A/N: There were three in the bed and the little one said 'roll over, roll over'!

Did you guys sing that nursery rhyme when you were little?

Here is a new chapter! I hope you enjoy!

(Psst did you guys check out my new story 'Teacher, Tutor, Boyfriend'? It's Bucky/OC and you should. Love you guys!)

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Huffing in annoyance, Maddy rolled her eyes and slumped back into the couch, arms crossed in front of her and staring up at her glowering boyfriend. "Come on Buck - we can't stay cooped up in this little house forever!"

"Little?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow and by the look in his eyes, she could tell he thought she was spoilt for thinking it. It made her a little indignant. "It has 8 bedrooms and 5 acres."

"Yeah well Italy is a whole 74 million acres! We need to see some of the country!" She insisted. Steve sunk back further into the sofa. They'd been at it for hours - arguing. Maddy was trying, valiantly, to convince Bucky to let them go on a little road trip around Italy. Bucky, however, was adamant on staying at the house where it was safe. Steve had to admit that he was starting to go a little stir crazy. And he was definitely getting sick of Bucky and Maddy's arguing. But he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to get into the middle of it and get accused of picking sides. He thought that perhaps Maddy wasn't too used to Bucky denying her and Steve got the distinct feeling that Bucky generally gave her whatever she wanted. "We need to live Buck - you should see Italy, experience it. It's beautiful!"

"Oh I've experienced Italy plenty, Madelyn," Bucky's voice began to get strident, a hint of harshness seeping into his tone.

"Really?" She challenged, clearly not believing him.

"Yes, really," he hissed out, anger lighting his blue eyes. "Like in 1944 when I fought on the Italian front lines and then was taken as a POW and tortured and starved for months. Or in 1979 when I was pulled out of cryo to assassinate an Italian reporter. Or again in 1987 when I was ordered to destroy a science warehouse because of their advanced technology, killing over a dozen innocent people. I've seen the fucking country Maddy. I don't want to see it again."

Maddy's face had paled and her lips had closed. Regret was filtering into her expression as it filtered into Bucky's chest. Before he could say anything more to upset her, he spun on his heel and marched out of the room, leaving a slightly shocked Steve and Madelyn behind.

He hadn't meant to be that harsh on her, really he hadn't, but he was just scared that they were going to get caught. That he was going to get sent to prison and never see her again. No, no that wasn't what he was scared of, not really. He was scared that Maddy and Steve would get sent to prison, that they would be punished for things that weren't their fault. They were innocent and if not innocent, then good, at the least. Bucky…well, Bucky not so much. At least not in his eyes.

Maddy hadn't meant to strike a nerve with her soldier, hadn't meant to dig up painful memories for him. She just wanted him to live, to be happy. She didn't want him confined to a little property when the whole world was out there, waiting to be discovered. He had already lost so much time, so many years to HYDRA. She didn't want him losing any more time to fear. And whilst she did understand his fear, she couldn't accept it. She wanted him to move past it and learn how to be a normal, functioning human being again.

Steve let out a long breath and rubbed his eyes with his hands. He stood and placed a hand on Maddy's shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

"I didn't mean to upset him," she said quietly.

"I know Maddy. It'll be fine. He's just being touchy. I'll talk to him," Steve promised, his hand sliding down her arm before he turned to make his way out of the lounge room and up the stairs, to the bedroom that Bucky and Maddy shared.

He leant against the doorway, watching his friend's back, who was facing out the window, his arms crossed over his chest and his whole body tense.

"She means well, you know," Steve said. "She just wants you to…have some fun."

He could see Bucky's shoulders tense further. "She doesn't understand how dangerous this is. How much danger I've put her in. She's being naive."

"That's not fair. She's being optimistic," Steve shot back. "That's not naivety."

Bucky's jaw tightened. "Maybe," he muttered under his breath. Steve walked forward and, slightly hesitant, clasped a hand onto his friend's right shoulder.

