AN: Thank you! Thank you! I am so glad you all enjoyed the first story and chapter! You guys are so awesome! And yes! He is no longer soldier (thank you for pointing that out gamerchic) he is Bucky again. NESSAANCALIME6913: I know, right? I had to put that in there. I enjoyed writing that one. Anyway... please enjoy and comments/constructive criticism are always appreciated. Happy reading!

CHAPTER 2

Once they settled into the small motel room, Allie took a can of soup from her backpack and popped it open. She divided the soup into two coffee mugs and began to make bologna sandwiches as Bucky made his way to the bathroom. When she finished prepping their meal, Allie stopped outside for a smoke. After she lit her cigarette, Allie took out a piece of paper from her pocket.

Okay, let me rewind. After she had a vision of meeting up with Bucky, she found the unopened birthday gift Coulson gave her. He left an empty wrapper of a charleston chew and a note wrapped around a disk drive that said: "When you need me" and a phone number underneath. Now, to the present.

She went to a payphone in an alley on the side of the motel. She hesitantly dialed the number and hoped that it would work. When a male's voice finally answered, she sucked in a quick breath"Coulson?"

There was a pause. "Who is this?" the man asked with a serious tone.

"It's Alexandra Pierce," she tried to not sound urgent when she recognized his voice. "I need your help."

Bucky stood in the shower, enjoying the warm water rinse off every inch of his body. The dirt from his body and hair created a grey color from the mixture of the water. He watched it flow from his feet and stream its way down the drain. He couldn't remember the last time he showered, but he was sure it had been too long. When Bucky finished cleaning himself off, he grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist after he dried himself off. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed Allie was missing. He instinctively grabbed a gun he spotted from her backpack and aimed it at the door when he heard it open.

Startled by a clicking noise as she entered the room, she jolted with a start. She found Bucky standing in front of her with a gun in hand and nothing to cover himself.

"Oh, Jesus!" She slammed the door shut and turned away from the sight before her. Her cheeks burned from embarrassment, however, she couldn't prevent the smile that escaped her lips.

When he realized who it was, Bucky set the gun on the coffee table and scrutinized the girl before him. He was curious as to why wouldn't look at him.

Allie turned heard her head back to look back at him to see if he was still naked. He was. She snapped her head back toward the door while covering the side of her face with her hand. "Right - um - I brought you some clothes," she broke the awkward silence as she continued to cover her face and stumbled toward her backpack. She kept her head down to avoided eye contact as she dug out a shirt, a pair of jeans, and boxers. As she handed him the clean clothes, she took a sneak peek at his package before she glanced away. "I wasn't sure what your sizes were, so if it doesn't fit, I apologize in advance."

He cautiously took the clothes from her small hand, never taking his eyes off of her. He wasn't embarrassed. In fact, being naked in front of strangers wasn't new to him. He wanted to say 'thank you', but somehow the words never found its way out.

"You should put on some clothes while I heat up our dinner," she suggested

After he dressed himself, Bucky sat across the table from Allie and peered down at his food with a slight hint of distaste.

"I know it's not much, but it was all I could snag from a gas station," she announced when she noticed the expression he held on his face. "You should eat. I'm not sure when our next meal will be."

Bucky kept his eyes on the soup as he grabbed the mug and looked inside. Chicken noodle soup. He preferred stew. Stew... When was the last time he had stew? Someone would make it often for him. He brushed the memory aside and chugged down the salty warm soup from the cup. Allie stared at him as she spooned her soup and shoved it in her mouth. When he adverted his eyes at her, Allie shamefully looked back down at her food and they continued to eat in silence.

"It was a Soviet soldier who found you when you fell of the train. They knew you were American and planned on keeping you as hostage, however, HYDRA somehow knew you were with the Soviet's and made a deal. They eventually became allies while Zola continued his experiments on you. We were the first subject to the Winter Solder Program. They replaced what was left with your left arm with a metal prosthetic. You were ordered to commit extreme assassinations throughout our history," Allie paused when he winced at the last part of her explanation. "I can stop here and continue tomorrow, if it's too much-"

"No," he snapped at her.

She was too stunned to continue and stared at him like a deer in headlights.

"Tell me more... please?" his eyes softened.

She took a moment to recollect herself before she continued. "Um - Where was I? Oh - The Soviets created a Memory Suppressing Machine - which is the same Pierce used on you to forget about me," her eyes widened when the words flowed out of her mouth. 'Control your emotions, dammit!' she scolded herself. She cleared her throat and carried on when Bucky seemed unfazed. "Anyway, later in time - Pierce eventually followed HYDRA and became the leader. You were sworn to protect me. I've known you my whole life." She looked down at her hands as she sank into the queen sized bed.

Bucky sat on the couch and listened to his own story from someone he barely remembered. It was odd, but somehow it comforted him to know that he didn't come from nothing. He didn't come out of thin air. He was a son, a brother and a friend. So many... feelings swarmed through him that it was difficult for him to recognize what it was he felt. Anger? Resentment? Or maybe what overwhelmed him the most was that he felt cheated.

"Bucky?"

He looked up at the sound of his name. He met a pair of amber eyes and exhaled deeply from his nostrils. Maybe he had heard enough. "You should get some sleep."

"I'm fine," she said, defiantly.

He gave her a long hard look. Her eyes were slightly sunken in her sockets and dark circled had formed around them. "How many hours since you last slept?"

"Fifty-nine hours," she shrugged.

He sighed and gave her a look that made her feel like a child as he advanced toward the bed. He took the sheet that was tucked in the bed and pulled it out to cover her body. She silently slid down into the bed and laid her head against the pillow as she watched him turn off the light and walk back to the couch. "Are you not sleeping?"

"I'll be on watch. Now, sleep."