Hey, everyone! It's been a while! I apologize! It's been crazy busy here. Graduating, finding a job, trying to find a full time job and just a bunch of stuff. I've been working on this for a while. It's nothing major, barely a plot, but oh well. It's fluffy and cute. Although I'm not sure of the ending. I might go back and edit once I get out of the writers block I'm having for this piece. This probably doesn't fit my canon that I already wrote, but again, this story isn't too serious. Just a series of fluffy one shots.

Anyways, enjoy! I have a few others I'm working on too.

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One of Amelia's favorite things was the vintage vanity her grandmother (on her dad's side) had left her. Her grandfather had built it for her as an anniversary present when they were younger. It was a dark wood, with a circular mirror (that had been replaced once) and a couple of drawers, but Amelia's absolute favorite part was the hidden compartment in the back corner. All you had to do was press it just right and it popped open. Amelia had found letters her grandfather had written to his wife when he had gotten sick. He passed a few years before Amelia was born from cancer, and her grandmother passed when Amelia was 8. But she always loved sitting at the vanity with her grandmother as she got ready for the day. Little Amelia would try to mimic her and sometimes she'd dab just a teeny bit of red lipstick on Amelia's lips and just a poof of powder on her nose. Amelia would giggle every time her grandmother would bounce the brush off her nose.

Sitting down at the vanity, Amelia took a sip, (well, almost chug) of her coffee and adjusted the towel wrapped around her hair. She was being extra cautious to be quiet this morning as her bed was still occupied by someone who desperately needed the sleep. Bucky had come home from a mission with the team utterly exhausted and had been sleeping since 8pm the night before. He had just enough energy to shower before plopping in her bed and almost instantly falling asleep. Amelia glanced over at him as she adjusted the towel one more time, but decided to just pull it off as it wouldn't sit still and was too heavy anyway. It hadn't been too long since they had been at the safe house for a few days, where his full past had been revealed to her and he asked for her to call him Bucky instead of James. Whenever Amelia thought about it, tears would well up despite her best efforts. To have been tortured beyond belief like he had and to come out of it, and work on adjusting back to being human again…Amelia could barely imagine what it was like for him. And then to let her in, to not only trust her enough to tell her, and sleep in her presence, but to let her into his heart. Well, Amelia took a breath and tried not to think about it. She ran the towel across her eyes and pulled open the drawer containing her primers, foundation and powders. All her make-up was organized. Face was in the top drawer, eyes underneath and lipsticks at the very bottom. On the other side were her hair curlers, bobby pins and brushes and other miscellaneous hair accessories. Hair was not as organized as make up. She pulled a brush through her hair and held it back by a headband so it wouldn't get in her face, and took out her favorite primer. As she applied the fluffy cream, she noticed Bucky stirring behind her. She watched him through the mirror as he groaned and rolled over. She smiled at him and pumped some foundation on her sponge.

"Good morning," she said quietly as he blinked into the light. He ran his hands over his face and watched her for a moment as she applied her make up. He scooted himself up to sit against the headboard. She met his eyes in the mirror and raised an eyebrow at the face her was making at her. "What?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice groggy and hoarse.

"Putting foundation on…" she said through a small smile. "There's coffee downstairs if you'd like some. And Steve and Sam are all over the news this morning. People are apparently loving the Falcon and that daring rescue he made. Pretty impressive."

Bucky didn't answer, just kept watching her, his face relaxing a bit. "Are you just going to stare at me?" She teased.

Bucky drew in a breath. "I…remember a little…of…I think I remember my mother getting ready, in front of a mirror like yours. It was…she was…" he took another breath. "I remember her being very meticulous about everything. You're like that."

Amelia met his gaze again. She smiled gently at him. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?" He was confused, so she elaborated. "That I remind you of your mother."

"Good," he said quietly.

Amelia could feel a blush in her cheeks, and not wanting to ruin the moment, she returned to her makeup, now applying her blush. He watched her, his expression something she couldn't quite read. She decided to gauge his reaction since he was going to watch her, and went against the everyday look she normally wears. She chose a light matte eyeshadow and winged her eye liner. She picked up her lengthening and plumping mascara for that false lash look (without using the false lashes because boy were they the bane of her existence) and chose her favorite red velvet lipstick. When she turned around, his eyes had darkened, and she tried to fight the smile.

He shook his head at her and yanked the covers off, stretching as he got up. She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around his waist. His hair was sticking up in odd places, having slept with it wet. She smiled up at him and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Sore," he mumbled. "Annoyed. Steve almost got himself killed. Again. I swear to god, the only way I'm gonna die is by him giving me a heart attack."

Amelia laughed. "Well, don't' do that just yet. Maybe wait until you're both in nursing homes, after living good and long. And then you'll both be giving the nurses heart attacks."

