Almost every elderly person listed (except Kat's grandma herself) is based off a real person that is over 100 and gives great advice, a video with all of them can be found here: watch?v=9AThycGCakk Seriously they're great people.


"I think it went well," Kat said to Sam as they crossed the street, only to nearly get hit by a cab.

"Get out of the street!" the man hollered.

"Oh, go back home to your Mom's basement!" Sam shouted as Kat laughed.

"Damn!"

"This is why I left New York," he grumbled.

"Oh, please. You left right after your tours as if New York wasn't American enough for you and you had to be right by the President to feel like you did some service to the country."

"God, how I missed our little talks," he said sarcastically. "So you think he's getting better?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, but he's talking to me and I think he's starting to understand that I'm not out to get him which is definite improvement."

Sam nodded. "That's something," he agreed. "Better than him staring at you for hours saying absolutely nothing. Has he snapped at you?"

"He's really just spoken angrily. I don't think he understands my purpose, so he's just really confused."

"It could be worse. He could be cursing at you or threatening you."

"Oh, I don't think he's past that. He just had a good day. It's always; confusion, then anger, then a bit of confusion as his mind works out where he is, then acceptance. At least that's how it was with my dad."

Sam nodded and sighed as he looked up at the sign that read: Waterford on the Bay Senior Living. "Do I really have to come with you? Last time I was here all the over eighties poked and prodded at me, giggling about how I was in the Army."

She giggled and wrapped her arm around her best friend. "You should be excited to come here then. You might find yourself a girlfriend. The one group of people that would be a step up from me," she laughed. "Come on. Mama is waiting."

Heading inside the retirement home was like a breath of fresh air for was her element. Making friends with people her own age was difficult but making friends with people three times her age was surprisingly easy.

"Hello, Kathy!" An elderly man named Cliff called.

"Hi, Cliff!" She waved happily. "Still taking a spot of whiskey each day?"

He chuckled. "It's not on the national health," he said as he held up a glass of whiskey.

"A hundred and one? It never will be, but whatever helps."

"Oh, hello, darling," a Czechoslovakian elderly woman muttered, reaching out a hand to hold Kat's hand.

"Hi, Emilia, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm doing very well. I see you've brought young Samuel here, are you two still together?"

Kat laughed. "Oh, no, but don't you worry. He was very good to me. I broke it off for personal reasons."

"It's a shame. You two would have made a lovely bride and groom. Is there anyone new in your life?" Emilia asked hopefully.

Instantly Bucky popped into Kat's mind, but she shook the thought away. "Um, no one at the moment. But I'll be sure to keep you updated on my love life. I promise," she chuckled

"Oh, good," Emilia smiled.

They walked past the room with one of her favorite guys to talk about music to. An elderly man named John.

He was listening to the Schenectady New York on his old radio with the jazz bands.

She leaned in really quickly.

"Psst, John! Hate to interrupt but I just really quickly wanted to tell you that I found someone who likes Sinatra and Buddy Rich! And before you ask, no it's not this one," she said, jabbing a finger at Sam. "He wouldn't know the difference between Sarah Vaughan and Doris Day if it smacked him upside the head."

John laughed and Sam stared at her in confusion as she darted to her grandma's room. "Hold on, was that an insult?!"

"Mama!" She exclaimed as she swung around into the room.

"Kitty Kat!" Her grandmother cried and held out her arms. Kat ran to her grandmother

"Oh, you brought Sam as well," Kat's grandmother Dorothy muttered.

"Right, I'm gonna wait in the hall," he sighed.

"Wait- Mama!" She scolded.

"What? Are you dating him again?" Dorothy looked concerned that she had just offended her granddaughter's boyfriend.

Kat rolled her eyes. "God, no," she sighed, sitting down beside her grandma. "There is one other man though, but being with him is kind of impossible."

"Oh, darling please don't tell me you're crushing on that Bucky boy again. How many times must I say this? He has passed on."

"That's the thing though. Remember on the news when they said they found the frozen body of Captain America? The war hero?"

"Of course I do, dear! I'm old not senile!"

Kat smiled. "Well, sort of the same thing happened to him and he was recently found."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go after him before I do!" Dorothy insisted.

Kat laughed. "That's the problem. He kinda has a memory problem and is hostile."

Dorothy's gaze turned cold. "Don't do it Kitty Kat. I know you've loved him since you were, what? Seven? But if he hurts you he will just be another Robert."

She sighed and placed her head on the bed. "I'm his doctor."

"Well, treat him and leave it at that."

"How can I? He's so beautiful, Mama, and there was this moment today when I was reading to him and I just felt like there could be something there."

Dorothy watched her grandchild carefully. She saw in her eyes that she cared about this man. She had loved him all her life after all. The old woman just worried that this man might not feel the same, or worse, he might hurt her beautiful granddaughter. She knew if she said no her little Kitty Kat would not try anything with this man. She would stop picturing a future all together because she valued her grandmother's opinion dearly, but Dorothy couldn't just look into those eyes so filled with love and say no.

"If you feel there is a slight chance there could be a future with this man then you try, but if he hurts you or you start to doubt he doesn't feel the same, I want you to stop and save yourself and your heart above all else."

Kat smiled at her grandmother. "Thank you, Mama," she stood up and kissed the old woman on the cheek. "Now what's this I hear about a new boyfriend?"


Bucky was going restless. Where did she go? The woman with the soft voice and the kind eyes.

She treated him differently despite knowing what he was. She wasn't like the others and Bucky wasn't sure if that was just a sign of stupidity or weakness.

