Hannah never thought she would be so relieved to see her rundown apartment building. She and Bucky stood outside the entrance while continuing the silence they started on the plane. She wasn't about to break it, and Bucky didn't seem keen on the idea either. Not only had she not talked to him, but she hardly looked at him. He didn't say anything about it because he knew why. He knew that Klaue spilled his secret. Normally she would've bombarded him with questions, but after their "vacation" to Africa, she was worn out. She didn't want to start an argument, and talking about it would cause one.

Hannah walked into the building and immediately started up the stairs. She wanted to lay down on her deflated air mattress and not think about anything. Bucky's footsteps sounded behind her, and she picked up the pace. Hannah reached her door, but she froze. It was almost as if she was too tired to open it, but she knew that wasn't it. It was Bucky's footsteps slowly ascending the stairs. Even if she ignored him, how would she sleep knowing who he was? She turned around and waited for him to appear at the top of the stairs.

When he showed up, he stopped and looked at Hannah dead in the eyes. "Thank you," he said after an awkward pause.

"My fault," she reminded him.

"Still," he continued up the stairs. "Thanks."

Hannah should have let him go, but while they were in a talkative mood, she needed to know something. "Klaue told me about you." He stopped but didn't look at her. "He said you were Hydra. Specifically a Russian assassin for Hydra."

"There's a lot of my past that I regret," he croaked.

"I thought you didn't remember your past," Hannah remarked.

He turned and looked at her. "That too." He once again continued walking.

"Bucky," she said softly. "Look at me and tell me you aren't Hydra."

He didn't turn to face her, and Hannah held her breath. After a long moment of silence, he muttered one word over his shoulder. "Goodnight." He walked up the stairs leaving Hannah to worry about whether or not she could trust him.

Hannah woke up early the next day with one mission. She had to talk to Bucky. She hardly cared that she was home which surprised her. While in Africa, all she wanted was to fix Bucky's arm and leave. Now it felt like she had never left.

She left her apartment and started up the stairs, but she met Bucky halfway. There was a long moment where neither of them said anything.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Hannah asked.

Bucky shook his head. "Nothing to talk about."

Hannah threw her arms up in frustration. "There kind of is, Bucky," she huffed.

He said nothing and walked down the remaining stairs. She followed him without a word as he made his way to the lobby.

"Don't you have work?" He asked when he realized she was following him.

"Not for another hour," she responded.

"Why aren't you sleeping in?"

"Stop changing the subject."

"You're the one changing the subject now," he pointed out.

"You can't tell me you're Hydra and walk away without an explanation!"

"There's nothing to explain."

"Yes, there is because I don't believe you."

"That doesn't make it untrue."

"Then why?" she argued. "Why have you been helping me? Is it so you can turn me in and get Hydra member of the moth?"

"I'm not going to turn you in."

"Well, you haven't convinced me otherwise-"

"I don't work for Hydra!" Bucky snapped. Then, more softly he added, "Not anymore". Hannah was taken aback. The conversation was extremely delicate, and if she didn't watch her tongue, they could end up not speaking to each other for a year.

"You were their top assassin," she said doubtfully as she remembered what Klaue had told her. "How can you just walk away from that?" Bucky stopped in the lobby and turned to face Hannah.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said coldly. Hannah took one look at his steel-blue eyes and almost felt the pain that he was keeping to himself. For a brief moment, she saw right through him, and her heart sank.

"You may not want to, but you need to," she said softly. "I can tell. Whatever you're thinking of is eating you up." He looked like he was about to break. She could almost see years of hardship on his shoulders, and if he didn't get rid of some of it, he would crumble. Still, he kept quiet.

"You don't have to tell me everything, and you don't have to tell me now, but you can't keep it all to yourself," she said. After a moment, Bucky nodded slightly, and Hannah let out a breath of relief. "I have to work, but after 8:00, Corina will be gone and Grosu will leave us alone if you want to talk at the cafe."

"Fine," he rasped. He walked out the door, and they both went their separate ways until 8:00.

It was 8:00 on the dot when Bucky entered the cafe. He walked to the back table and sat down, and Hannah walked up to him.

"Want something to drink?" she asked.

"Coffee," he replied immediately. "You might want some too."

She nodded. "Ok, I'll brew some while I finish up." She did exactly what she had said, and the last thing to be done was the trash. She grabbed the bag and hauled it outside, but when she reached the dumpster she hesitated. On the lid was the handprint she had left the last time she was out there. Suddenly, guilt washed over her. How could she expect Bucky to tell her everything when she had told him nothing? She lifted the warped lid, threw the trash in, and marched back inside. Now was as good a time as any to tell him. She poured two mugs of black coffee and joined Bucky at his table.

"Who gets to start?" she asked as she slid his drink to him.

"I didn't know you had something to say," he said.

Hannah looked down at the back liquid in front of her. "If you're going to tell me your secrets, it's only fair that I tell some of my own." Bucky gestured for her to continue. "I don't know if you've heard of Inhumans-"

"Gifted individuals that SHIELD hunts," he said.

"Yeah, that's them," Hannah confirmed. She didn't need to continue; He had already figured it out.

"How do you know you're inhuman?" he asked.

Hannah sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I don't, but I have no reason to doubt it. From what I've read, Inhumans get their powers by some kind of alien crystal. My parents were SHIELD scientists, so they had lots of crystals laying around. I just chose the wrong one to remember them by. I was in my old home, and I found it in a secret compartment under the desk. After I touched it, everything was a blur. I only found out what had happened when the steering wheel to my car melted beneath my hands."

