A/N: This chapter was beta'd by Emerald2211 once again. They are truly amazing.

After saying bye to the trio in the next town, Finn gifted me a ukulele.

"What? I can't take this..."

"Don't worry kid. It's not like I paid for it."

I gave the teen an unamused look, before laughing.

"Fine. Thanks."

They were planning on staying in the town until they got kicked out, and while we stayed for a few days, I started to feel antsy. Not-Bucky too, if the fact he started cleaning his numerous weapons with more frequency meant anything.

Thus began a strange routine of us traveling by train or hitchhiking to a new town, and only staying for a max of a week. We got new clothes that didn't make us stand out, and eat three times a day more often than not.

Honestly, the food issue worried me most days. I feel like not-Bucky need to eat more due to his whole super soldier serum deal, and I'm a growing child. I need a balanced diet if I don't want to be under 5 foot for the rest of this life. But it's hard finding good food that wasn't expensive.

"I mean, are you ever even full? Can you even remember the last time you were?"

"No." Not-Bucky said like he was talking about the weather.

"That's... really fucked up buddy. If you need more food then we just need to buy more."

[Relationship change]

[James Barnes companionship 2 is now James Barnes family 1]

[James sees you as part of the family]

[Level 1: you're like that third cousin twice removed who shows up to weddings and that's it.]

I eyed the text for a moment. I don't need a family, I had one before and I don't need a replacement. Though this was probably a good thing when it comes to not-Bucky's mental state. He recognizes me as a human, and that he considers me a distant relative is good. I don't think Hydra would keep any family relations in his mind, so this is definitely good when it comes to that. Even if it makes me feel guilty.

But that doesn't change the fact that money is a real issue. I can get a decent amount by playing the ukulele, but I don't want to draw attention to myself. Same with not-Bucky stealing. He's good, but our luck is going to run out someday.

"Wait here." Not-Bucky said suddenly before leaving.

I felt like I should be worried about where he was going, but honestly, I was surprised he was even taking initiative like that. Besides, he was an adult. A brainwashed Russian nazi murdery adult, but still an adult. If Hydra wasn't an issue, I would totally get not-Bucky some therapy. But that isn't an option so I've just been coming to libraries and the internet for some tips with dealing with people with amnesia since that is the closest I could get. I've also been looking into PTSD since Bucky was in WW2 and never got any mental help after that.

I took a few psychology and neuroscience classes in school before deciding to get into astro-engineering, so I could understand the text at the very least. Trying to use them was a whole separate issue.

Not-Bucky came back an hour later, long after I gave up on waiting and started reading the books that I borrowed. The only thing different was he had a piece of paper in his non-metal hand.

"Is that what you wanted to get?" I asked, leaning over to see if I could get a better look at it.

Turns out it was pointless to do that since not-Bucky just gave it to me. It was a filer asking for farm help for $50 a day. No documents required. Which makes sense since the hours were 6am to 6pm and that's only $4/hour which is very much below the minimum wage.

"You think this is a good idea? I mean, that's a good way to make some cash but..."

I don't know if this was a good idea. Not-Bucky would be by himself on the farm, and if Hydra finds him there, I might not know until it's too late. Not to mention if we stay in one place for too long that makes it more likely that someone would recognize Bucky or me. The movies always made it seem like Hydra had agents everywhere, and I don't want to test that theory. It's been long enough that they must have started looking outside of Russia for us.

But we also can't keep living day to day like we have. I mean, we could but that's just surviving and not living. And what's the point of living if you're not living.

"One week." Not-Bucky said suddenly.

"What?"

"I'll work there for one week, then we can leave."

I just stared at him for a moment, thinking about how that was the longest I have ever heard him speak, before what he said registered.

"Oh, yeah, that sounds good. We could also travel closer to the farm and just camp out there."

It was starting to get warmer, and camping was something I knew how to do.

And that's what we did. The farmlands were close to an hour away from the city when driving, meaning walking would take close to 7 hours for a normal human. I was able to keep up with not-Bucky's pace for three hours before I started slowing down. I knew it made sense since I had short legs and had the body of a 5-year-old but I still tried to force myself.

[Warning: SP low]

What the...?

I haven't used my alchemy or apparition since we started walking. How is my SP low?

While still trying to keep behind not-Bucky, I took a look at my stats.

[x] Stats

[Name: Lani Chen]

[Age: 5]

[Hometown: Hawai'i]

[Family: unknown]

[Title: Rebellious- people of authority will mark you as a 'bad egg']

[hp: 50]

[sp: 9**]

[Strength: 4*]

[Dexterity: 7*]

[Constitution: 5*]

[Intelligence: 17]

[Wisdom: 9*]

[Charisma: 19*]

[*: -9 to physical states, -4 to wisdom and +4 to charisma due to age]

[**: active effect(s) - 3% run speed]

I was thankful that not-Bucky was in front of me since I must have made a weird face at reading all that. I assumed that SP stood for spirit point like in some jrpg, and it made sense since when I do Apparate I use SP. But doing physical stuff also using SP? Then is it stamina points and magic is more physical than I thought?

Though that just brings me back to wondering how I was even able to do all this. The Alchemy I can understand a little if I broadly look at it that I give energy to quarts in atoms to change the number of protons and thereby the element. I mean, that's just beta decay. And maybe I'm able to influence the electron cloud around metals and that's how I'm able to mold them into different shapes on the macro level. But Apparition? What even is that? Do I just open up a wormhole or use quantum entanglement to create a clone of myself?

I would love to get to the point where I have time to test these hypotheses of mine.

Suddenly I was lifted out of my thoughts by not-Bucky physically picking me up and tossing me onto his back.

"W-what are you doing?"

"You're slow."

"I have short legs! And we've been walking for hours now!" I almost yelled, not liking that not-Bucky brought me back to my previous thoughts.