He smiled at her and softy ran his fingers through her hair, she let her eyes flutter close, enjoying the contact. "Do you work today?" He asked quietly.

"Unfortunately," Amelia answered, leaning into his touch. "I have corporate coming in to talk to do their usual check ups and I get to train a new guy today. But you are more than welcome to stay here if you like. It'll be nice and quiet, I'm sure." She finally opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, a warmth in his eyes.

"I have to eventually get back," he murmured. "I can take you to work. Take you back to the Tower when you get off. A few of the others have been waiting to meet you. If you're up for it."

Amelia's eyes went wide. "Um…I mean…am I allowed?"

Bucky nodded. "Once you passed Natasha's background check, and we all knew this was more than likely for the long run, you were given clearance."

Amelia let out a breath. "Well. Dang. Now I'm going to extra nervous today. Thanks!" She meant that in a joking manner, but if she was honest, meeting the rest of the team…well…her heart was already beginning to race. Bucky crouched next to her, so they were mostly on eye level. He sent her a smile and lifted her hand to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

"You got nothing to worry about," he said. "You met Natasha and after meeting her, everyone else is no big deal. Hell, I'm afraid of her."

She groaned and leaned her head back, playing it up. He kissed her lips and she teased him about red being a good color for him. And before long, he was showered, they had grabbed a quick breakfast of toast and protein bars, and were getting into the slick black Jeep that was Bucky's new possession.

"This is nice," Amelia grinned as Bucky drove away from her house.

"A gift from Shield," he said, pulling onto the main road. "Not really sure why they just gave it to me, but I guess with Hydra still out there, they wanted some extra protection."

"So is it kind of like the Batmobile?" Amelia teased, and when he shot her a confused look, she explained. "Does it have super secret spy stuff?"

He nodded and explained that the Jeep was not only bullet proof, but armored and came with all kinds of hidden gadgets and things.

"And it's a stick shift!" Amelia laughed when he was done telling her all that the Jeep does. "Absolutely no one is going to try and steal this. Not even me."

"I can teach you," said Bucky. "It's not that hard."

Amelia's grin shifted and she let her eyes fall down his chest. "Oh yeah? You gonna teach me to drive your stick?"

Bucky raised his eyesbrows at her. Quite a few things had come to his mind, but he just laughed.

"It's good to see you like this," Amelia said quietly as they pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. "Laughing, enjoying yourself. A lot has changed since we first met."

Bucky parked the jeep. "Well, I have something to smile about now." He leaned over and kissed her, and she sank into his lips, taking in his scent and enjoying the way he made her feel. "5 o'clock right?"

"Yeah, off at five. I'll see you later." She gave him one more quick kiss before hurrying off inside the coffee shop as she was flirting with bring late. She glanced over her shoulder as he drove off, a little disappointed she couldn't see him through the tinted windows, but biting back a giddy smile as she threw her hair into a pony talk and crossed the café, which was busy with its usual morning customers.

Her day started off hectic. Megan, the shift manager had called off, which left Amelia to cover paper work, meet with the district manager and get started on training the new guy, whose name was Stephen, NOT Steven. He made sure everyone in the restaurant knew the difference. If she could fire him just for being annoying, she would have in a heartbeat.

The day had gone by slow and fast at the same time. Amelia was afraid she'd have to stay over, but when the night manager came in early, she actually hugged him. With both of them to finish off the day's paperwork, she was just 10 minutes over when she clocked out. After going over everything one more time, she was surprised to see Steve walk in instead of Bucky. He walked up to the counter and greeted Stephen with a polite smile. Stephen stood there, his mouth gaping, as Steve didn't bother with his ball cap and glasses, and was very recognizable with only jeans a blue t-shirt on.

"Hey, Steve," Amelia smiled at him as she stuffed her hat into her purse. "What's going on?"

"You're uh-" he glanced at Stephen who was still opening staring at him. "ride got caught up. So he sent me."

Out of the corner of her eye, Amelia noticed the rest of her workers had also noticed who she was talking to, and the cafe seemed to still. Why hadn't Steve bothered with trying to be at least a little inconspicuous? Nott hat the hat did much, but it was just enough that people didn't notice right away.

"Is everything okay?" she asked quietly.

Steve sent her a smile. "Oh yeah. You'll see when we get back."

Amelia sent him a suspicious look, but shrugged it off as Steve looked pretty cheerful. She had just made her way around the counter when "You're Captain America!"

Amelia and Steve turned to look at Stephen, who had finally gotten over his shock. "You know Captain America?"

Amelia glanced up at Steve who had sighed and stuffed his hands on his pockets. "Yeah, he comes in all the time. You should work on your fanboying. A few of the Avengers are regulars. See you guys Wednesday!"

