Tomorrow.

Bucky promised to explain everything to her tomorrow.

It was getting late and while she had been asleep for days already he could see a tired look in her eyes. It was most likely due to the stress of everything and the fear that something was happening to her.

And he wouldn't admit it, but he's tired too.

It's been a hell of a few days, honestly it's been a few months of hell.

Fatherhood hadn't come easy over the past four days, but he thought he had some idea of what he was doing and was adjusting accordingly.

Yes, he was exhausted because Jamie wasn't exactly sleeping through the night. But he'd been deprived of sleep before, Hydra having had very interesting punishment methods, and while being deprived of sleep and having to change a fussing infant at 3:00 in the morning was its own special kind of torture, he was managing.

He was lucky that his friends had rallied around him. Steve had come to his rescue after the first night, when he'd seen the dark circles under Bucky's eyes, coming to the spare room that Bucky and Jamie were sleeping in while they waited for Jade to wake up. He'd taken Jamie from his arms, despite Bucky's tired protests that he could "handle it" and wordlessly pointed to the bed until Bucky relented and crawled into bed. Bucky was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Steve had been showing up to help every night since.

Natasha was always willing to hold Jamie, snuggling him close and breathing in his 'new baby smell' as she'd called it. Sam was surprisingly adept at diaper changing and had offered to help. Even Tony had held Jamie, though briefly; Bucky having been distracted by trying to measure formula for a bottle, turning around to see that Jamie had ended up in Tony's arms. The moment had been almost...precious, the billionaire smiling and cooing affectionately down at his son, a smile had started to turn the corner of Bucky's lips.

And then in true Tony Stark fashion, he'd spoken. "It's a shame Manchurian Candidate junior looks so much like you, Barnes. I barely see any of Jade in him."

The cute moment was promptly ruined.

Even Iris had been showing up to lend a helping hand when she could. She'd reached out to Steve to get more on the story of what exactly had happened to Jade, and after learning that they had nothing for Jamie besides a diaper bag full of onesies, diapers, wipes, and premade bottles of formula, she'd taken it upon herself to go to Target.

Where Bucky assumed she'd emptied out the store of all baby related items and by extension her bank account.

He wasn't prepared for the amount of baby items that she had when she'd showed up to help. There were clothes, baby toys, blankets, a bassinet, swing, more diapers and formula and pacifiers and anything else a baby might need. Bucky, truly having no idea what a baby might need, was both thankful and worried. He'd offered to pay her back and she'd refused profusely, stating that she was a 'fancy lawyer now' and it was her job as Jamie's 'godmother/aunt'. She'd followed that up with asking to see Jade, which Bucy reluctantly had to deny. He promised that as soon as Jade woke up, he'd let her know, but he hadn't done that either. He knew the minute Iris knew Jade was awake she'd be storming the compound to see her, and what Jade needed was time.

Jade agreed to wait till morning, looking almost relieved when he suggested they talk then. He knew she was anxious to know what was happening to her, but he could also tell she was scared.

He ordered her favorite take out, something she of course didn't remember, but ate happily. They ate together sitting on the bed, in a surprisingly peaceful silence. There was an undeniable tension in the air, Jade never truly relaxing, she watched him with a hint of uncertainty and stared longingly at Jamie. He offered to let her hold him again, but she refused a second time.

He hadn't realized how late it was until Jamie started fussing. A quick glance at the clock told him it was nearing ten p.m. and Jamie no doubt needed a diaper change, a bottle, and to be put to bed. He looked at Jade apologetically when Jamie started to really cry, moving away from the bed to lift him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, he needs to be changed and is probably ready to eat and sleep," Bucky explained.

Jade looked torn, glancing between him and the baby. Her hands opening and closing reflexively. "Wh- Do you need help?" She asked in an unsure voice. "What can I do?"

Bucky wanted nothing more than to say yes, to have her help in changing Jamie, feeding him, and rocking him to sleep, but he knows she scared. The fear is still bright in her eyes, mixed with the uncertainty, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her. So instead he shook his head and smiled reassuringly at her.

"You rest, Sugar. I'm gonna take him to the room we've been sleeping in and get him to sleep as."

"You're not staying?" she looked panicked. "I...I thought…" she trailed off looking at their bed and back at him.

Bucky smiled sadly. He wanted nothing more than to share that bed with her and Jamie. To hold his family tight all night long, to truly have them back. But he doesn't want to overwhelm her, or have her woken up in the middle of the night by Jamie's cries.

"I want you to get your rest, Sugar. And this little guy doesn't like to sleep through the night," he added with a soft chuckle, looking down at Jamie. "I'll be right next door. You need me you holler and I'll be right in. I promise."

She looked disappointed and reluctant, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay."

"Tomorrow we'll get you out of this room. You can see Steve and everyone, and we'll talk like I promised. You'll be back to yourself in no time," he assured shifting Jamie in his arms.

She nodded again, wringing her hands. "Sure."

