Notes (reply to review, I'm just to lazy to look at the name): There might be more to their relationship later on, their might not be. You'll just have to read and see. Also! Next chapter is the Christmas chapter so g get excited! Again, also, if you guys haven't taken my poll yet can you do so when you get a chance? I suck at choosing. And like I said last chapter, I might not be able to post it for a while because I have shit to do. Thanks! And I am so happy you guys like the story. Enjoy the chapter!

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Chapter 34-Bucky's Not the Only One

Third Person:

Beni screamed with pain as the mystery men cut into her leg, just above the knee. Her vision was turning black and red, and she was having a hard time staying awake. But one thing was ringing in her head very clearly. Cain was a traitor, a mole, a double agent, something on the lines of that.

Beni fell on the broken car window with a groan. The blood, her blood, from her leg that was still stuck, was dripping on her, and some drips got on her face. By the time the men pulled her out, she was completely drenched, and on the verge of unconsciousness. But for some sick reason her body wouldn't sleep. It was like it liked the pain so much that it just had to stay awake, and she hated it.

She felt pinches in her stump and sort of groaned because she couldn't process what was going on. When she looked down at it, there were dirty bandages on it. But she didn't care. She just wanted to get out. Get away. She wanted to be anywhere but there, being dragged through the hard dirt in the hot sun. It wasn't long before she was all but thrown into the back of a van, along with the rest of the modern day Howling Commandos.

Beni's groan was almost a scam as the knife pierced her skin and went down.

"So, you going to tell us yet?" the guy asked. Instead of answering, Beni spit her blood in his eyes, and he plunged the knife into her stomach out of anger.

"This one isn't gonna say anything," his friend said. The knife was twisted, and every muscle in Beni's body tensed up with pain, but Beni didn't scream. She just imagined them being obliterated once she was done with the bomb she was making. It was charged enough that it would take down the entire fortress, and hopefully everyone in it.

"Well she's certainly earned the tattoo," Knife Guy said. He took the knife out of her stomach and waved his hand, and three guys came and took her back to her cell.

The minute the cell door closed, Beni's eyes snapped open, and she was tackling whoever it was on the ground with her knife against his throat.

"Beni," Bucky said, his hands next to his head in mock surrender, "It's just me."

He was thankful that his voice was steady, and it didn't sound like he was choking on Beni's knife. She had been screaming in her sleep, which of course made him internally flip his shit. He watched silently as realization slowly came into Beni's eyes, and she all but jumped off of him. He slowly rose to his feet, noticing how Beni wouldn't look him in the eyes. He watched her slip her knife back under her pillow, and he was thankful that he wasn't the only one in the house that did that.

"I... I'm sorry," she said, voice breaking. "I...I need to stop sleeping with a knife under my pillow. You could have gotten hurt."

Bucky placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she tried not to flinch, but she failed. He squeezed her shoulder and brought her into a hug. He let her sob into his chest as he rocked them back and forth. Bucky was stroking her back and mumbling comforting things, and she hugged him tighter. She pulled away at around four in the morning, red faced and a sniffling mess. But he didn't care that she got a crap load of snot and tears on his favorite shirt. He was just glad he had a shirt to begin with.

"Beni, no you don't. I still sleep with one under my pillow. All you need is a little help. You're not really one to ask for help, and then end up carrying everyone's problems on your shoulders. You don't have to put everyone before you. Take a you day. Okay?"

Bucky could tell she was still really shaken, and he honestly couldn't really blame her. If he hadn't been awake whenever Beni got to him he was pretty sure that she wouldn't be here at all. So he was perfectly okay that she pulled a knife on him out of blind fear. When Beni didn't say 'okay,' or something on the lines of the answer yes, he sighed. He was not going to let her shut herself in her room like he knew she probably would. He was supposed to be the hermit in the house, not her.

"It's almost five now, so you're going to get ready for the day and go out so you can clear your head."

"Is that a direct order or a not-so-friendly suggestion?" She asked, her usual self flickering back into her eyes. Bucky almost smirked.

"Which one will you most likely listen to?"

"Probably neither."

"Direct order it is. Now go get your ass in the shower."

"You know," she said, walking backwards to her bathroom, "You technically can't give a higher rank orders."

"Technically I don't really give a fuck."

Beni actually started laughing, and he was glad that he was the one who was able to make her do so. She mock saluted and closed her bathroom door, and a second later he heard the shower turn on. He internally cheered and headed out of her room.

Beni pulled her jacket a little tighter as she headed into the VA. It was around two in the afternoon now. Bucky had kicked her out of the house until she felt better, and she did. She'd been driving all day, and it was enough for her to clear her head. But she still didn't feel like she was her usual self. So maybe listening to stranger's problems would help her out a little bit. It didn't matter who you were or what you've done, it's always nice to know that someone has gone through similar problems.

And she did promise Sam she would visit.

"It's about damned time you showed up."

Beni turned around to the person she knew all to well. She gave Sam a shrug and waved at Steve, who nodded in response.

"Glad to see you're up and walking," he said politely.

"That makes both of us. It feels really good. And I can ride my old Harley again," Beni replied, giving a smile that wasn't forced like this morning. "It also means the master of pranks is back in business," she muttered so only Sam was able to hear her. She laughed as he paled considerably. It was always fun to make him squirm. Steve just gave them both a quizzical look. Beni had to remind herself that she still needed to prank him, but it was close to Christmas, so she would give the geezer a bit of a break. Beni playfully punched Sam in the arm and grinned.

"So Steve," she said casually as Sam rubbed the spot where Beni punched him, "I heard from Sam that you have your own exhibit at the Smithsonian. That true?"

"Yeah. When I was thawed out I went there, and they had pretty much everything wrong. I talked with the curator for weeks. Hell, they hadn't even mentioned Monty, but they got Dugan pretty accurate. Just a few minor facts that weren't true."

"That last part didn't make much sense but I get the gist. So, have you adjusted to the twenty-first century yet?"

"I'm still getting used to cell phones and laptops, but the Internet has been a great help."

"Look up a few bands. One is called A Great Big World. Then there's the All-American Rejects and Fall Out Boy."

"I'll add them to the list," he said with a small smile as he pulled out a tiny note pad. She turned to Sam.

He has a list? Beni mouthed. Sam nodded and wrapped an arm around Beni's shoulder.

"Come on. We're just about to start."

"You can't give me orders."

"Then take it as a friendly suggestion."

"...Okay."