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We walked in an unnerving silence to his building. I really didn't want to go in. We got to the door and I couldn't... I didn't want to deal with Bucky right now.

"I can't... I'm getting a hotel room or something." I said as I stood in front of the doors and he sighed.

"Please, Sarah, just go." he said and I could hear an edge in his voice and I shook my head no.

"No, I don't want to." I said and turned to face him. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked at me. I could see a mix of frustration and annoyance. I didn't care about or want to deal with either. I started to walk away and he put his hand out to stop me.

"Please." he said again and I shook my head.

"No, Bucky, I don't want to. I don't want to have whatever conversation you think should happen. I don't have the energy right now." I said and he sighed.

"Sarah, just go in the building." he said again and I glared at him. He obviously wasn't getting the no part so I decided to try something different. I wanted to know why it was so important for him for me to go inside.

"Why? Why should I? I'm not scared of John. What's the worst he will do? Kill me?" I asked him and his eyes widened at that statement. He took a deep breath as he ran his hands over his face. I could tell that he was just as frustrated as I was at this moment.

"I want you to go upstairs so I can protect you because I care about you. I care about you a lot." he finally admitted in a soft voice and I looked at him with a little surprise, but more uncertainty. I cared about him, but at the same time if he had his reasons I wouldn't push him. I would respect that.

"Bucky, we all care about each other. We have become a team... that goes with it." I said and he shook his head as he finally looked at me.

"No, Sarah, I really care about you... I like you. I want to... whatever it's call now... date you?" he said and I felt all he air rush out of my lungs. I knew that Bucky and I had gotten closer, and I had grown to want him around. I just never expected him to think of me like that.

"Bucky..." I was saying when i held up a hand to stop me.

"Please just come upstairs." he said in an almost defeated tone. I finally nodded and he put his hand on my lower back to guide me inside. We took the stairs in silence and he unlocked the door before ushering me inside. I had been to his apartment before, but instead of it being completely barren he had some things to show it was his. I saw a picture on the counter... it was of him and Steve from a few years ago. Steve was going through his wander phase, and Bucky looked happy in that picture. I remember had a secret meeting and Sharon had taken it. I walked over and picked it up.

"Were you dating him then?" he asked me and I almost dropped the picture when he asked me that because I had been lost in looking at the picture.

"No, I had been asked to be reassigned a month before... this was the first time I had seen him since." I said and Bucky walked up to me. I looked at him as he looked at the picture.

"Why did you break up with Steve?" he asked me as he looked at me and I sighed. I didn't want to talk about this... not now and not really ever.

"I wanted him to be Captain America and when we were dating he wasn't really. He would worry more about me than anything else, and I felt that wasn't fair to him or anyone else. I know you all heal faster, but you can still get seriously hurt." I admitted and Bucky nodded.

"You loved him?" Bucky asked me and I chuckled. I had asked myself that question when we were dating, and in some way I did love him.

"I did in some way... or I wouldn't have walked away." I said as I finally looked at him. I saw a lot swirling around in his blue eyes as he studied my face.

"Do you think you could ever think of me like that?" Bucky asked me and my eyes went wide at that question.

"Bucky, you can't ask me that... in fact there is no reason you and I should like each other." I said and I saw him immediately close up.

"Why? Because of my past?" he asked me as i stepped away from him.

"Seriously? Yes, you killed my fiance. You tried to kill me, and I tried to kill you. A few times if I recalled correctly." I said and he shook his head.

"What happened to that shit you told me about moving on?" he asked me and I smirked... so he had been listening from the beginning of our sessions.

"I have moved on, and I have accepted what happens but asking me to love that person is a whole other thing." I answered and his eyes widened at that answer as I saw the anger spread across his face.

"You are full of shit! You made me believe that someone could love me. You made me believe that someone would accept me one day." he hissed at me.

"Yeah, and it's the truth, but I never meant that it would be me." I shot back. He shook his head as I watched him. I saw his fist clinched and I felt something stir in me... I wanted to run. I turned towards the door but he was there in a flash. I looked at him in shock, and I wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt me.

"I opened myself up to you. I helped you. I protected you." he said and I shook my head.

"No one fucking asked you to." I said as I felt my own anger rising. I got ready to say something else when his hand pulled me closer to him as his lips crashed against mine. I felt his fingers digging into my back as our lips molded together almost perfectly. I couldn't stop the moan that came from me, and it only egged him on. He ran his hand up my arm and settled on my cheek. The warmth from my cheek met the coolness of his metal hand that caused a shiver to rip through me.

"Why are you fighting this?" he whispered as he pulled away and I leaned my forehead against his shoulder.

"Because I shouldn't feel this." I admitted and he kissed my forehead as I leaned back to look up at him again. I saw the anger early replaced with desire as I pressed my lips to his again.


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