They made it to Wakanda, landing the quinjet. Okoye and several members of the Dora Milaje where waiting to greet them as they disembarked.

"Welcome Captain, We have accommodations prepared for you and your friends," She told them.

"And me?" Bucky asked her.

"Give us a few hours, and we will be ready for you," She told him as she walked, escorting them to their accommodations.

"What's going on?" Rebecca asked Bucky.

"The Wakadans are quite technologically advanced," Bucky explained.

"I can see that," She said, looking at the place around them.

"King T'Challa has agreed to help me… get this stuff out of my head," Bucky said. Rebecca smiled.

"That's great!" She said.

"Tell her the rest, Buck," Steve warned as they walked.

"The rest?" She asked. Bucky sighed.

"It's going to take time for them to figure it out… how to unscramble my brain."

"Understandable," She said.

"Until then…" He started, not sure how to tell her.

"He wants to put himself back on ice until they figure it out?" Steve supplied.

"On ice… like cryostasis?" She asked. Bucky nodded. "Why?"

"Because I can't trust myself... "

"How long?" She asked

"A few months… a few years, however long it takes."

"Years!?" She yelled, getting everyone's attention. "I just found you…" she said quieter.

"It's too dangerous… someone just needs to say a few words and… it's safer this way," Bucky argued.

"For who? You?" She snapped at him.

"Becca…" He said, using Steve's pet name for her.

"Do not use that name," She said, walking away from him.

"I'll talk to her," Steve told Bucky as he moved past his friend, going to stand next to Rebecca as she walked.

"Do not…" She seethed at him. He put his hands up, offering her a truce. The Dora Milaje took them to their rooms. Rebecca went into the one she was assigned, closing the door on Steve, not wanting to talk to anyone right now.

The others decided to ignore their tiff, as they continued to be shown their accommodations. Steve stood by her door waiting for the others to leave. He sighed at her door for a moment before he took a breath, going in without knocking.

"I know you're angry but that doesn't mean you should shut me out…" He snapped at her, closing the door. He looked at her, seeing that the anger had faded and tears were now streaming down her face. He let out a breath, his own anger fading away.

"Come here," He said, offering her his arms and she took them.

"We just found him," She cried into his chest. "I don't want to say goodbye to him…"

"It's not going to be forever… just until he can be whole… be the man that you would be proud to call your father…"

"I understand why… does not mean I have to like it…" She said. He smiled at her.

"But you do have to accept it," He told her. "Hey, Why don't you get a shower, get changed, take a nap if you can. You've had a crazy week. You must be exhausted," He said, kissing the top of her head, letting her go. "I'll check on you in a little bit," He told her before he left.


Steve knocked on Rebecca's room a few hours later, cleaned up. He was dressed in some slacks and a shirt they provided him. He waited a moment before she opened the door to let him in. As soon as she came into view, Steve's breath hitched a little.

"Like it?" She asked, twirling a little in her new dress. It was a blue and purple design, form fitted for the top half, buttons down the front along with long sleeves. The bottom was more free-flowing as the skirt went to her ankles. She had a pair of matching gloves.

"They gave me several choices to wear," She told him, "But this one stood out," she said with a smile.

"I love it…" He said honestly. He had never seen her in a dress before. She smiled at him.

"I figured I could be a girl for a little while since we are safe and all," She told him.

"I approve of that decision," he said moving in closer, pulling her into a kiss. She moaned into that, before breaking it.

"I can tell." She says with a smile. "So what brought you back here?" She asked, knowing from the kiss something was bothering him.

"Come with me," He said. She nodded and started to follow him.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To say goodbye."

"I do not want to say goodbye," she argued.

"It's not going to be forever…"

"I still do not want too," She said, pouting like a little child.

"That's fine, but just be there. You'll regret it if you don't," He said. She huffed but let him lead her there. They walked in, seeing Bucky have been prepared for his stay in Cryostasis. He was sitting on a table, in a white tank top and white pants. Bucky noticed as they entered, looking hopeful at Rebecca. Steve placed a hand on her back but she refused to approach. Steve sighed. He kissed her forehead before going to talk to Bucky.

"She doesn't look like she wants to be here…" Bucky said.

"She doesn't want to say goodbye. I'm with her on that one. You sure about this?" Steve asked Bucky.

"I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing, …for everybody." He said, looking over at his daughter.

"Take care of her Steve…" He said.

"You know I will," Steve said, before giving Bucky a hug. Steve looked at Rebecca then. She was watching them but still didn't approach.

Bucky got off the table, approaching the cryo pod before Rebecca began to move without even realizing it. She walked up to Bucky. He smiled at her before pulling her into a hug.

"Hey, when I come out… when I'm truly myself, we can try this whole family thing…" He told her.

"You promise…" she asked him.

"I promise," He said, kissing the top of her head quickly before pulling away, moving to go into the pod. Steve smiled at her, pulling her into his arms as they watched as Bucky began to freeze.

They left the unit, lost in thought. They found their way to a window, looking out to the wonders that were Wakanda.

"Do you think we are truly safe here?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah, I really think we are." He told her. They felt a presence come up to them. Steve looked to see T'Challa.

"Thank you for this." He told him.

"Your friend and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…" he explained.

"You know, If they find out he's here… they'll come for him." Steve said with a smile, knowing better.

