The tension in the briefing room was thick. Steve and Tony stood at the front of the room looking like a couple of disappointed dads. Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, watching the others in the room cautiously. Tony was bent over the table, his palms flat on the tabletop, his head dropped down. Everyone else in the room looked tired and beaten. Wanda was holding ice against her wrist. Caroline's leg was propped up on a chair in front of her, Natasha sat on the table in front of her, a fresh cut across her cheek, pressing ice to her ankle. Bucky sat in the corner, a bag of frozen peas against his eye. The others were scattered about, various cuts and bruises sprouting all over them.

"If you're going to tell us that you're disappointed in us…just don't," Rhodey said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well I am," Tony said looking up at them.

"We're supposed to be a team," Steve said, "We're training you to be a team, and whatever that was in that training room today was not a team."

"I'm sorry, what was that Cap? A team?" Sam snarked.

"Not the time Sam," Steve said hotly.

"The dynamic is different," Vision said resolutely from the back.

Everyone in the room shifted silently. Caroline let out a heavy sigh and glared up at Tony and Steve.

"You can say it, it's me, it's my fault," Caroline retorted.

"No, it's not just you, that's not fair," Steve said firmly.

"Although you were supposed to watch my six," Bucky grumbled from the corner.

"I thought the kid needed help!" Caroline snapped.

"Uhm, and I did," Peter said tentatively.

"You can't be everywhere at once Caroline," Bucky shot over Peter, "And you need to learn how to take direction."

"Barnes enough," Tony said, "It's not just Caroline. It's all of you. None of you were listening to each other in there. What's more is that it's been happening on missions too, and Caroline and Barnes are never on missions. So let's grow up and take a little responsibility."

"It's not Caroline's fault," Wanda said slowly, "But did you ever stop to think that our last mission as an entire team shook us a little?"

"She's right," said Clint, "We almost lost Bucky, we lost a part of Caroline, no offense," he said nodding to Caroline.

"No, none taken, how could I possibly take offense to that," Caroline said sarcastically.

"Like I said," Vision said calmly, "The dynamic is different."

Caroline shot Vision a poisonous glare.

"Vis," said Wanda, "That's enough."

"I'm still me," Caroline grumbled.

"Every single relationship you built changed when you lost your memories," said Vision, "It has affected us all."

"I feel like I've already admitted to it being all my fault," Caroline barked, "So maybe you could get off my back."

"I am simply stating facts," Vision said.

"She gets it," Sam snapped.

"Sam," Clint said in a low warning voice.

"No, I'm not sorry about it," Sam said cutting off Clint, "We all sit around whining about how hard this has been on all of us," he looked directly at Bucky as he spoke, "but who has it been the hardest on really?"

"Well it isn't like she remembers what she's missing," Bucky glaring Sam down.

"No it's worse," Caroline shot from the corner of the room, "It's so much worse. Knowing that you are missing something, you just can't remember what it is. "

Bucky lowered the bag of peas from his bruised eye. He held her stare, as the rest of the room watched silently. Finally, he sighed heavily and nodded slowly.

"You're right Caroline," he said, "I'm sorry."

"Alight," Tony said clapping his hands together, "The situation is this, you all have ten minutes to gather a long weekend's worth of things. In ten minutes Friday will drop a location in each of your phones. It's 1:00 now, you guys have until 6:00 P.M. to get there. I know that seems like plenty of time, but it's a drive, so you'll all want to be on your way as soon as possible. You all know which cars are available to you. Peter, if you need me to call your aunt, let me know. Steve, let's go."

Tony walked out of the room, Steve raised his eyebrows at his team, then followed Tony out.

"Wanda wait," Caroline said as the occupants of the room filed out.

Wanda stopped and turned back to Caroline.

"Let me see you wrist," Caroline said gently.

"It wasn't your fault Caroline," Wanda said, wincing as she placed her wrist in Caroline's hand.

"I know, but I want to help," Caroline nodded, "And I can. Bruce said it was broken?" she asked.

"Yes," Wanda nodded.

Caroline smiled and unwrapped Wanda's wrist, then pressed her other hand over Wanda's. After a moment Wanda pulled her wrist back and moved it around, beaming at Caroline.

"Thank you," Wanda said, "We used to be very good friends you know."

"Yeah," Caroline smiled, "I know. I'm working on it," she added sheepishly.

Wanda nodded shortly and placed her hand gently on Caroline's shoulder giving it a light squeeze. Then she turned to follow the others out of the briefing room.

