Hey everyone, here's the next chapter. It's short and a filler. Figured I should add a bit of character development before we get to the action. Anyway please read and review. Enjoy.

I don't know how long it's been since Zola injected me with the serum but the next time I regain consciousness, I'm still on the same lab table but Zola is not there.

"Bucky?" I call out. I hope he's okay. I hear him groan. "Bucky, are you okay?"

"Mm" I hear him. "It's too bright," He mumbles. I let out a sigh of relief.

"How long was I out for?" I ask.

"Don't know I blacked out a few minutes after you." He says a little more awake now. "Are you okay? You started screaming and you said my name before you passed out?"

"I think I'm okay. Whatever he injected into me made me feel like I was on fire." I say.

"Me too. I feel a bit light headed right now." He says.

"We should try to get some rest while we can. I have a feeling this isn't the only thing that creep has planned for us." I say feeling a bit more calm knowing he was all right.

"Yeah I'll try, though I don't think I'll be able to get much rest." He says.

"I know, but right now that's all we can do." I say with resignation. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here?

"Hey Doll, Where are you from?" He asks.

"I already told you I'm from the future, 2011. Remember?" I say.

"I know that. I meant where did you grow up?" He asks.

"Bucky I don't really think now's the time for twenty questions." I retort.

"Like you said before we're not getting out of these things unless someone gets us out. So in the mean time why not distract ourselves and get to know each other." He says. I realize he's probably trying to stay calm in a seemingly hopeless situation. Oh what the hell as long as I don't say things that can alter the outcome of major events everything should be okay.

"I'm from Texas. I grew up on a ranch outside of Dallas." I say.

"Never been to Texas. You don't have an accent though." He says.

"I lived in Texas until I was thirteen then I moved away to college." I say.

"You started college at thirteen?" He says shocked.

"Yeah. Starting college at an early age is sort of a family tradition. I'm currently in Medical School." I say.

"You're going to be a doctor?" He says.

"Well technically I already am. I have a Ph.D. in physics from MIT." I say.

"Wow. I was lucky to have finished High School." He says, "Steve was in Art school before the war. He was really good. Got a few comics in the paper."

"Always wanted to learn how to draw. Took an art class in college once. My professor said I had no talent and told me to switch the class." I said chuckling at the memory of my art professor evaluating my stick figure drawings.

"It's okay Doll. I can sketch a bit but nowhere near as good as Steve. Wish he had stayed in art school instead of dropping out so he could try to enlist. He is so stubborn. He got rejected five times and started lying on the enlistment form. Last time I saw him he was going to go try again." He gets sad towards the end when he mentioned the last time he saw Steve.

"You never know, he might surprise you." I say.

"You say that because you don't know him. Steve's a ninety-pound asthmatic with a giant list of health problems there's no way the army would take him. That's one of the only things keeping me sane right now. Knowing he's safe and as far away as possible from this mess." He says with a bit of fear.

He's a lot closer than you'd think.

"Is that why you said he was afraid I'd reject him if I ever met him?" I asked.

"Yeah." He sighs and stays quiet for a bit before saying. "We always wondered when we were going to meet you. Steve's always been sick. There were a couple of times His Ma and I didn't know if he was going to make it. He always thought that he would die before he got the chance to meet you. Whenever he would say that I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I thought that if we went out on dates he would feel a bit more confident and maybe make him feel more prepared if we ever did meet you. Steve and I have always been together." He paused I guess to see my reaction.

"Okay?" I said.

"When I say together I mean in the romantic sense." He says sounding really nervous.

"I kind of figured. The way you talk about him, its pretty obvious you love him." I say. I guess he thought I'd have a problem with them being together. I know gay relationships didn't really become more accepted until the 1970's and even then there are a lot of people that are still against it.

"You're all right with that?" He says.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I say.

"Most people tend to not be so accepting of our relationship. We normally just tell people we're best friends, practically brothers, to avoid trouble." He explains.

"Bucky, I am no one to judge a person's love life. As long as you two make each other happy who cares what anyone else thinks." I say. "Why are you so nervous?"

"You're amazing." Is all he says.

"You say this now, just wait until you really get to know me and you might change your mind." I say.

"I doubt it. Besides, I spent way too much time waiting for you to run off at the first sign of trouble. Sorry Doll you're stuck with me."

"If we weren't tied up to these stupid tables, I'd probably hug you."

"That'd be nice. Rain check?" He says.

"Of course," I say with a smile.

"What about you? No boyfriends you left behind in the future?" He asks.

"No one. Hasn't been anyone for years."

"I find that hard to believe." He says.

"Trust me when I tell you my love life is non-existent." I say. This is a topic I was hoping to avoid.

"You never had a boyfriend?"

"Well yes and no."

"How does that work?"

"It was about two years ago for me, 2008. I was in Dublin for a study abroad program. I met a guy and we started off as friends. A couple of days before I was supposed to go back to the States, we went out to celebrate that I was being awarded my Ph. D. I had liked him for a while but figured we were better off as friends so I didn't pursue anything with him. That night we were dancing and he decided to tell me he had feeling for me and we kissed. That led to us spending the night together. The next morning I got a call telling me that my dad was in trouble and I had to get back as soon as possible. We stayed in touch after I left. We called each other and sent letters. That happened for about three months, then one day he calls me to tell me he met his soul mate and that was the end of that."

"Was he your first?" He asks. I know he doesn't just mean boyfriend.

"Yeah, he was the only one." I say.

"No one since?"

"Nope, two years and nothing."

He was quiet for a minute before he said, "I thought I had it bad, no action for over five months, but two years, wow."

I can't help but laugh, "It's not so bad, Body pillows help."

"Pillows?" He says while trying to control his laughing. His laugh is one of the most amazing sounds I've ever heard.

I feel my stomach start to growl. "You know what I'm craving right now? A bacon cheeseburger with some fries."

He moans, "That sounds amazing. There's this dinner a couple of blocks down from our apartment that has the best burgers and malts..."

"Aww chocolate malts are my favorite." I say.

"I love getting fries and dipping…"

"Dipping them in the malt. It makes them taste so good." I say.

"You two? Steve says I'm weird for doing that."

"It's weird not to like doing that." I defend. That makes him chuckle.

We get quiet for a minute. I start to feel drowsy. I close my eyes to rest for a minute.

"Doll?"

"Mhh, Yeah." I reply sleepily.

"If we ever get out of here, you want to go on a date?" He asks.

I blush and then say, "When we get out of here, I'd love to go on a date with you."

As I start to drift off to sleep I hear him say, "One more reason to stay alive."