"I know you're more scared for us than you are for yourself. But it'll be fine. We just have to keep our heads down," Steve tried to convince him. "People don't know us as well in these European countries. America is where we're really big. And she's right…we can't stay here forever."

Bucky let out a long breath and Steve felt as the muscles beneath his hand slowly relaxed. "I didn't mean to get angry at her," he murmured quietly, finally turning to face his best friend. "I just-…" He ran his hands - one flesh, one glinting metal - over his head and through his hair. "God Stevie, if she got hurt because of me…"

"She won't," Steve assured him. "We'll protect her." There was a hint of fierceness to his voice, a hint that Bucky appreciated, but also suspected that meant that Steve was coming to really, truly care about the girl. Bucky's girl. He quickly shook that possessive thought away and tried not to think of it like that. It wasn't like that, not with Steve. He didn't need to be possessive of Maddy when it came to Steve. Right? "We'll always protect her."

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Maddy fidgeted at the doorway to her bedroom, looking down at her hands. Bucky stood in their bedroom, fresh from the shower and looking at her ever-beautiful form, just a pair of sweatpants swung low on his hips.

"I didn't mean to upset you," she said, almost bashful.

"I know Bambi," Bucky assured her, his frustration having melted away with his talk with Steve and the soothing shower. "C'mere."

She let out a relieved breath and walked toward him, slipping easily into his arms and resting her hands on his strong chest. "I don't like it when you're angry at me," she pouted and he wanted to kiss her. He thought he was pretty lucky that, as soon as he got the urge, he could. And he did, swooping down to press his lips to hers searingly. He loved the fact that he could kiss her whenever he wanted, that she was his to kiss and his alone.

"I wasn't angry at you," he contradicted. "I'm never angry at you Maddy, I promise. I'm too in love with you to ever really be angry at you… I'm just..worried. You make me worry." There was a hint of humour to his voice that Maddy appreciated. It made her smile and run her hands up his shoulders.

"I want you to be happy, Buck," she said.

He smiled softly and leant his forehead against hers. "So long as I'm with you, I'm happy. I mean it, Maddy. We don't have to be in a fancy house or on a road trip. You're my happiness. You and Steve. Not a place."

She gulped and softly pressed her lips to his, a sweet, short kiss that made his stomach flip and his hands itch to touch her more. "Actually… I want you to be more than happy. I want you to be-to be….full. For your life to be full. Let me show you Italy. Please, from my perspective." She encouraged and he sighed, pulling back slightly. "Let me show you that not everything has to be blood-shed and murder. You may think of Italy one way - associate it with war and horror - but let me show you that everything has two sides. Everything can be bloody and bad. Everyone has a dark side. But everything can also be beautiful and life-changing." She leaned in close, brushing her fingers over his cheek bones. "I would know." She pointed out. "I've seen you…When you're.." she let out a breath and his eyes sank. "When you're capable of killing. I've seen that side of you. And maybe a lot of people think that's the only side to you. But they're so, so impossibly wrong. There is this whole other side to you. You are the most beautiful, magnificent person I've ever had the good luck of meeting."

He gulped, his hands tightening their grip on her. He slowly shook his head, instinctually rebutting her compliments in favour of the self-loathing and constant state of guilt that he'd drawn himself into for the past few years.

"I wouldn't be this in love with you if you weren't the most amazing person in my life," she pushed. "I swear it to you."

He looked at her adoringly and pushed some of her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks delicately and kissing her. "You're somethin' else, you know that doll?" he said to her, quietly. "Something this universe doesn't deserve." Something I don't deserve. He didn't say the words out loud, because maybe, just maybe, Maddy was slowly starting to convince him that they were untrue.

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And so, after some convincing (and maybe some bribery from Maddy to Bucky for things too sexual to say) they packed up their luggage into the SUV and, with Steve driving, began their road trip.

The plan was to head from their place near Florence to Bologna to stay for a few days. They would then continue on up to Venice, hopefully detouring through Verona on their way. They would then make their way down the Adriatic coast, through San Benedetto del Tronto and then on to Rome, before finally heading back up to Florence once more. Maddy was still arguing for a detour down to the Naples, but Bucky would need some more convincing.