"Do you need help getting things together?" Natasha asked.

"I can help," Bucky said walking up to them.

"Great," Natasha smirked hopping off the table.

"Nat wait!" Caroline said quickly.

Natasha did not stop or turn around. Instead she lifted her hand and waved it briefly at the two of them then continued on their way out. Caroline looked up at Bucky, he gave her an awkward smile.

"I'm okay, I can take care of myself," Caroline said swinging her leg off the table.

She winced as she tried to stand on her swollen ankle. Bucky held out his arm and caught her as she stumbled.

"Just heal it," he suggested.

"It's a sprain, I don't know how to heal that," Caroline mumbled.

"You can heal a gunshot wound…but not a sprained ankle?" Bucky asked skeptically.

"Well, I don't remember healing a gunshot wound," Caroline snapped, " And I tried, but it didn't work."

"Fair enough," Bucky said with a curt nod.

He scooped her up and began walking towards her room.

"You don't have to do this," she said rolling her eyes.

"It would take you at least ten minutes to get up to your room," Bucky smirked.

When they reached her room, Bucky set her down carefully and opened her door. He picked her back up and carried her to her bed.

"Thank you, I can take it from here," she said as he grabbed a backpack from her closet and threw it at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm positive," she laughed, "It's just a sprain."

"Fine," he said curtly.

Caroline watched as he left her room. Since the night of his panic attack they had gone back to avoiding each other mostly. The only exceptions were very late at night when one of them would show up at the other's door, and without any questions they would end up sharing a bed. None of it made any sense to her, but she couldn't risk losing what little she time she did have with him, so she didn't press it.

She got her things together as quickly as she could, but her limp did not make it easy on her. It had definitely been longer than ten minutes when she had finished shoving everything in her backpack and turned to see Bucky standing in her door frame.

"I know, I know," she groaned, "I'm taking too long."

"Everyone else left," he said with a grin.

"Well it wasn't easy hobbling around my room," Caroline grumbled.

"I offered my help," Bucky shrugged.

"Yeah, you did, which was weird," Caroline shot.

"Okay are you ready or not?" Bucky sighed crossing his arms.

"Um yeah, just one second," she said turning her back to him.

She moved in front of her pillow, grabbed his shirt that she had stashed under it and shoved it in her bag, shielding her movement with her body. When she turned around, Bucky was smiling at her, an eyebrow raised.

"What?" she asked slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

"Nothing," he said with a shake of his head.

He walked towards her, then kneeled down in front of her. She sighed, but wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He stood with her on his back and carried her down to the garage. He opened the car door and placed her in the passenger's seat, then went around to the driver's side.

"What year was it the last time you drove a car?" Caroline asked.

"First of all," Bucky said with a laugh, "Who taught you to drive stick? And second of all, I have never hit anyone with car going five miles an hour."

"You just stood there!" Caroline protested.

"I'm not arguing this with you for the next five and half hours," Bucky smirked as he began to follow the gps.

"Five and a half hours?" Caroline groaned slamming her head agains the head rest, "Does it say where we're headed?"

"Just a dot on the map," Bucky said glancing at his phone, "Tony is being very secretive about this one."

"I've never seen him that angry," Caroline said throwing her feet up onto the dashboard.

"Get your feet off the dash Caroline," Bucky said tapping her leg.

"I'm supposed to keep this one elevated," she said keeping her sprained ankle raised.

"Fine," Bucky said rolling his eyes, "And you have seen him that angry, you just don't remember it."

"Really?" Caroline asked.

"I wasn't here, but apparently you broke three cell phones in the span of like a week," Bucky smirked.

"Why would I do that?" Caroline asked.

"Don't know," Bucky replied shaking his head.

"Liar," said Caroline.

"Fine," he sighed, "You were angry."

"With you I assume," Caroline grinned.

"Yes," he nodded, "With me. Why would you assume me?"

"You've made me angry enough in our more recent past to want to break something," she said simply.

Bucky didn't say anything, but he laughed softly, glancing over at her. She smiled back at him, scrunching her nose.

"So Barnes," Caroline said after a moment, "Since we have five entire hours and half of one before we reach our destination, and since you refuse to fill me in on my missing six months, why don't you tell me about the rest of your life?"

"No," Bucky said shortly.

"Oh c'mon," Caroline pleaded, "How did you meet Steve?"

"School," he said.

