Hours Later:

"You do realize that no one can know about this…" I said, as we laid there, breathing hard, body sore, and slick with sweat.

"What do you mean?" He asked, half asleep.

"No one besides Wanda and you know that I have part of my memory back. I need you to keep it that way, because someone in this complex is working for Hydra." I said, causing Bucky to shoot up into a sitting position before turning to me.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, wide-eyed.

I nodded, as I sat up too. "I suspect as such when the keypad that was on the cell back in Stark Tower was tampered with." I replied.

"Who is it? Do you know?" He asked, as I slipped a shirt back.

I shook my head in response.

He sighed, frowning worried. " That means we have to get the kids out of there." He said as I nodded in response, thinking of the perfect place.

"I know the perfect place… but you would have to get them out of there first." I said.

Bucky nodded, getting out of the bed before pulling his clothes back on. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't worry, doll." He said as he kissed my forehead.

"I know you will. Make sure to keep this information to yourself…" I said as I pulled my clothes on too.

"Pack a bag for both of us. We'll get the kids whatever the need on the way." He said as he rushed out.


He got back with the kids an hour later.

He had brought the truck, using spending the day together as an excuse before calling me, and telling me to grab our things and go.

I quickly grabbed the large duffle bag, securing it on my shoulder before sliding my bag onto my shoulder too.

The compound was empty, besides Wanda.

As I made my way out the door she cornered me.

"Going somewhere?" She asked, with a raised brow.

"Yes, we're planning to spend the day at the beach with the kids and I thought I'd pack some extra clothes and blankets just in case. We'll be back tomorrow." I said

She nodded, "Does Tony know?" She asked.

"He does. Well, we should probably get going. Don't want to waste the nice day. Call if you need anything." I said as I rushed out the door, before she could say anything else, as Bucky honked the horn .

Becca and Jamie smiled as they saw me jump into the passenger's seat.

"Did she buy the excuse?" He asked as he quickly turned the truck around and sped down the long driveway.

"I'm not sure. I told her we were going to the beach with the kids." I replied as I snapped the belt into place.

"Good excuse. I grabbed some clothes for the kids, and a bag of diapers and wipes. It should keep us on the road for a while." He muttered as he got into the highway.

I nodded, before looking out the window.

"So, Clint's or Sam's?" He asked.

I turned to look at him before sighing. "Let's not go to either one. There's a safe house near Sam's place. No one has used it in years, it's under one of my aliases. So, we should be alright." I whispered.

"Who knows it exists?" He asked.

"No one, well you do, now. I bought that house and flipped it the year after we got back in hopes of using it as a vacation house of sorts. It's by the docks, and is surrounded by a lot of trees and nature… My mother always loved visiting her friends in Atlanta, and we would come down pretty often. My dad even bought a boat there, I'm pretty sure Clint remembers too. I tracked it down, and had been slowly remodeling and fixin it, you know, before the whole 'Hydra taking me' thing." I replied sadly.

"So, it's in Atlanta? What's the boat called?" He asked, interested.

I shrugged, shaking my head, "I can't remember… though I remember that my parents both loved Shakespeare, and had a thing for ancient names so I'm guessing it is along those lines." I explained with a shrug.

"Well, I can't wait to see it." He said as he placed his hand on mine. "Everything will be ok." He promised.

"I know." I replied smiling as I turned to check on the kids to find them both asleep in their car seats.

We arrived at the house just after midnight, after stopping at a local Walmart for other necessary items, paying in cash before heading back out.

Becca and Jamie were tired from the trip, having slept most of it.

I had already placed most of the furniture in the house. So, when we arrived, I turned the lights on to let the kids explore for a while before heading to the master bedroom to sleep together that first night.

The bed was large enough to fit all four of us comfortably.

When I woke up the next morning, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and began to make food for all of us before everyone woke up.

Just as I was finishing up the pancakes, Bucky walked in with a fussy Becca in his arms and Jamie followed him, rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked as she turned to look at me, before practically hurling herself into my arms.

"She woke up cranky." He said as he lifted Jamie and sat down with him on his lap.

She laid her head on my shoulder, before touching my face.

'Will we be okay?' she asked me.

I nodded patting her back as I offered Bucky a cup of coffee. "Of course we will honey." I reassured her with another pat to the back.

"Thanks, doll, you're an angel." He groaned as he brought it up to his lips and took a sip.

"Do you want some pancakes or—?" I asked him.

"Whatever you made is alright, doll. I just want to eat, because I'm starving." He muttered as he offered Jamie a piece of pancake.

I quickly grabbed the plate of pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and bacon before sliding it towards him.

He gaped for a moment before sighing, and smiling at me. "God, I've missed you and your cooking." He muttered, as he took the syrup and lather the pancakes in it before spearing it and shoving it into his mouth with an appreciative groan.

I smiled before turning back, and serving myself two pancakes and bacon with a side of toast, as I bounced light to rock Becca.

"Aren't you going to drink some coffee?" He asked, after he swallowed a piece of bacon.

"I— uh— I don't feel like it this morning. I'm having some orange juice instead." I replied, trying not to show my revolt at the mention of coffee, as I adjusted Becca's position in my arms.

I hadn't been able to stomach it since the night after getting moved to the compound upstate.

Bucky was the one who drove me there, and helped me get settled in.

After we arrived I made something for us to eat, and we had a few drinks. After that one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we woke up in the living room, under the wool throw blanket the next morning.

We hadn't spoken of that night since but.. it's been almost nine weeks since it happened, and my memories have been coming back slowly.

"But you love drinking your coffee in the morning, it's what keeps you amiable." He pointed out, teasingly, snapping me back into the present.

I avoided his questioning gaze as Becca jumped slightly, pretending to be more interested in the food on my plate.

"Not lately. I just haven't been able to stomach it much." I replied, as I bit into my bacon with a shrug.

"Why? Do you have a stomach bug or something again?" He asked, confused as Jamie shoved a piece of scrambled egg into his mouth happily clapping as he chewed.

"No, not really. I feel fine actually. I just can't seem to drink coffee very often." I shrugged offhandedly.

"That sounds suspicious." He commented, as he continued to drink his coffee.

"It happens, maybe my body doesn't accept it anymore." I suggested, shoving more food into my mouth as I felt Becca's body relax more.

She finally fell asleep again.

I turned to look at Bucky, and could see the wheels turn in his head as he stared off, chewing mindlessly.

"Hey, when was the last time you had your…?" He trailed off, raising a brow.

"Um… why— why do you ask that? You usually don't bother with stuff like that..." I replied evasively, after swallowing some spit in surprise.

"Mariana, when was your last period?" He asked me, point blank.

I looked around the room, thinking of an answer. "A—a week ago…" I lied, before taking a sip of my orange juice.

"Hm… well, why don't you have some coffee then? It'll put me at ease." He said as he offered me his cup.

Son of a bitch. He knew me too well.

My stomach churned at the thought of drinking coffee, but me being stubborn as I am, well I decided to ignore my instinct.

"Go on…" He challenged, calmly.

I sighed, nodding in response before snatching his cup and taking a small sip.

A few moments later I excused myself and rushed up the stairs to lay Becca in her bed before heading to the bathroom.

I threw up all the food I had managed to eat during breakfast. Not stopping until my stomach was empty.

After cleaning up the evidence, I sat there leaning my head against the wall, enjoying the feel of the cold tile on the ground.

I felt a tear fall down the side of my face as I sat there wondering what I was going to do.