Knowing all of her workers were gaping at her as she left with Steve absolutely made her day. Not that she was one to brag all too often, but once they got into Bucky's Jeep, Amelia couldn't keep it in.

"Okay, what's going on?" She asked as they buckled. "Is everything okay?"

Steve smiled at her. "Everything is great. I know Bucky wants to tell you himself, but I don't care. Amelia, he was cleared."

She blinked. Not exactly sure what he was talking about. "Cleared?"

"Cleared! He's no longer on the top of every terrorist list."

Amelia's jaw dropped. "Wait. Wait. Hold on. What? When and how did this happen?"

Steve's smile grew even wider as he drove them back to the tower. "It's been happening. We just kept you out of the loop, just in case. We didn't want to worry you, and if anything went south, well, you weren't caught up in it. The only people looking for Bucky now are Hydra. And we're working on that."

Amelia was shocked, happy, dumbfounded and a few other different emotions at the same time. "Oh my god, Steve that's fantastic! What happens now?"

"Well, a lot of paper work, really," he answered. "Which is why he couldn't pick you up."

"Am I interrupting stuff? I don't mind going home if you guys have work to do."

Steve shook his head and pulled into an underground parking lot. "No, you're fine. The team's pretty anxious to meet you by the way."

It was time again for Amelia to be shocked. This had turned out to be one hell of a rollercoaster for a day. Was this how all days were going to be, dating a superhero? "Say what?"

"Yeah, you're the one who has the Winter Soldier acting like a teenager with a crush. Which isn't new to me, Bucky had plenty of crushes back in the day. Although, this time it's a little different. And I don't mean considering its over 75 years later and what not."

Amelia raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you going to get all mushy on me, Captain?" Steve laughed as they pulled up to a steel barrier. A retinal and finger print scan later, the barrier lowered and Steve drove into what must have been the Avengers garage. It was a little dark and creepy, but Amelia followed Steve to a hidden elevator and the higher it rose the more nervous she became. She was extremely aware that she was still in her work uniform, a pastel polo and khaki pants. She smelled of coffee and sandwiches and she had to work on steadying her breathing when the elevator dinged.

"Good evening, Captain," said a cool, male voice. "And welcome to Stark Tower, Miss Evans."

Amelia looked up and around, looking for a source of the voice. "That's JARVIS," Steve explained. "He's a program that helps Tony run pretty much everything." Amelia nodded as the doors opened to the communal floor of the Tower. The one thing Amelia noticed was how much glass was everywhere. It was so very modern. There were levels on the floor, she could see a kitchen, a sitting area with a giant TV, what looked to be a study and other things. There was so much, but she didn't have much time to take it all in as Steve led her over to the others and the first person she saw was Tony Stark.

"Here she is!" He said loudly, and the other Avengers began making themselves seen. He was holding a tablet and reading from it. "Amelia Anne Evans, born April 17, 1986 in Tampa, Florida. Moved to New York City when-"

"Tony," Steve interjected. "I think she knows her own life story. Thanks." Stark tapped the tablet and it went black.

"Just need to make sure, Cap," he said and then turned to Amelia. "You're not a Hydra agent are you? Taliban? KKK? Westboro Baptist Church member?"

"Tony!"

"Relax, Gramps. I'm joking. I know she's not. Got it all right here." He waved the tablet under Steve's nose. "But seriously. Welcome to the super secret super hero super hideout. And don't take this opportunity lightly. One wrong move, and we'll have toy detained-"

"Enough, Stark," came a new voice. A female voice that Amelia recognized. She had met Natasha once before, at a carnival with Bucky. "She's terrified enough."

"Confused would be a better word," Amelia said, speaking for the first time. "I'm not Hydra or anything, so I don't have a reason to be afraid. But I understand. I'll be on my best behavior, I promise. You remind me of my friend Ben, Mr. Stark."

"Nope. Call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father. Only Pepper is allowed to call me that in the bedroom. Oh, and reporters, and Senators I don't like, and…other people. Well! I have to get back to the lab. Nice meeting you, kid." He tapped his head gear, it light up as he mumbled to himself, staring at the tablet, making his way down a set of glass stairs.

"Barnes is over here," Natasha said, and she and Steve led Amelia in the opposite direction of where Tony had went. "How was work? Bucky said you had a lot to do today."

"Well, nothing really that compares to anything here," Amelia mumbled as they took a set of stairs up, past the kitchen where Sam was sitting eating. He waved as they walked by and sent Amelia a wink.

"Doesn't mean you can't have your plate full too," Steve said.

"Yeah, we fight for you to have coffee thrown at you because it isn't perfectly 100 degrees. And we also fight for your right to throw it back at them, I hear," Natasha sent her a teasing glint.