However, Bucky's misgivings could not trump Maddy's unwavering happiness and excitement, and it rubbed off on the two older men. They were all smiling and laughing by the time they were an hour in, listening to some radio station in Italian that was barely understandable, even for Madelyn.

Since they had not planned ahead and had left on, more or less, a whim, they had to stay in a rather crappy motel whilst in Bologna. It did not, however, in any way dampen or diminish Maddy's buoyant and radiant demeanour. The first motel they stopped at was completely booked up and the second one they pulled into only had a single room available. There were two double beds in it however, and they decided that it would suit them fine.

Maddy insisted they drop their bags off at the room and venture straight out to explore Bologna. They visited the city's Piazza Maggiore, a plaza decorated with cute cafe's and towering structures such as the City Hall. They had dinner at a cute little restaurant with twinkling lights overheard.

They got back to the motel room at a decent hour, the sun having only just set. They took turns showering and then Maddy and Bucky settled into one bed, Steve in the other and they turned on the TV that was situated in the perfect position to be watched from both beds. Maddy pulled out an assortment of DVD's from her bag and, although she did ask what Steve and Bucky wanted to watch, she ultimately chose.

Bucky and Steve should not have let her choose.

By the time the movie reached it's halfway point, both super soldiers were vowing to never watch a musical again and Bucky was promising to find a time machine to go back to the 40's just so he would never have to sit through that stupid movie again because it wouldn't have been invented.

"Oh c'mon you guys!" Maddy laughed. "Hairspray is a classic! And it's got Zac Efron in it - what's not to like?"

"Turn it off before I go into cryo-freeze again," Bucky threatened with a good-natured pinch to her side. She squealed indignantly before narrowing her eyes at him.

"You'd never go into cryo-freeze and leave me," she shot back. He rolled his eyes, smirking. She was right, of course. He never wanted to leave her and would never do so voluntarily.

She changed the movie to Fast and Furious, which Steve and Bucky enjoyed only mildly more than Hairspray ("That is so unrealistic! No way that car would have flipped like that!"). When it was time for bed, they turned out all the lights and Maddy kissed Steve's forehead goodnight before slipping into bed with Bucky, her back to his chest as he pressed his lips into her hair.

It had been silent for a solid ten minutes and Maddy was well on her way to sleep when she felt Bucky's hand slowly sliding lower, over her hip and then across toward her underwear. Her eyes immediately flew open, acutely aware of poor Steve's presence only metres away.

Bucky's fingers slipped slowly into her underpants, stroking her softly. She bit her hand to stifle a moan, squeezing her eyes shut.

He's going to be the death of me, she decided.

She ground back on his crutch with her butt, feeling the outline of his erection. He buried his face in her hair, trying desperately not to moan out loud. His fingers dipped lower, one sinking inside of her and a small gasp escaped her lips, her hands fisting in the covers of the bed. Bucky's hand, the metal one, quickly came up to cover her mouth. "Shh," he whispered into her ear, a hint of laughter in his voice. Maddy ground down onto his hand, desperate for more.

"If this is how the rest of this trip is going to go, then maybe I should just head back to the safe house now," Steve's voice rung out, murdering the tenuous silence and making the caught-out couple freeze. Maddy quickly pushed Bucky's hand away from her, out of her undies, and sat up to look over at Steve's form in the darkness.

He wasn't even looking at them, his back turned to their bed. "Sorry Steve!" She laughed, her cheeks blushing. He turned over to look at them.

"Oh don't worry Maddy, I have no doubt that you're not the one who instigated it," his eyes turned accusingly on Buck, who smirked devilishly.

"C'mon Stevie, not the first time I've done something with a girl while you're in the room," he grinned back cheekily. Maddy's mouth dropped open at the comment.

Steve rolled his eyes, turning back over and Maddy looked at Bucky, scandalised.