Regardless, he found her presence was somewhat calming. She seemed to understand a deeper part of him. A part that he himself could barely remember.

He found that he needed her.

The other night when she slept in the room with him, he didn't have dreams about Hydra, instead he had a dream about going to see a band play with Steve.

A happy memory.

Before her, he didn't know he had any of those left. Up until she arrived all his memories had violence, torture, and war in them. He didn't think wholesome things existed in the world let alone in his head.

When she was gone and he was alone in the room, the bad things often rose to the surface. Things he didn't like remembering.

The electricity burned through his veins like fire. "You do not disobey, Soldier. You do not fight back. You have one purpose and that is to serve Hydra, understand?!" The voice barked, but Bucky had no idea who it was.

His eyes were squeezed shut in pain as the man increased the volts running through his body.

"Understand?!"

"Yes!" He cried.

The man smiled. "Good, now we wipe you."

He screamed as new technology slowly shifted towards his head before clenching his skull roughly.

He didn't want to forget.

Not again.

The door opened with a soft click and Kat walked in with a coffee from some place called Starbucks, and a small bag with the same label as the cup.

"Chto, chert voz'mi, ty zdes' delayesh'?!" Bucky spat.

She took a deep breath. "Nice to see you too, Bucky."

Bucky glared at her. He wanted to kill her. To just end it all. It would be so easy. He could wrap his fingers around her throat and-

"I brought you a bagel," she said, holding up the bag.

"What?" Bucky faltered.

"Well, I wanted to bring you food from my favorite restaurant, but Sam said we were running late so I decided to get you a bagel. Here," she gave him the bag and he peered inside.

"Why?"

"Why was I running late? Well, my grandma wouldn't stop chatting about how she was dating Cliff and honest to God I love the woman but she can talk your ear off when she's in a good mood."

"No. Why did you get me a bagel?"

"Because I figured you'd want to try some food outside of me and whatever else they try to cook up for you. You know something a bit different. Everyone else here can eat different food so you should be able to as well."

"Why would you care about that?"

She smiled. "Again, Bucky, it's what good people do."

He never understood that. What are good people? It had been so long since he had even experienced the concept of a good person let alone talked to a good person.

"Are you a good person?" He asked.

She chuckled. "Uh, big question," she breathed. Was it a big question? Bucky honestly didn't know. "I don't think I'm an entirely good person, but I try to be and I think that's what matters. Just like you Bucky, you don't have to think you're a good person to be one."

"YA ne prosil urok zhizni, ya prosto zadal vopros," he muttered.

She sighed. "Okay, then. What do you want to talk about?"

"Where were you?"

"What?" She frowned.

"Well, you sleep here so I assume you don't have friends or a boyfriend that would miss you if you weren't home," he stated bluntly.

"Oh!" She scoffed.

"But you go out occasionally. Where could you go if you don't have a social life outside of this?"

"I'll have you know I have a thriving social life!" She exclaimed and he raised an eyebrow. "Okay, they're all over eighty, but regardless I have friends."

Bucky was surprised at the over eighty part. He figured she might have no more than three friends and try to fight him with that, but he hadn't figured that she would be friends with people around his age.

"And that's where you go?"

"Sometimes. I'll also go home to make sure Sam isn't killing my dog."

Bucky was silent for a moment. "I like dogs," he muttered.

She smiled. "I do too, that's why I have one." He looked down at his lap, fiddling with her dad's dog tags just as he used to fiddle with his own tags when he couldn't sleep at night. "Tell you what, I'll see if I can bring my dog here. He loves new people. Usually more than me," she mumbled distractedly.

He instantly brightened at the idea of a dog being in the room. "You would do that for me?"

"Of course! That and I kinda miss my dog being here. I know I have no social life. You don't need to say it. However, you have to promise me something. If I bring my dog will you try to not threaten me in Russian, or any language for that matter. I can handle the cursing but hearing that you want to choke the life out of me is not exactly heartwarming."

He glanced down at his lap in guilt. "I'll try." If he was honest, he never realized what he was saying in Russian until it was already said. Like the Soldier took over momentarily and said whatever he wanted before leaving Bucky to deal with the mess.

"Okay, I'm gonna go ask Tony," she hopped up. "Back in a jiffy!"

He smiled, though he hated her enthusiasm with such mundane tasks but the way she said jiffy was adorable.


"Tony!" She cried, swinging around into the room to find Tony speaking to a woman with long brown hair.

Kat had the tiny crush on the girl just looking at how beautiful she was standing there.

"Uh, hi, I'm Kat," she introduced holding out a hand which the girl nervously stared at before slowly taking it. "I take it you're Wanda Maximoff."

"You've heard of me?" the girl said sheepishly, using her sleeves to cover up her hands. Kat eyed the action warily.

"Yeah, uh, Sam talked about you. He thought that you were incredible. Really just amazing," she lied. She had seen the new member of the Avengers on the news and it was most certainly not because she was painted in a positive light. She figured it would help the girl feel less self conscious.

"Really?" She perked up.

"Yeah," she muttered.

The girl smiled.

"Hey, listen Wanda, go see Steve like I said okay?" Tony requested and Wanda nodded, walking past Kat.

"Nice meeting you" Kat smiled and waved.

Wanda simply smiled in response and waved as well.

"So, what do you need kiddo?"

"Kiddo? " Kat raised an eyebrow and shook her head, remembering that she wasn't there to question Tony's odd diction. "I wanted to know if I could bring my dog here? They've been known to help in therapy so it could be considered work."

"Of course, just don't let anyone get a hold of it," he chuckled.

"Thanks."