A/N: The first part of the chapter is in Romanian.
Bucharest, Romania
"Fă-o." He spoke to me.
I looked at him and I had a feeling that he was just teasing me.
"Ce se întâmplă dacă nu vreau?" I countered.
He had a slight smile, which I was impressed by. He had made a lot of progress.
"N-am venit tot drumul pentru nimic. Amuză-mă."
I sighed and reached for the glass. I downed the shot and shuddered. I still wasn't a big fan of alcohol.
"Te urasc."
"Știu, Jay."
We walked back to the apartments and he couldn't help but look around. He was more paranoid than I was. I couldn't really blame him.
I unlocked the door and let him in.
"Acesta este cel mai bun am putut găsi și este în colțul de evacuare ușor, dacă este necesar." I told him.
"Balcon?" He asked.
"Da. Este un salt departe de următorul acoperiș deasupra."
He nodded. I stood by the door and watched him look around.
"Bucky." I said gently.
He looked at me.
"Be careful."
"How long will you hide from them?" He asked me with emphasis on them.
"How long will you? Steve-"
"I don't want to see him."
I shouldn't argue with that. I almost killed him as well. The last thing I wanted to do was face him and everyone else. I didn't want them helping me. I just needed to help myself.
"If you need anything-"
"I won't."
"I know." I said.
He came up to me and gently trailed his metal fingers across my cheek in a rare sign of affection.
"Alerga, Jay. Alerga."
I did.
1 year later...
I did keep an eye on him. He told me to run but I didn't run very far. I felt safe with him around, oddly. He was probably one of the least safest people to have but he could protect me, if I asked.
My powers had grown in the time I'd been alone. I had a small apartment in the complex next door. I couldn't afford to be too far away. I knew he could protect himself but I felt an urge to protect him.
Lagos came on the newscast one night and no one bothered to ask about how they were dealing with the guilt associated with killing innocent civilians. I knew this would have consequences.
I went to James' apartment and knocked three times then four.
"James, sunt eu." I heard a soft shuffling and then he opened the door. I saw the glint of a knife in his hands. "Excited to see me?"
"I thought-"
"I did but not very far. Did you see the news?"
I came in and he locked the door. I turned on his small television. He needed to see this. But he didn't offer up a response.
"You should have been there." He said to me.
"No. They all know I'm too dangerous. That's why I left, just like you did." He put the knife away and I saw that there were a few floorboards sticking up. "Hiding something?"
I wasn't going to investigate. That was his own personal business.
"Something like that."
He sat down at the table and took off his hat.
"When is the last time you showered?"
"A few days ago."
"You can use mine. The water isn't very warm but it works."
"I'm not going back outside today."
"James-"
"It's not James. It's Bucky."
"Okay." I sat at the table in front of him. "I need to ask you something about your previous life."
"I don't remember much."
"I know. It's about Annie."
He looked at me.
"What about her?"
"Did you get her pregnant?"
"I-I don't know. We slept together before the train."
"Is there any possibility-"
"Jay."
I sighed and leaned back in my chair.
"I went to the doctor and I asked if they could run a DNA test to see if I had any living family members. Fury said that my mother gave me up and my father was dead. They're not."
"So why are you asking me this?"
"Because you're my biological father and Annie Van Whilton is alive."