"There's towels in the bathroom and your clothes are in the closet if you want to shower and get more comfortable," he offered.

"Thank you."

He wanted to walk over to her, to hug her tight and kiss her, but he refrained only offering a smile and a nod. "Goodnight."

She smiled weakly. "Goodnight."

He stepped out of the room, which felt harder than it should have, and walked to the door right next to it. He wasn't surprised to find Steve sitting in the room reading, already waiting for them. Nor was he surprised by the bottle ready and waiting on the table beside the couch. He gave Steve a thankful look as he shut the door behind him.

"Okay buddy, it's alright, I've got you," Bucky shushed over Jamie's cries, gently placing him on the bed.

"How did it go?" Steve questioned looking up from his book. "Did she take it well?"

"As well as can be expected," Bucky answered.

Steve remained silent, eyebrow arched in expectation of Bucky continuing. He could see Bucky's shoulders were tense, something else had happened. Something that Bucky was reluctant to tell him.

"Jade remembered Jamie," Bucky blurted, making his way over to the bag of clothes for Jamie. He rifled through the bag until he found something that he hoped was pajamas.

Steve's face fell and then brightened. "She did? That's good...right?"

Bucky nodded absently, easing Jamie onto the bed and beginning to carefully unwrap him from the blanket and unbutton his onesie. "Yes, it's a good thing, but she also bent the faucet handle."

"Oh?" Steve replied in confusion. "She bent the-?"

"She bent the metal," Bucky continued in explanation, his voice tense and worried. He unsnapped the onesie with ease, but he'd learned that getting it off of Jamie was another story. "And she's pretty damn scared of herself. She didn't want to hold Jamie because she's afraid she'll hurt him."

Jamie wiggled and fussed as Bucky tried to pull the onesie from his body. "Okay pal, just give me a second here, work with me," Bucky spoke to his son feeling frustrated. He had to be gentle. The last thing that he wanted to do was hurt Jamie and with his metal arm and enhanced strength he knew he could snap Jamie's frail bones in half as easily as ripping wet paper.

"So Dimitri did do-."

Bucky nodded cutting Steve off, feeling irritated by his questioning. "Yes, he did something to her."

Jamie was past fussing and was at full crying now, his bent and stiff arms offering resistance to Bucky's attempt to pull his arm out. Bucky's teeth clenched and he forced a deep breath through his nose.

"Okay Jamie, it's alright," he said to the wailing infant in the calmest voice he could muster. "Just gotta get-."

"We should have Bruce run some tests," Steve interrupted over Jamie's cries.

Bucky nodded again and tried a different approach, going for the other arm instead. Jamie cried louder. Bucky sighed, teeth clenching harder with frustration.

"Here, let me," Steve offered rising from the couch and coming closer.

"I CAN DO IT," Bucky snapped, glaring at Steve over his shoulder.

Jamie startled, his crying ceasing for just a moment before resuming. Steve froze, his hands coming up on instinct as he stepped back. His face softened. "I'm just trying to help, Buck."

Bucky sighed, abandoning his attempt to undress his son, putting his head in his hands before running them through his hair. He was spiraling. Between the lack of sleep, trying to adjust to being a father with no time to prepare, the threat of Fury and worrying about just what the hell Dimitri had done to Jade, he felt like he was starting to split at the seams. The least he felt he could do was be a good dad, Jamie deserved that much, especially when Jade wasn't herself, and he wasn't managing to do that. He'd been lying to himself, he wasn't managing.

"I'm sorry, Steve," he said, still a little too tensely. "I know you're just trying to help...it's been a long day."

Steve didn't say a word, only nodded in understanding and stepped back toward the couch to give him space. He sighed, turning back to Jamie and lifting him into his arms. To his satisfaction Jamie did quiet some once he was against his chest. He kissed the soft curls on his son's head and bounced him.

"Sorry pal, I didn't mean to scare you," he whispered to Jamie.

Steve was quiet for the next twenty minutes that it took to undress Jamie, change his diaper, and put him in pajamas. Bucky lifted his son into his arms again and turned to Steve.

"I got this tonight. You can go to bed."

Steve looked hesitant, looking between Bucky and the baby. "You sure?"

"Yes, I can handle it," Bucky insisted.

Steve said nothing, only looked at him with a mixture of worry and skepticism.

"I need to handle it," he added. It was true. He'd have to figure this out on his own if he was going to be a father. Jamie needed him. Jade needed him. As much as he appreciated the help of his friends, he needed to know for himself that he could do this.

"I know you can. It's just that...you don't have to do it alone," he said with a small smile.

"I know, Steve. And I appreciate everything but…" he shook his head, hoping Steve understood.

Steve smiled weakly and offered him the bottle for Jamie. "I get it. Goodnight."

