The former assassin just gazed out at the sea, having never moved from the window since Steve left him. It was so beautiful. He actually got to see things outside of his cell. His former cell.

Steve cracked the door and could see his friend deep in thought. He steeped in as quietly as possible and walked toward the window and join him in a thoughtful gaze, "So what are you thinking about?"

There was no responce from the man as he stared off at the afternoon horizon.

"Not quite as talkitive as you use to be, huh?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Steve took his gaze from the sky to the shorter man, "What do you mean?"

"All this? The bath, the room, the clothes. Why are you doing this for me?" Even as he spoke Bucky didn't look at him.

The solider looked down to him with a thougtful gape, "You are my friend. I know who you were and I know they changed you, but they couldn't completely alter you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you saved me,"

That statement made the man look up and toward the other in unexpectedness.

"If they had manipulated you beyond repair then you wouldn't have hesitate," Steve looked to him, "I know you have been through a lot and I know you feel out of place, trust me I feel that way everyday. But I figured that I can provide some stability to help you at least feel like you're somewhere comfortable."

His words wrung more truth than Bucky would have ever been able to manage to put into words. And why shouldn't he know this feeling, of being completely out of place?

"Someone needs to take care of you and not just tolerate you. If I didn't help you I wouldn't be half the friend you were to me all those years."

Bucky turned away to look intently out the window again, "I wish I could remember those years you remember so favorably."

Steve sighed and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Are you hungry?"

The man shrugged and looked to his bare feet, "No."

"Well then maybe you'd benifit from a nap?" the man showed him to his bed.

Once again Bucky was taken aback. He climbed in and pulled the blankets to his chest with a content sigh, "I never had a bed before. Just the floor."

"Well I'm sure thats more comfortable," Steve smiled and leaned down, kissing the rogue's forehead. Bucky blinked and looked at him surprised at the gentle display of affection. His look reminded Steve who he was, "Sorry, habit."

He blushed and turned to the side, "I don't mind..."

Steve smiled and kissed his forehead again, "Enjoy your nap." he said before taking his leave.

Bucky sighed deeply into the pillows and nestled to them. So this is what it was like to have a bed? To have a room? It was nothing less than a grace.

With both his kids asleep now ole Cap had time to try and think up a proper way of explaining to Rhodes why there was a sudden addition to the household.

The man paced back and fourth, coming up with each possible explination he coult that Rhodes would understand. He even thought he might just wait for the man to get home, giving him even more time to explain, but alas that gave him too much time. Steve finally came to the decision that he would just call Rhodey, explain what he could over the phone and then they would just talk the rest over when the Lut. Colonel actually got home.

After a few breathing exercises Steve walked to the kitchen phone, said a silent prayer and reached for it. As soon as he touched the phone it rang, startling the man and sending it crashing to the floor from his hands.

"Hello? Hello?" Rhodes voice could be heard on the other end.

The blond quickly reached down and grabbed at it and brought it to his ear, "Hello? Rhodes?"

"Hey Steve, just calling to check on my ironbaby."

"He's fine, taking a nap right now, thankfully."

"Yeah, he hasn't had a real sleep in probably three days by now," the colonel sighed to himself.

"Yeah," Steve nodded in agreement, "Listen, Rhodes, I."

"The reason I called you wasn't just to check on Tony. I called to let you know that I have to go to a business meeting out of town for a few days," he cut in quickly.

"You do?"

"They just dropped it on me. I know you have stuff to do but I wanted to know if you'd be capable of keeping track of Tony for a few days by yourself?"

"Don't I already keep track of him?" he chuckled some.

"By yourself, no," James scoffed, "I'm serious, think you can handle it? "

"I've handled Loki, haven't I?"

The man nodded some, "Thats Loki, and that was just until the calvary arrived. But I am going to take that as a yes. Well I'll have my phone on me at all times, just send a text. And I'll call to check in."

"Right, anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. If you need help just call a friend or something. My biggest suggestion is to give Tony an assigniment or a challenge, that'll keep him busy. And remember, he's Tony."

Steve nodded. That was probably the best way to describe the rich brat, "Ok, Well," he started to tell Rhodey about Bucky but there was some commotion on the other line.

"I gotta go, I'll call later," Rhodes hung up, abruntly ending that call.