"What?" Bucky stared back up at his girl, expression innocent. With a scoff and a flick of her hair, she leaped out of their bed and dove straight into Steve's, cuddling up to the blonde-haired man as his chest rumbled beneath her with laughter, drawing her into his side with his arms.

"Hey!" Bucky protested, throwing the covers off of him and jumping into the bed right after Maddy, squashing up beside her and wrapping his arm around both her and Steve.

And that is the story of how the three of them ended up sleeping in one, double bed whilst there was another perfectly good bed only mere metres away.

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"He's getting more like the old Bucky I used to know everyday," Steve intoned quietly to Maddy one morning as they were getting dressed for a fun day exploring the city, Bucky in the shower. Maddy glanced over at him, smiling. It was their last day in Bologna before heading up to Verona for a few days and then onto Venice.

"Yeah?"

Steve nodded. "When I first saw him, over two years ago now, I thought-.." Steve broke off with a sigh a shake of his head. "I thought I'd never have my best friend back. I mean he was alive, sure, and that in itself was a miracle. But he wasn't Bucky. He was…no one. Didn't even remember me." Steve's eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes sad. Maddy turned to face him fully, folding her legs up beneath her on the bed. "Now," Steve smiled. "Now it's like he's nearly that person again. I mean, I know he's not exactly the same. He never will be again and, don't get me wrong, I don't ever expect him to be. But I think you're a big reason for why he is nearly that same person. You gave him something to fight for, to live for. And it's-…" Steve shook his head again. "God Maddy, it's so nice having him back." He looked at her with one of the most beautiful and genuine smiles she'd ever seen. "This world that I woke up to, it was so different and I felt like I was completely alone…but with you guys, both of you… it finally feels like home again."

Maddy felt tears invade her eyes, touched by his kind words, and she got up and hugged Steve tightly, just as the bathroom door opened and Bucky walked out with just a towel around his hips.

"You know Rogers," Bucky leant back against the wall with an arched eyebrow. "If you're tryin' to steal my girl, I might have to try and kill you again."

Maddy pulled back with a laugh as Steve glared at Bucky for the joke.

"What?" Buck grinned. "Too soon? C'mon it's been over two years!"

Steve rolled his eyes.

~O~

The warehouse was musty, old and deserted. It was in a rough part of New York City, a part where thugs ran the streets and people didn't ask questions unless they were prepared for the consequences.

It was the perfect place for Herbert Edgar Wyndham to carry out his experiments. There was a basement, below the warehouse main floor, where he had dragged in his lab equipment, along with the help of his newly recruited assistant, Miles Warren. Wyndham didn't trust the younger man entirely yet. He wasn't sure he ever would. But he needed the help, the extra set of hands and extra pair of eyes. And, although he wouldn't admit it to himself, the work could get lonely. Before Warren came to him, proclaiming to be a fan of his obscure and unknown work, Wyndham had been alone and had often found himself talking aloud to the dead air of his old lab around him. He needed someone - someone to speak to, to project on. Being completely alone, in every aspect of life, was a hard way to live.

He didn't have to be alone, he supposed. He could go out, find friends - maybe. But his work demanded the solitude, the secrecy. Especially after his last laboratory kicked him out for 'inhumane work'.

Inhumane, he scoffed. There was nothing in the world more humane than his work, nothing more important.

"Be careful!" He snapped at Warren as the 20-something year old jostled some beakers loudly. Warren ducked his head and muttered a quick apology before continuing on, albeit more gently.

The cages from the van would have to come down to the basement next. They'd both need to pool their strength together to carry those down - they were heavy duty things, designed to withstand a lot of force. He hoped they could withstand as much force as it had said on the brochure. He'd need it.

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A/N: Oooooh we got introduced to our next big bad villain in this chapter! Herbert Edgar Wyndham is actually a character from the Marvel comics (also called 'High Evolutionary'). In this story, he will be very, very different to in the comics of course, with a different purpose etc. However he is still working toward developing a serum called 'Isotope A' (which was what he was working toward in the comics as well). And his assistant Miles Warren, is also a character from the comics.

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