Bucky asked FRIDAY to dim the lights and settled onto the bed, giving the bottle to Jamie. He leaned back into the headboard, his son in the crook of his arm, his metal hand holding the bottle, blue eyes that matched his own staring up at him. He hummed the melody of an old song that came to him that he didn't know the words too, rocking his son gently as he did. He didn't think he would cease to be amazed at the way his heart swelled with emotion and love whenever he held Jamie. Jamie was a dream come true and he didn't want to ever forget that.

"I'm gonna figure this whole 'being a dad' thing out, Jamie," he promised in a whisper. "I know we didn't get off to a good start and everything is a mess, but I'm gonna fix it. I promise."

Bucky knew little about newborns but one thing he knew for certain was that they had little control of their movements. But in that moment Jamie's hand moved up, touching the metal of his pinky finger before his little hand wrapped around it tightly like a vice and held on. It felt like a sign. Bucky couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face.

Bucky's bed, felt too big and cold with just her in it. She'd showered as he had suggested, standing under the spray until the water ran cold, and dressed in the clothes she assumed were hers, which fit snugly, but comfortably. She'd crawled into the large bed after that, willing her mind to calm and rest.

As much as she wanted to trust Bucky, to believe that this was her home, these were her things, he was the love of her life, and the people in the building were her friends, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. She didn't know if it was due to the fact that she couldn't remember, or if she truly didn't trust Bucky, or if it was that her body felt weird, off, foreign.

She found it hard to believe that she was in love with a man that had enemies. Enemies that were dangerous enough to kidnap her while pregnant and hold her hostage. And if the man that she saw in her memory of Jamie's birth had been her captor why had he looked at her so affectionately? Why would she allow him to hold her hand? Why would he cry at her son's birth?

There was more to the story, and Bucky had promised to tell her it all, in the morning when they'd gotten some rest. She'd been relieved that he wanted to wait because while she was eager to know the truth, to find out who she truly was and become herself again, she worried she wouldn't like what she found out. That she wouldn't like herself.

But as scared as she was she wanted her old life back. She wanted to know who she was and remember her love and life with Bucky. She wanted to hold her son. She wanted the waking nightmare she felt like she was in to end.

An hour of lying in the dimmed light passed, she managed to quiet her mind and fall into a fitful sleep. And she dreamed.

She sat in a chair in an old looking room with high ceilings and cement walls. There was a machine in front of her, a tortuous looking machine with a thick metal chair at its center. She could feel warm tears sliding down her face and her heart pounded in her chest. She looked to her left and then her right finding the room empty until she looked back to the machine and saw Bucky there.

He sat in the chair of the torture machine, dressed in a red Henley and dark jeans, his long hair framing his face. He looked in her direction, but not at her, with empty eyes, his teeth clenched, arms and legs restrained by metal clamps.

"Bucky?" She breathed in confusion.

He didn't say anything just stared past her with a vacant look in his eye.

"убей ее."

A disembodied voice said in a thick accent. It was familiar but she couldn't put a face to it and when she looked around they were indeed alone. The words were spoken in Russian, a language she didn't think she should know, but translated easily.

Kill her.

The metal clamps released Bucky with a hiss and he was rising from the chair striding toward her in quick steps. She tensed in fear, trying to jump from the chair but her body wouldn't move. She was barely able to get a scream out before his metal hand was wrapping around her throat yanking her to her feet. She was slammed onto the ground, the scream dying in her throat. She clawed at his hand, kicking and thrashing, his hold remained strong.

She couldn't breathe, she gasped and choked, still fighting. All the while he stared down at her, his face blank, his eyes vacant.

"Jade!"

Her eyes snapped open, her hazy brain struggling between reality and the dream, or was it a memory? The feeling of his hand on her throat lingered and her mouth was open in a scream. Bucky was at her side, his hands gripping her arms, he was shaking her firmly, but gently, in an attempt to wake her. His eyes were filled with panicked fear, but his face was all concern.

Her mind was still in panic mode, the dream or memory, too fresh in her mind. Fear rushed through her and her heart raced, she felt the energy inside of her flare, the one that had every cell inside of her buzzing, pulsing harder until she felt like she was vibrating with power. She had no time to fight it, no time to make her brain think rationally. She looked at Bucky and her mind screamed 'threat!'.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted yanking her arms from his grasp.

There was another overwhelming spike inside of her, and it burst, aimed right at Bucky, sending him flying away from her. He collided with the wall nearest to the bedroom door, leaving a Bucky shaped dent in the drywall, hitting the floor hard enough to have the thud echoing in the room.

"Hoooooly shit."

She froze, her eyes whipping to the door to see two men she didn't know standing there. One of them was tall, muscular, and blonde. He was holding Jamie in his arms. The second was shorter, not that muscular with dark hair and goatee. It had been the dark haired man with the goatee who had spoken, he was staring at her with stunned eyes just like the man at his side.

She didn't know what to do, her heart still racing, panting and wide eyed she looked down at her hands then at Bucky who was slowly recovering with help from the blonde. His blue eyes found hers and her stomach wrenched to see them filled with an unmistakable hint of fear.