"One of the perks of being a manager," Amelia said. "I can yell at customers all day long and not get written up for it. Hey, do you think you guys can like, publically state that it's totally not cool to treat your severs like poo? Like, make an official platform about it? That'd be fantastic."

Natasha and Steve laughed. They brought her to an area with computers and desks and other tech Amelia didn't really recognize. Bucky was there, talking to two men, one a dark man with an eyepatch and the other, someone not so very intimidating at all. He was shorter than both of them, with light hair. All three men were holding manila envelopes, and the shorter man a tablet. Bucky's attention was immediately on the three that entered, and his face light up as he met eyes with Amelia. The other two turned towards them as well.

"Well, I can see we're done here now," the dark man said. He approached Amelia, his hand out. She took it and matched his firm grip. "Amelia Evans. Nick Fury. I met your grandfather a couple of times. Not a lot of men like him in the world. Are you ready for all of this?" He gestured around, and Amelia understood what he meant.

"Yes, sir," she answered, her shoulders straightening, and her tone changing. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Did your grandfather ever try to convince you to join the army?"

"Multiple times, sir. Not what I wanted to do."

Nicky Fury nodded and finally dropped her hand. "Next time you see him, well, I'd say tell him I said hello, but I'm not supposed to be here." He nodded again and made his way out.

She noticed the looks she was getting from everyone else in the room. Apparently not really expecting her interaction with the former director of Shield to go the way it had. He hadn't made her nervous or intimidated her. The Avengers did, and only because she had hoped they thought she was good enough to be dating one of their own. The other man approached her, and she shook his hands as well.

"Phil Coulson," he said with a small smile. "It's nice to meet you Miss Evans. Heard a lot about you. But don't let me hold you up. Enjoy the party tonight. Oh, and welcome aboard." He shot her another smile before following Fury's way out. Amelia turned to the others.

"Party?"

"Just a small celebration," Steve shrugged.

"Which I did not agree to," Bucky finally approached her and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, sweetheart."

"It's a big deal, Barnes. It deserves something at least." Natasha smirked at him. "It's just the team. You're lucky we didn't let Stark plan something."

Bucky shot her a look. "I told you guys not to do anything."

Amelia watched them banter back and forth with amusement. They reminded her of her friends and family and it made her heart warm. She could see that they were a family. One that may not get along all the time, but were always there for each other when it mattered most. Bucky was trying and failing to look mad, but the grin was pulling at his lips. The relief was evident on his face. His eyes were just a tad lighter. And if it only lasted a short time, Amelia was happy it was here at all. She softly placed a hand on the small of his back and he leaned into her.

"And we ignored you," Natasha smirked. "Although I'm surprised you don't want to go out on the town and celebrate."

"Not tonight," Bucky said, wrapping an arm around Amelia's waist. "I'm in the mood for a night in. Got my girl, my best friend, that's all I need."

Natasha's smirk grew into a playful pull. "Don't get all mushy on me Barnes. You'll ruin your reputation. Besides, Steve has a phone date with Sharon, if I'm not mistaken." She checked her watch.

Steve looked at her, baffled. "How the hell do you know that?"

Natasha shrugged. "It's my job, Rogers. Get moving." She gave him a small nudge, and even though Steve tried arguing with her, he let her lead him down the stairs.

As they walked off, Amelia turned to her boyfriend. "I can't believe this. I mean, aren't you supposed to be legally dead?"

"Killed in action, yeah," Bucky mumbled. "Guess it's all fixed now. Coulson helped a lot."

"He seems nice," Amelia said as Bucky took her hand and began to lead her to another part of the floor. "Didn't know Nick Fury knew my grandfather though. Guess it shouldn't surprise me. Grandpa did a lot of secret stuff when I was little."

"I like Coulson," Bucky said. "He's a good guy. I owe him a lot. He reminds me of Steve a little. Honest, good hearted, just wants to do what's right and help people."

"Yeah, the world needs more people like that, sometimes," Amelia said quietly.

"You're one of those people." Bucky whispered. "You're wonderful, Amelia. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

Amelia smiled warmly at him and brought a hand to his cheek. "I told you, you swept me off my feet. Honestly, though, it was your heart. You are a perfect gentleman and the strongest man I have ever and will ever know. To have gone through what you did, and come out fighting to get a life back, and getting one, surviving it all. Why you picked me, when you could have had anyone, I'll never know. It should be me asking what I did to deserve you."

Bucky leaned into her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. "Guess we're meant to be then."

Amelia laughed lightly. "Guess so." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. It didn't last long however, as Sam's voice called out, informing everyone the pizza had arrived.

"Let's go, lovebirds! Barnes! Quit kissing her and get down here. You're the whole reason I terrified that poor pizza place with this giant order!"

Bucky rolled his eyes, but didn't fight the amused expression. He took Amelia's hand and led her down the stairs where the rest of the team was waiting for him.