"So you melt things?" he questioned.

She shrugged. "Not really, but that's the only way I can describe it."

He nodded thoughtfully. "How did SHIELD find out?"

"Well, if you just melted a steering wheel with nothing but your bare hands, you'd be kinda frazzled for the rest of the day. My friend noticed and she offered to take me somewhere fun to take my mind off things. Unfortunately, her idea of fun is a haunted house, and all it took was one jumpscare for me to destroy a support beam. It crashed onto an animatronic, sparks flew, and a fire started taking out the rest. That tent came down in record time; it's no wonder it caught SHIELD's attention."

"I'm sorry," he said with a sympathetic glance.

Hannah took a sip of her coffee and shrugged off the topic. "It doesn't matter anymore." Of course, it mattered a great deal considering it was the reason she had to live in fear. SHIELD, the CIA, and other big organizations hardly knew anything about Inhumans, and there were few specimens to examine, making her a big target.

She cleared her thoughts and refocused on Bucky. "So, what's your story? I already know about the german train in the ice thing, but there's something else, right?" Bucky immediately turned to stone. If it wasn't for his slight breathing she would've thought he died right in front of her. He didn't say anything. She was about to prompt him again when he answered.

"Right," he whispered. He looked down at his coffee, which he hadn't touched yet. "I lied."

"About what?" She asked slowly.

"About the train incident," he clarified. "I did fall off a train, and I was found by a German scientist; But all that was in the same 24 hours."

"Then how did you live through the '40s without aging?"

"Who said I didn't age?"

Hannah laughed. "Sorry, but you don't exactly look 80 years old."

Bucky smiled and Hannah was glad to see it. It was such a rare sight to her that she couldn't help but smile along with him. "Of course I don't. I'm 99," he said.

"No you're not," she said in disbelief.

He nodded and took his first sip of coffee. "Back to the point," he continued. "Arnim Zola was the scientist's name. He found me on the mountain-"

"It was on a mountain?"

"And he took me to Hydra to fix my arm," he finished, ignoring her comment.

"Well, he did a rotten job," Hannah scoffed.

"Is your arm indestructible?"

"No, but neither is yours."

"It's supposed to be. Not everyone has magic, melting hands; so, for the most part, it is," he concluded. "Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?"

"Sorry," she said. "Go ahead."

"He did more than work on my arm," he said. He stumbled on his next words. "Hydra was experimenting with brainwashing, and unfortunately for me, they figured it out..." His voice trailed off, and once again, he was staring into space.

Hannah's stomach twisted. "They brainwashed you?" she asked in a whisper. Bucky looked like he couldn't say anything else so he just nodded. "They brainwashed you, and made you into an elite Hydra assassin," she said for him.

Bucky looked at her with red eyes. "The things I did..."

Hannah hesitantly placed her hand on his. "Hey," she said softly. "I-I'm sorry for prodding you earlier. I never imagined...but if that's true, you didn't have a choice. They had control of your brain, not you."

"If I didn't have control, then how do I remember it?" he croaked. "I remember all of it..."

Hannah didn't know what to say. She had never heard of anything like this, and she was speechless. She knew that Hydra was horrible, but she never thought they could brainwash people.

"Anna, you'll be closing up shop if you sit there all night," Grosu's voice sounded from behind the counter, and Hannah and Bucky jumped in surprise.

"That's fine," she said dismissively.

Bucky stood and gulped the rest of his coffee down. "No need," he said. "We were just about to go."

Hannah stood and stared at Bucky. "We were?" she asked in English so Grosu couldn't understand her.

He nodded and moved closer to Hannah so he could lower his voice. "If we don't leave he'll be hovering around us until we do." Grudgingly, she agreed. Grosu made her finish a few things up anyway, but when she was done, they left the cafe. Even though Grosu wouldn't have been able to hear them, they didn't talk until they were far away from the building.

"Anna huh?" Bucky asked.

Hannah shrugged. "It's not too far from my real name, so it's easy to get used to. I probably don't need a fake name, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. You, on the other hand, have a very good excuse for calling yourself Bucky."

He furrowed his brow. "My name is Bucky."

"What?" Hannah asked confused. "I thought it was James. James Barnes? The soldier from the '40s?"

"Yeah, and Bucky is a nickname."

"For James? I didn't think that name needed a nickname," she said. Bucky laughed and Hannah's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't heard him laugh since she met him. The sound was foreign to her, but she had to admit it was nice to hear.

"It's for Buchanan," he explained.

"So, is your name James or Buchanan? I'm having trouble keeping track," she said with a smile.

"James Buchanan Barnes," he said. "But I go by Bucky."

"Well, James Buchanan Barnes, no more coffee for you," Hannah said.

"Why?" he asked hesitantly.

"Because, you've said more to me in one night than you have in a month, and I think I even heard a laugh back there," she teased. Bucky laughed again, and Hannah laughed with him. It was always a rollercoaster with him. They went back and forth on trusting each other and hating each other. Now, their secrets weren't getting in the way, and Hannah enjoyed talking to Bucky. It was nice that someone knew what she was, and didn't want to hunt her down for it. For the first time, ever since she held Bucky at gunpoint in an alley, she felt at ease talking with her neighbor.