"Let them try," T'Challa said.

"I'd like to see that," Steve told him. T'Challa smiled.

"You and your friends are welcome in Wakanda," T'Challa told them. "Stay as long as you like."

"Thank you," Steve said. T'Challa nodded to them before leaving the couple alone.

They looked out at the scene before them. After a few minutes, a yawn formed on Rebecca's lips. Steve smiled at that.

"Hey, let me take you back to your room. You need some sleep," He told her.

"Join me?" She asked, innocently. His hand went to rub his face before he gave her a smirk.

"If I join you… you won't be getting any sleep," He told her honestly.

"Oh…" She said a slight blush forming on her cheeks.

"I could have lost you…" he explained to her, kissing the top of her head. "I don't want to lose any more time. I don't want to have any more regrets." She closed her eyes, taking in his scent.

"Neither do I…" she told him, her voice low and husky. He let out a groan.

"You're tired. You need rest," He argued, with himself as well as her. She wanted to argue back but she knew he was right. She sighed.

"Tonight…" She promised him. He smiled at her. He leaned in, kissing her lips for just a moment before whispering into her ear.

"Tonight then…" He told her, sending a chill down her spine. He pulled back from her, smirking. "But until then… rest," He offered her as he walked her back to her room.


Later that evening, Steve knocked on her door. She answered with a smile.

"We are getting together for dinner, care to join us?" he asked.

"Sure," She said before closing her door, following him.

"You look refreshed… got some sleep?" he asked.

"Yes, I think I slept most of the afternoon."

"Good," He said, giving her a look. She smiled at that, holding onto his arm, pulling him closer as they walked. His arm wrapped around her shoulder. As they approached the dining room, his arm slipped off her shoulder, hand going to rest on her back, allowing himself the subtle contact.

She walked in to see Clint, Scott, Natasha, Sam, and Wanda sitting around a table, a feast on it.

"Wow, they go all out for their guests," Rebecca said as they sat at the table, Rebecca next to Clint, Steve sitting next to her. They all began to eat and talk.

"This looks amazing," she said.

"Compared to what we been eating for the past few days, anything would be amazing," Sam said.

"No it's just amazing," Clint argued as he ate. They talked and ate, enjoying the company of their friends.

"So how close are you getting with Steve?" Clint whispered to Rebecca with a smile, teasing her.

"I heard that Clint… and it's none of your business," Steve said as he went back to his meal.

"Oh come on, can't we ask if there are any wedding bells or little Caps in the future," Clint teased. She smiled at Steve, mischievous.

"We have been getting close… but it's not like we have fondued yet…" she said quietly, trying to hold in a laugh. Steve choked on his drink then.

"Fondue?" Clint asked, a little louder.

"I told you that in private.." Steve told her. She busted out laughing at the embarrassed look on his face, her laughter getting unwanted attention.

"Oh, I'm guessing that's an interesting story," Natasha said.

"And one you're not going to hear…" Steve said. Rebecca gave her a look that read she would tell her about it later.

"Sorry for interrupting. Do you mind if I join you?" They heard T'challa say. A few of them started to stand, before he put a hand up, stopping them. "You don't have to do that…" He told them as they sat back down.

"Join us," Steve said as he sat at the dinner table. "Thank you for all this."

"It's the least I could do for you. You helped me bring my father's killer to justice," T'challa told him. Steve smiled.

"And thank you for helping my father," Rebecca said. T'Challa nodded to her.

"It's the least I could do for trying to kill an innocent man," He told her.

"Speaking about that… are we going to get in any trouble? For you know… trying to kill you?" She asked him. T'challa smiled at that.

"In my culture, combat is welcomed. Besting me in the right circumstance can win you the crown," He explained.

"Really?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't get any ideas," Steve said.

"But it would be nice to be the queen," She joked, getting a laugh from the table. Steve leaned in and whispers into her ear.

"You're already my queen," He said to her. "And I plan on showing you tonight." He teased her, paying her back for earlier. She couldn't help but blush at that.

"Ooooh now you need to share that," Sam teased them.

"Leave them alone, they're too cute," Natasha piped in. They all continued to talk for a little bit, enjoying the food and drink that was offered to them.

"So what are our plans?" Sam said at one point.

"Not sure, but for right now, I like to rest for a little bit. If we see something that we agree we need to handle, then we handle it," Steve told them

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like," T'challa said.

"That is great and all, but some of us have other places we would like to be," Clint told them.

"It might not be the best idea to go home," Steve told him.

"I know, but it's still something I want to do… I can handle what comes after that." Clint said.

"So can I…" Scott piped in, "I'd like to head home too," he said. Steve looked like he was thinking it over.

"Give us a few days to recover and we will take you home," He told them. The two men nodded. "Anyone else?" Steve asked, looking mostly at Wanda.

"No… we're with you, Cap," Sam said, getting nods from the rest.

"Then let's toast," T'challa said, raising his glass. They all grab their glasses holding them up.

"To friends. Whether they be old or new, to wherever we may travel, may we never forget each other. May we always hold a place for them in our hearts." Rebecca couldn't help but smile, looking over at her friends. This may not have been what she wanted for them, or the family she had before, but she knew, she was still home.

"To family," She added, getting a nod from the table. They clinked glasses, looking at each other before they all took a drink.