Oww. What the fuck. You were in pain. You knew that much. Why though? Why were you in pain. Oh yeah. You got shot. You got shot in Sokovia saving Pietro. The last thing you remember was Bucky's face, full of tears. You opened your eyes and slowly looked around. You were in the med wing of the tower. Something was laying on your hand. Turning your head, you saw Bucky, asleep with his head on your hand, and you could feel his hand in yours.

You winced; your throat hurt. "Bucky." You whispered. He didn't stir. "Bucky." You said a little louder and tried to move your hand under his head. He jerked awake and looked up at you. "Ally." He whispered, tears forming in his eyes. "Hey." You said. He stood and leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I was scared you weren't gonna wake up." He whispered into your hair. You smiled and winced when you tried to move. "Oh, this sucks." You told him, raising your hand to heal the gunshot on your side.

Once the pain was gone, you could sit up with ease. You reached out for the water that was on the table, and Bucky handed it to you. Your mouth was dryer than the fucking Sahara. "Oh, that's so much better. How long have a been out?" You asked him. "Almost two days." That's why you still felt so weak, you had probably lost a lot of blood. "How's Pietro?" You asked him. Bucky sighed and sat back down. "He's been in here everyday checking on you. I think he feels guilty. He died in your world, didn't he." You nodded. "I wanted to save him. He and Wanda are good kids, they just had a sad life."

The double doors flung open as Steve entered with a vase of Sunflowers. Your favorite. He stopped when he looked up and saw you were awake. "Ally." He whispered, coming over to your bed in just a few long strides. He set the vase down and looked down at you. "Hey old man." You teased, winking at him. His eyes filled with tears and he gathered you up in his arms. "Oh God I was so worried." He whispered. You smiled against his arm. "I'm a little more indestructible that that Rogers."

While your hand never left Bucky's, you never saw the look of hurt and jealousy on his face at the moment you shared with your best friend. You also didn't know how just seeing that, would push him further away from you, and confirm his thinking that he didn't deserve you.

Dr. Cho insisted that you stay in the med wing for the rest of the day, but then you were allowed to go home. Over the next week, you were told to take it easy, so naturally that meant that Steve and Bucky wouldn't leave your side. They cooked for you, well, Bucky cooked for you, Steve couldn't cook worth a damn, and neither could Tony. Bucky was starting to remember things more, so he was starting to do more. He was cooking, and doing your laundry, which was embarrassing.

You had started and finished Once Upon a Time and watched all eight Harry Potter movies, both of which Bucky and Steve loved, but you were going stir crazy. The day Dr. Cho gave you the go ahead to be a normal person again, the first thing you did was drag Bucky to the park. He didn't want to, suggested Steve take you, but Steve had been working with Wanda, Pietro, Sam and Vision at the new Avengers compound. You were scheduled to move in the beginning of next week.

You had just gotten Starbucks, your Double Chocolate Chip frap tasted like heaven and despite it being like a hundred degrees outside, Bucky wanted hot chocolate. He said it reminded him of winters with Steve, when his mom would always make it for them. It made your heart flutter, when he remembered things, no matter how small they were. That meant that your Bucky was slowly peeking through.

You were watching him, trying to be nonchalant about it, but you were probably doing a bad job. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Your mouth dropped. "Um…I just like seeing you like this, you seem lighter, happier." He gave you a small smile

"I feel lighter. I'm still having nightmares, but not as much. But more things are coming back. They are fuzzy sometimes, like with details, but I can figure out what is real and what's not. Usually." You were smiling like an idiot. You were so happy for him. Without realizing, you slipped your hand in his. He stilled and you looked down, realizing what you had done. "Oh, sorry, I didn't-" You began as you went to pull your hand away. You had only ever really held his hand when he was upset or worried, so you weren't sure if this was okay. His hand tightened around yours. "No, it's okay. I like this." He said, smiling at you.

The compound was better than you expected it to be. You weren't even sure how many acres of land it was on, but it was a lot. There was a giant communal area, with a kitchen, table, three couches and a tv as big as the wall. There was a rec room with pool tables, some arcade games, and a bowling lane, added at your request. Tony had rolled his eyes when you asked, calling you a little kid, before Clint came to your defense.

Your room was in the middle of Bucky's and Steve, and Nat, Sam, and Vision were across the hall. Wanda and Pietro's rooms were on the floor above you, as well as four guest rooms. Tony and Pepper still lived in the penthouse, and Clint had gone home to Laura and the kids, saying he retired.

The gym was impressive, with a giant boxing ring in the middle for sparring. The gun range was pretty great too, with a massive collection of guns, more than Ally had ever seen. At this current moment, Tony had made her close her eyes and was dragging her down the hallway. "If you run me into anything Tony, I swear to God, I'll freeze your dick off."

"And I believe you buttercup, which is why I won't, and oh look were here." You felt him pull you into a room and walk you a few feet before letting you go. "Okay Ally, open your eyes."

The first thing you noticed that it was bright as fuck. When your eyes finally adjusted, you saw the wall in front of you was completely mirrors. The floor was wood. There was a giant sound system, and mats up against the far wall. You knew what this was. "Tony…" Was all you could say. He had built you a dance studio.

"I figured this could be a place you could escape to, if need be." Tony told you. Your eyes were glossy and you were at a loss for words. "How did you…" Tony smiled and jerked his head toward the doorway. "Two birdies told me." You turned to see Bucky and Steve standing there, smiles on their faces. You found your feet taking you to them, throwing an arm around each of them "Thank you both, so much." You whispered. "We'd do anything for you sweetheart." Steve told you.

You leaned back and turned to take in the room again. It was beautiful, way better than the one you had at your studio. The boys went to leave, causing you to turn to them. "Bucky wait, do you have a second?" You asked. He nodded, letting the other two pass him, and he met you in the middle of the room. "So, would you care to share the first dance in the studio with me? Feel free to say no, I'll understand if you don't want to." You rambled out. A grin appeared on his face. "I'd love to."

You smiled and turned, going to pick out a song on your phone. You heard it coming through the speakers as you kicked off your running shoes and made you way back to Bucky.

"This is the song we danced to the first time." He said softly. You nodded. "You remember." He smiled and held out his flesh hand for you to put yours in but hesitated about the metal one. "Hey. It's okay, you're not gonna hurt me. I'm not afraid of it." You told him. He sighed. "You should be."

"I'm not." You slowly grabbed the metal hand and placed it on your lower back, stepping in closer to him. His woodsy scent overtook you and suddenly you felt like that girl from the bar, just dancing with a man for the first time. The two of you moved like clockwork, so graceful, and you were amazed that Bucky hadn't forgotten a step. He spun you around and pulled you even closer when you returned, burying his head in your hair. You could feel the quickening of his heartbeat through you and you stomach was doing flips.

He dipped you when the song was over and helped you stand upright, his arms still around you. "Just like I remembered." You whispered. His face was dangerously close to his and you could feel his breath on you. "You're still a great dancer doll."

"I have a pretty great partner." You told him. His face inched closer to yours and you closed your eyes, too excited for what was coming.

Except it didn't. Your eyes shot open as he let go of you and stepped back. "I'm sorry, I have to go." He said and quickly left the room.

We were so close. What the hell happened?