Thinking about the science behind magic was way better than thinking about my physical limits.

"Just hold on then." Not-Bucky said and I wish I could see his face because I could imagine him grinning while saying that.

What started off as not-Bucky just walking at a brisk speed changed to a jog. Still not a fast one, but one which I could see him maintaining for miles. It was good that the road we were on didn't have many cars because we must have been quite the sight.

He only let me down once it became clear we were close.

"Horses!" I yelled as I jumped the fence to pet them.

My Aunt had horses on her farm, so I had an easy time getting them to sniff my hand before I stroked their nose/face. What surprised me was not-Bucky was doing the same thing with another horse.

"Have you ever gone horseback riding?" I asked hoping that maybe...

"No." He answered, but looked confused.

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This was the difference between episodic memory and semantic memory. Not-Bucky probably had the semantic memory of how to treat a horse, but not the episodic memory of when he learned that. Actually, now that I think about it, it makes a lot of sense that Hydra would want to get rid of all episodic memories whilst leaving the semantic ones. It would be bad if they had to teach the winter soldier how to talk every time they wipe his mind.

After that nice little detour, it was only another hour before not-Bucky spotted an abandoned farmhouse far enough from the road that we shouldn't be spotted. It must have once been a nice little house, but the second story was completely caved in and there was a tree growing on the remains of the roof. Slipping in one of the windows that wasn't boarded up, I was surprised to see the first floor of the house looked slightly better. There was lots of graffiti and trash, but no feces or flies.

"It would be easier making a fire in a house than outside where people could see it," I said, opening the wood stove that was filled with ash.

To my surprise, not-Bucky was able to throw together a meal with our cheap food that actually tasted good. I ended up falling asleep at the table, too exhausted to worry about nightmares or what the next day would bring.

"Buuuucky!"

That was the only warning he had before a very short blur ran right into his legs almost knocking him over.

"Hey Becca, I thought you were keeping Aunty Ann company?" He asked with a chuckle as he patted the top of the little girl's head.

"I don't wanna, she just sleeps. It's soooo boring." She looked at him with those baby blue eyes of hers.

"You rather help me feed the animals?"

"YES!" The girl yelled before trying to climb up his back.

"You're getting too big to be carried all the time Becca..."

"But Bucky, you're the only one who can carry me now. Papa is always gone and Will's coughs too much and Charle is only a little taller than me now..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep carrying you big baby."

"I'm NOT a baby. I'm almost six!"

"Almost six? Pretty soon you will be going to school like the rest of us."

"I can't wait! Think Papa will be back by then?"

CRASH!

He was out of bed and had a gun drawn before he even saw Lani in the back of their new hideout

"Shit, sorry I didn't mean to do that. Did I wake you?" Lani asked, looking at him with purple eyes instead of blue.

But they have always been purple so why was he expecting blue eyes?

"Uh... Are you okay?"

Just like that, the memory of that dream started slipping through his fingers like water despite his best efforts and despite the fact that something in him was screaming for him not to forget again.

But it was too late.

"I'm fine."

Lani looked even more surprised by that, and a moment passed before she gave him one of her huge smiles.

"Well since you're up, do you want to see what I found?" Lani said before jumping up and waving her hands.

"Tada! It's a motorcycle!"

Behind Lani was the rusty frame of a motorbike. Even then it wasn't too bad; he had a feeling he had ridden worst in the past. The seat was still there along with the wheels. Handlebars were crooked but still on. Mirrors were dusty but only one had a crack in it, and even then it was only in the corner.

"I was thinking while you're working I would try fixing it up. Not that I know much about motorcycles, but I know about engines and rockets so how hard could it be?"

He was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question, but for some reason, Lani likes it when he answers all her questions.

"Probably harder than you think."

"Well yeah, this would be easier if it was rocket science but, I can deal with a challenge." Lani said, looking like she had cemented the idea firmly in her mind now.

He just sat down, waiting until Lani fell asleep from exhaustion, before carrying her back to her sleeping bag.

We had been squatting in the farmhouse for three days before I heard the news. In my defense, we were in the middle of nowhere and I've been more focused on fixing up the bike then checking current world affairs.

The library that I went to was in a town Bucky and I already visited weeks ago. A quick check of my stats showed that despite the longer distance, the 11 SP cost was always the same, which at the very least supported my wormhole hypothesis. It was also good to know that I could go anywhere and things only get complicated when I travel with others.

I planned on going online to see if I could find any youtube videos about fixing up a motorbike. I have done all I could with the materials I had, but the engine was stripped. Still wasn't a huge problem since with my alchemy I can use to scrap metal and change it into what I need. I even practiced yesterday and finally was able to change an iron nail into a copper one. It just took a few attempts and the SP cost was less than Apparition.

When I opened the browsers it loaded up the New York Times which wasn't odd since I assumed it was just the homepage. What caught my attention however, was how it was all talking about how Tony Stark was found alive and that due to his traumas, SI was pulling out of the weapon market. Stocks were at an all-time low and there were plenty of opinion articles talking about it.

I figured before that Tony was alive, but hearing it was still a huge relief. Iron Man was my first Marvel movie, so it held a special place in my heart. Still felt less real than with Bucky, but I guess that's because I haven't met Tony.

I looked at the page a little longer, staring at the picture of Tony hugging that guy who sold him out, before deciding to check out the stock market. I mean, I knew that Tony would be making some cool stuff in the future, so buying some now when it's low and selling it when Bucky and I need money seems like a good idea. I could even get Bucky to buy a gift mastercard and use that to buy it online.

With that in mind, I turned back to the original reason I went to the library and learned more than I ever wanted to know about Motorcycles.

A/N: I was very happy with my Bucky dream sequence here.

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