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Sarah - Yes, life lesson learned. As you can tell i like to put a little humor in serious moments. Why? Because it lightens the mood. Life isn't always so serious. Lol.

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Hope you guys like this chapter. And I have a few more stories I am working on. come check them out ad let me know what you think! Happy reading and enjoy!

CHAPTER 7

He stared out the window on the bus to look at the moon with his arm wrapped around Allie's shoulder. He glanced down at her and sighed. She was asleep. She looked so peaceful and it was already ten o'clock, he didn't have the heart to wake her of his own selfishness. Instead, he sat and opened the door in the back of his mind to release the bad memories.

The worst one was when she called him a monster and how it affected him, even in the present. He remembered when he was brought back to the bank, all he felt was regret. That was something he never wanted to be. He always dreamed f being something better. A hero. Which is why he decided to join the army before the draft. The one thing he truly wanted was to defend those of need who could never help themselves. He wanted to help those who were like Steve.

'Steve...'

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, had always been his best friend. He remembered the day the first met. It was 1926, Bucky was on his way to school when he saw an older boy kicking a smaller kid while he was on the ground. He never liked bullies. He went right over to the older boy and punched him in the gut which caused the boy to fall on his rear end. The smaller boy introduced himself as Steve, and they've been friends ever since.

Allie reminded him of Steve. She was always so determined, driven. Steve knew he would join the army one way or another, and he did. Allie has a drive in her, but he wasn't exactly sure what it was yet.

48 hours later... Bogota, Columbia

They looked deep into each other's eyes as the warm water rushed down on their bare skin. Bucky traced his fingers on her lips before he leaned in and kissed her gently. She pressed her hands against his chest for support as she kissed him back, passionately. As Bucky ran his hand down the curves of her waist, Allie gingerly grabbed his dark locks to force his body closer to hers. A soft moan escaped his lips and pressed her back against the tiled walls. Allie wrapped her legs around his waist.

Allie woke up in a soft bed by herself, confused. She looked around the room and found Bucky doing pushups with only his normal arm. He was shirtless. She could see every muscle that was visible to the human eye. As she shifted from her spot, she felt the dampness of her underwear and her face heated up.

'Oh god,' she groaned internally.

Bucky heard the creaks of the bed and turned his head to find Allie climb out of bed. He watched her run into the bathroom and shut the door as he stopped his morning work out. He stood from his spot and went to her backpack to grab a protein bar. There was a drawing that seemed all too familiar to him. It was placed in between the snacks and her notebooks. He pulled the drawing out of the bag to get a closer look. It was what appeared to be a sunflower.

"Soldier!" The girl called out as she opened the car door. The soldier turned to face the little girl. She sat next to him and quickly buckled her seat belt. His eyes softened when she looked up at him with joy. "I drew something for you," she announced as she dug into her princess backpack. She hurriedly took out a sheet of paper and handed it to him. He gingerly took it from her small hand and gave it a look. It looked like a sunflower. She took the time to draw him something, and for some reason, it gave him a warm feeling. "Soldier?" A small voice brought him back to reality. He looked at the young girl next to him who looked concerned. "Do you like it?"

"Bucky?"

He turned his head around toward the bathroom. She walked toward him in her white robe.

Allie walked toward him in her white robe and noticed the picture he held in his hand. "Yeah, I drew that twenty years ago."

He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at it. "You drew it for me. Why do you have it?"

"You stayed with us, twenty-four-seven. You put it on the 'fridge, and after you killed our driver, Pierce took you away. I kept just in case you ever came back, but you never remembered who I was."

Bucky looked up at her with an expression she had only seen twice in her life. He was torn.