"I don't think you should spend so much time in the library," Bucky says when Amnesia walks through the door of their flat.

"Why not?" She asks with a frown. They've spent a week in this new apartment. Bucky keeps them moving around the city often enough. He wants to head elsewhere but Amnesia keeps them there as there's a concert from some band coming soon and she wants to experience it. Although he knows it's stupid, he has been unable to say no to her when she asks for something. He's wrapped around her finger and she doesn't even realize it.

"There's too many cameras and sometime they might get lucky," he murmurs. "What if they come for you and I'm not there?"

"Don't worry James, I short circuit the cameras whenever I'm there. I just have to avoid people, and I do. I'm not entirely helpless. Though I admit sometimes the door is hard to open but it's a heavy door and I still have the muscle mass of a five year old."

"I'm going to start training you then. At least you'll be able to put up a fight."

"What makes you think I can't already?" She challenges him.

"You have the muscle mass of a five year old," he repeats her. "Come on doll, you know what's out there. Don't you want to be able to defend yourself if it comes down to it?"

"James, I could have killed you the moment I stepped into this room. Trust me, I'll be fine."

"How? You're not hooked up to the system anymore," he says and Amnesia glares at him before understanding.

"I never told you did I?" She asks herself and Bucky furrows his eyebrows wondering what she didn't tell him.

"I can channel energy and release it thanks to our dear friend Dr Zola," she said then to prove her point she turned their table into another liechtenberg figure. He looks down at the table and closes his eyes. All that static in the air was from her. He frowns and backs away, a hand going to rub his temples.

"I'm going out."

"James, did I do something wrong? I'm sorry," she says and he turns and shakes his head before leaving. Amnesia thinks of the worse and sits down in the single chair remaining at the table, waiting for her soldier to return.

She waits a total of thirty minutes. He's not going to come back. Why would he come back to a monster. She was the key to his torment, why in the world would he come back to her? He put some tip out to the authorities though. They'd be there soon no doubt. As the thoughts of her doom take shape in her head, Amnesia starts to move, packs a duffle bag with her stuff which isn't much at all and heads out the door with the belief that Hydra is coming for her. She misses Sam. Sam would tell her everything is all right and what was really going on.

Without even noticing, she drains the power from the entire block, her eyes glowing white showing the energy she's absorbed. She walks away from the city, headed to the ratty suburbs. She'd head the other way on a normal day. Amnesia isn't paying attention and crosses into the yard of an unfamiliar dog without knowing. The dog attacks, seeing a stranger giving off an even stranger aura and attacks. Amnesia gets knocked to the ground and releases a bunch of energy into the dog as a reflex. The dog falls dead on top of her and she starts to shake, trembling at the sight of the dead dog. She pushes it off her and stands up, her eyes wide and muscles aching. She stares at her hands and calls herself a villain before running off like the devil is at her heels.

Amnesia jumps awake after having fallen asleep maybe half an hour ago. She found and abandoned building that looked extremely unstable after the dog incident. Trusting her instincts, she chose to settle here deciding that no one would come looking as it looks like it'll topple over if you breathed on it just right. She wasn't tired though. With all the energy coursing through her still, she couldn't see herself falling asleep for a while so it's been a little more than ten hours since she last saw Bucky and right now she wishes he was there. She could talk to him and he would ease her boredom.

She fell into a light sleep being too bored to do anything else but at the creak of someone moving she was up and ready to bring the building down with one well-aimed, albeit weak, hit to the wall behind her. She hears another sound and her fist goes flying, hitting the wall and splintering the piece of wood holding it together. The rotted piece of wood breaks, bringing the rafter above her down, and that rafter of course was what held the entire roof up. Her eyes widen realizing the roof is going to go crashing down on her too a tad too late. She screams and then notices the guy in the shadows lunging for her. He causes her to scream even louder. He shushes her and grabs onto her breaking the partially broken wall and exiting through it as the roof comes down.

She's about to zap him but recognizes his blue eyes and his voice mumbling unintelligible words. She stares at him, wondering why she saved him. I've got to be alive if he's going to trade me in she decides and pushes him away but only manages to put him at arms length, his hands placed on her hips to keep her close.

"I thought they got you," James says quietly.

"I thought you got them. You were turning me in," she states and he shakes his head and hugs her.

"Not you doll," she leans her head into his chest, projecting what happened with the dog earlier.

"You should, I'm a monster James."

"I've done worse Nes. And with all the shit in my head, even I can figure out that they're the monsters," he mumbles and she just shakes her head. She's knows his head count, she's stored his file for a while. She knows what he means by worse, but she knows she could top that in an instant. She could destroy the world and no one could stop her. "Do you want to know why I trust you? Your eyes are just like my mother's. They didn't change mind you, but you have the same eyes as her. Creepy, but I knew your eyes and they were like home for me Doll, before I even knew I had one."

"You kept fighting for your people," Amnesia mumbles. "Back when they would wipe you. I couldn't leave you with anything, but you found a way. You kept fighting for the good guys while the bad guys held your strings. I needed to help you. You were my soldier."