"Did you have siblings?" she asked.

"I had three sisters," he replied.

"Interesting," Caroline nodded.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said, "It's just, I imagine that someone who grew up with three sisters would be a little better with women."

"I was great with women in the 40s," Bucky said bluntly.

He turned bright red as Caroline began to laugh.

"I believe you!" she said noticing his embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I really do believe you. It was just funny."

"Uh huh," he nodded.

"Okay, if you were so great with the ladies back in the day, who was your first kiss?" Caroline asked.

"How can you possibly expect me to remember that?" Bucky scoffed.

"Because it's your first kiss! Everyone remembers their first kiss," Caroline proclaimed.

"Look, what I remember before Hydra is foggy at best. Steve stands out the most, probably because he's a part of my present. Things from the war stand out pretty well too, maybe because those were the last things to happen to me before Hydra," Bucky explained.

"I'm sorry," Caroline said softly.

"No," Bucky said quickly, "Don't be, you didn't know."

"Did I know these things before?" Caroline asked after a moment.

"No, we never discussed any of this or my past unless it was in reference to our shared one," he replied, "Except…it had been brought up once before, by Steve, that I had been 'great with women in the 40's'," he said mocking himself.

"Huh," Caroline sighed looking out the window.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"I'm just trying to remember why Steve would bring something like that up in casual conversation," Caroline replied.

"Well don't give yourself a headache over it," Bucky grinned, "It was to annoy me. We were actually giving Parker romantic advice, and Steve was trying to prove a point."

"We?" Caroline asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"What gave us, either of us, the right to give Peter, anyone really, romantic advice?" Caroline scoffed.

"Okay, you were giving him the romantic advice, I was telling him to keep his feeling to himself and suffer in silence," Bucky corrected.

Caroline looked over at him narrowing her eyes. Bucky glanced at her quickly, then directed his attention back to the road.

"What are you doing? What is that look?" he asked.

"I'm just trying to understand you better. You obviously meant a lot to me before, and if you won't tell me why, then I'd like to try and figure it out myself," she replied.

"We have a shared trauma Caroline," Bucky sighed, "That's all it was."

"I know there's more," Caroline retorted.

"Caroline," Bucky said in a warning tone, "Do not push it. Please."

"Fine," she said crossing her arms, "Am I different?"

"What?" Bucky asked looking at her confused.

"Am I different? Have I changed since I lost my memories?" Caroline asked again.

Bucky hesitated for a long time. Caroline waited patiently.

"Yes," he said finally, "Before you were moody and temperamental, and you still are both of those things, but you're much happier now. You're like a ball of light."

"Wow," Caroline said slowly, "What a backhanded compliment."

"I didn't mean it like that!" Bucky said horrified.

"Bucky I know," she laughed placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

"Okay good," he sighed, "You've always been a ball of light Caroline, even in Siberia."

"Thank you for saying that," she smiled, "So what is there difference do you think?"

"Well, you were going through a lot. You were brainwashed to hate Steve, you couldn't control your powers, you weren't allowed to go home, you were stuck with me," he smirked.

"Yeah, that must have really sucked," she grinned.

"You made it known that it sucked for you, for a while anyway," he laughed, "Then when you finally got to go home you had to adjust to a completely new life. Which you remember none of, but maybe this time, having everyone surrounding you, supporting you, that's what's helped you adjust better."

"You didn't come back with me," Caroline said softly, "You stayed in Wakanda."

"Yeah," he nodded solemnly.

"Oh wow," Caroline breathed, "I was afraid you were going to leave me again."

"Technically you left," Bucky said with a grin.

"And now I want to break something because of you," Caroline said narrowing her eyes at him.

"Hey," he said glancing over at her. He placed his hand gently on her knee.

She was pale, recovering memories was always difficult for her, especially when they came on without warning.

"I'm okay," she said unconvincingly, "It just wasn't even a memory, it was a memory of a feeling and then that feeling rushed back in real time. I'm having feelings with no memory as to why they are there," she rambled anxiously.

"Caroline," he said seriously, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah," she nodded, "Okay. This is weird."

"I know," he said smiling weakly, "Why don't you try sleeping? We have a while before we get there."

"Okay," she said leaning her chair back.

He started to move his hand off of her knee, but she stopped him, placing her hand on top of his.

"You said you weren't going anywhere," she mumbled closing her eyes.

"You're right," he said giving her knee a gentle squeeze, "Now try and sleep. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."