"Well, I guess I'll start with my hobby," he suddenly felt a little anxious, like a kid about to give a presentation to his class. But Darcy just looked at him with a smile, silent encouragement, sitting cross-legged on the ouch and scratching Yulia under her chin and waiting for him to say something. Does she like me? The thought flashed through his mind briefly, and he swatted it out just as soon as it flew in. Of course Darcy didn't like him like him, that would be foolish. He was too old for her, surely, and he was certain she probably had a boyfriend, something he felt rude for not inquiring about. He really didn't know much about her, which felt wrong, since he considered her a good friend at this point.

"I um, I started cooking," he finally stammered.

Darcy rolled her eyes, "Learning how to use a microwave doesn't count, bud."

"No I'm serious," he laughed, moving to punch her arm playfully, "I signed up for this thing on the iPad, Master Class? I learned how to make french toast, chicken piccata, omelets, I even bought a slow cooker."

Darcy looked at him and licked her lips, "Lord, now I'm starving, french toast is bomb."

"I could make some for us, if you want to have breakfast sometime," he blurted, feeling himself involuntarily blush.

"Are you blushing, Barnes?" it was her turn to punch his arm, "Dude when was the last time you asked someone to have a meal with you. Was it Steve? It was probably Steve. You need to get out more, and make more friends," she rolled her eyes, "But sure, I'd love to have french toast sometime."

"It was not Steve," Bucky laughed, "I have, er, had, other friends you know."

Darcy rolled her eyes again and tousled his hair. He thought he felt her linger a little before pulling her hand away, but maybe he was imagining it… or just hopeful.

"Sure you did, sport," Darcy stood up and stretched, "So, how's the journey to self-discovery going?"

"Good, I think."

Darcy meandered over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, examining the contents, as though she were trying to evaluate if he was really learning to cook by sizing up his food inventory. She spied the beers stashed on the door and snagged one, holding it up to me, "Want one?"

He nodded. With the serum Bucky couldn't really get drunk, but I still found the taste of beer made me nostalgic, so he kept some around. "I finally decided on a brand I like, tastes like what Steve and I used to get back in the day, or as close as I can remember anyhow."

Darcy nodded and plopped down on the floor, stretching her legs out and motioning for Yulia to sit next to her. Yulia happily obliged and laid down on top of Darcy, who looked thrilled.

"Is it weird still, not having all your memories back, or does it feel normal now?"

Bucky shrugged, "It's starting to feel normal. Now that Mandy's been questioned and warned, I feel a lot more free. More stuff seems to come back now, random things at random times."

"I bet that being more relaxed helps, let's your mind wander," Darcy pursed her lips, "I'm sorry she broke your trust, I wish Steve and Nat had been able to do a little more recon on her before things got too far…"

Bucky raised an eyebrow, "Too far, how?"

Darcy waggled an eyebrow back, "Well it was obvious you had feelings for her, no? I'm just glad you weren't planning to put a ring on it or anything, that would have been awkward."

"I don't even know what that means, I mean, I can infer, but no, I wasn't going to 'put a ring on it', we didn't even… we weren't intimate."

Darcy almost spat out her beer laughing, "Whoa there grandad, don't go putting those types of thoughts in my head, won't be able to get those images out."

So she doesn't like me like that, then, he thought…

Darcy looked him up and down and took another swig of her beer, "Not that that would be the worst image to have imprinted on my brain, as long as you don't wear Depends yet…"

Bucky had no clue what Depends were, but he hoped they were just some brand of ugly sneakers…

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