"You're my home."

"Five more," James calls out as he mixes the dough for chocolate chip cookies.

"But-I-al-ready-did-five!" Amnesia yells/pants as she continues to do her push ups. Bucky has been training her for the past week after an argument about her powers being too obvious if some average hoodlum was to attack her on the street so despite Amnesia's reluctance to train with anyone except Sam, she accepted his help, and has since gotten an army brat's treatment.

"You'll do five more if you don't get lower," he says smugly, sticking a glob of cookie dough in his mouth.

"Not you too!" She yells catching him in the action.

"You can have some when you're done," he says not knowing the real reason she was protesting his thievery.

"The eggs will make you sick!"

"Never have before. Come on you've got two left."

Amnesia finishes and collapses on the hard wooden floor. She catches her breath then get up and walks over to the small excuse for a kitchen to take the bowl from Bucky. He scowls as she does so then goes to the tray she bought and starts putting the dough on the tray like she was going to before Bucky gave her the push up assignment. He figured out very quickly he couldn't keep her focused on a single task for longer than two-three minutes depending on the difficulty and decided random exercises at random times will keep her improving and if he keeps her mind busy as she does them, get solid results. He's gotten her to the point where she can throw a solid punch which could in turn buy her time to get away but he's not stopping there.

As for Amnesia, she deciding that after she hadn't been able to taste her cookies the last time she made them due to an explosion that destroyed half of the compound, she'd make more despite the inconvenience gaining all of the supplies would be. She decided in the end though, that the smile it put on her James's face was worth it. She glanced up at him as he wrote in his journal. The journal broke her heart but she understood his reasons for keeping it. In the spiral notebook Bucky kept were documents of his days, descriptions of memories, any blip of information that pertained to who he is. Even though Amnesia doesn't think it's possible, Bucky doesn't want to lose his memories ever again.

"Hey James?"

"Hmm?"

"Tomorrow when I go to the library I'm going to order a few things online, where should I have them dropped off?" Amnesia asks cautiously once her thoughts bring her to music.

"You shouldn't."

"I promise I'll be careful, the only real information I'd give them is an address and it won't even be ours."

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Please? It's just a record player? And a few records of course. I thought you might like it..." she trails off letting him catch on to her idea and he realizes she's trying to give him a piece of what he had, music and a pretty girl to dance with. He sighs and spouts off an address of the best apartment building in the city aware he'll have to look out for deliveries there until he knows the schedule. "Thank you," she says with a wide smile and he smirks realizing she's got him wrapped around her finger. "What?" Amnesia asks hearing his quiet chuckle.

"Nothing, 'Nes, just laughing at myself," he tells her, returning to his writing as she slips the tray into the oven, knowing the rest won't fit and she'll have to wait. She watches him drag the pen across the paper, fascinated by the smooth movement.

"Did you know calligraphy technically dates all the way back to the stone age? A lot of historians don't count it though because people at the time mostly conveyed with pictures but calligraphy by definition is a written art form so if pictures were the language, calligraphy could be used to describe the fancy stuff. Hannibal Lecter had good handwriting," Amnesia starts to spout off her thoughts and Bucky smiles at the habit he's noticed she doesn't realize she has. Some, well, many, would find it annoying but he finds it in a word, adorable. It reminds him of a childlike innocence, and the days when he'd run home and tell his mother that Pluto isn't actually a planet like she didn't already know.

"Do I have good handwriting?"

"I don't know," she tells him and he frowns in confusion. "I don't read what you write. They made me pick you apart, I know almost everything about you James, and what's in that journal, is what you see everyday. You shouldn't know everything about a person. It's an invasion of privacy. I won't do it again." He remains unmoving for the duration of her explanation. Still as a statue, pen poised to continue writing. When she finishes he moves so quickly that he startles her but he's holding her tightly before she can jump.

She's just as broken as him. She too was a weapon, only perhaps with an even more diabolical purpose. She was gun. He thought he was, but now he knows she was, and he was merely the bullets. Without the gun, Hydra couldn't shoot. He could hate her, because without her, he could've escaped a lifetime of torment, but he knows she had no choice. She was the hero, trying to save him, because without the bullets, a gun is as useful as a paperweight.

"Can I tell you what I write about?" He asks quietly, his mouth near her ear. Amnesia's mind is running rampant, focusing on his words, the heat given off by the winter soldier, which is higher than any normal person, well any normal healthy person, the parodox of his name the winter soldier when he runs about 102 easily, his metal arm which is polar opposite of his body and quite cold, but mostly she focuses on his scent because he doesn't smell like the shower gel she got him and he really needs to take a shower but she doesn't care about that too much honestly.

"I write about what I don't want to forget. Most of the time, that's you."

AN: if anyone has a link to view Civil War with and wants to send it to me that'd be cool 'cause I'm starting to get to where the movie ties in and I'm a sucker for accuracy and I don't want to wait for it to come out on DVD. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews, I read them all, and thanks for following/favoriting all that jazz.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, if I did Clint Barton's shield would not be made of quicksilver but I do not so c'est la vie