his sides for as long as she wanted.

When her crying had started to let up, he ran a hand over her braids and felt a bobby pin. He pulled it out and her two braids came tumbling down. She finally lifted her head from his shoulder and took a shaky breath and sniffled. Her eye makeup was a mess and he knew most of it was now on his shirt. Bucky took her face in his hands and made her look at him. Here was a woman who had more care and love in her heart than anyone he has ever met and even with blue eye shadow melting into the black mascara, Bucky had never seen anyone more beautiful. And the heartbreak in her face tore him up inside.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "if I interrupted anything. I just couldn't…"

"Hey, doll, no," he said kissing her forehead. "This was much more important. You want to talk about it?"

Amelia shook her head. "Not here. Can you unlace me so I can get this off?"

She turned around showing Bucky the back side of her dress. There were silver grommets running down the back of the bodice laced with a shimmery white string. Bucky had a little difficulty with the knot at first, but once he got it, he unlaced the dress with ease. Amelia let out a breath of relief (it was laced pretty tight) and quickly changed into the jeans and shirt Bucky had brought. She took a towel and rubbed away as much of the smudged make up as she could. They exited the bathroom together to find the nurse and Prince Charming already gone. Amelia silently packed up her dress and wig and they left the hospital, Amelia keeping her head down and tucked under Bucky's arm, avoiding eye contact with staff, patients and visitors.

She had started crying again halfway back to the tower, but it was quieter this time. Just silent tears running down her cheeks as Bucky drove them in his Jeep.

"Amelia-"

"She asked me to sing," the young woman said quietly. "I'm terrible. Absolutely awful, but she asked me sing A Dream is A Wish. Dan and I were sitting on one side and her parents were on the other. She was so weak, she could barely…she could barely move. But she asked to sing. She took my hand and I stroked her hair and Dan and I…and Bucky she passed while we were singing." Amelia began to shake again and buried her face in her hands.

Bucky reached over and gently squeezed her knee. She laid a hand over his and curled her fingers with his. She was gripping his hand tight as another wave of crying washed over her. He pulled into the Stark garage and she let go of his hand, wiping at her face. He hurriedly exited the Jeep and quickly crossed to the passenger side, opening her door before Amelia could get to it. He took her hands and helped her out. Before they could go anywhere though, she was engulfed into his arms and his physical support was just what she needed.

Bucky had no plans to hurry back up the Tower. He knew they'd be bombarded by the team wondering what was wrong and he didn't want to put her through that. Not yet, anyway. Not until she let it out.

"I'm sorry I don't have much to say," he whispered into her ear. "But I'm here."

Sometimes, Amelia wondered if people knew the power behind the two simple words of "I'm here" and how safe they made people feel.

If you can, please say a prayer to whichever deity you do or do not believe in for Princess Allie. She is 12 years old and it was her dream one day to audition for the Disney Parks. She isn't doing too well and there are many princess performers keeping her in their hearts and rooting for her to keep fighting.