AN: Here we dive into the Alternate Universe I've created. Enjoy lovelies!

Chapter 3

They entered a dining area, it looked like Tony had gone into into over drive, there were omelette everywhere and to top it off there were stacks of waffles and fruit. Tony was truly the king of hosts. Bucky was a bit taken back at the generosity of this guy, this guy that had every right to hate him. He had, after all, killed his parents. The little girl ran right to Tony, excited to see him again. To be honest, Tony was happy to see this little girl. None of The Avengers had children, and Tony was basically a big kid himself.

He began helping her fix a plate, introducing her to his wonderful banquet. Breakfast he could do, probably because he spent many an hour awake at night. Ceres pointed at a few items, and he put them on her plate, offering additions to make those items even more delectable. She thanked him as she sat down and began tasting these foods for the first time.

Steve kept eyeing his friend, knowing he was watching the little girl. Steve began to wonder if his friend even remembered these items. He carefully put together a few items he knew Bucky enjoyed and returned with them. He pushed the plate a little closer, allowing their eyes to lock. He felt a skip in his heart beat as he looked deep into those soft blue eyes.

"Here, I figured you must be starved yourself. I cannot imagine HYDRA has much of a cuisine that fits your palate." Steve commented, as he took a small berry off the plate to eat it himself, hoping to make the situation more comfortable.

Bucky carefully took a clementine from the plate. Those had always been his favorite items in the world. He carefully peeled it and began to eat the small citrus fruit. The flavor danced on his tongue. The taste nearly drove his mouth wild, but he did nothing more than close his eyes to savor the taste even more.

Steve watched as his buddy took in the small fruit. He didn't even register the huge grin that had over taken his face. So he did remember things, he was not truly lost. The fact he remembered his favorite food was a big deal to the super soldier. Steve reached out and lightly touched Bucky's arm, smiling wildly as he reveled in the feel of his skin. Bucky carefully looked over, a tad puzzled by this interaction.

"Did you need something?" Bucky asked, with a tilt to his head. He was truly curious as to how to help this man that was already offering so much help for his little girl.

"No, I am just happy to know you are back again. You don't know how hard it's been without you." Steve commented. He looked down, a tad blush rolling over his cheeks, a tad embarrassed at the fact he had touched the unknowing soldier that stood before him.

Bucky and Steve had so much more before the war. Bucky had shown up in his store one day, just looking around at the things the store had to offer. Steve had been sweeping dust from the floor when he saw the teenager. The teenager had approached him, looking just so confused. He had a strange amount of money in his pocket, more than the scrawny Steve had ever seen. Later, during the war, he learned that Bucky had travelled in time to find hope for a dying planet and race. He had been a child of a goddess and a sorcerer. Their time had no super heroes and they had no hope. The world had begun to fall, when the Norse Gods had their Ragnorak. An event that spilled over onto Earth's plane. While the two practicers of the arts had kept some of the realm safe, it was too much. His mother gave him a task of finding somebody and helping that person grow into a strong hero, one that would be able to influence others to follow. Steve had already seen the Red Skull and he himself had proof of this story, his own body. Bucky chose Steve out of love for somebody so pure that deserved so much more.

Bucky had left his side, Steve blinked. How and when did that boy leave? He then saw Bucky over talking to Natasha, who had awoken because of all the banter downstairs. Steve watched them for a moment, Bucky seemed comfortable with her and she him. Almost too comfortable.

Steve approached to two, a cautious smile still on his face.

"So you two know each other?" He asked, puzzled.

"He trained me, back before the Red Room." Natasha explained.

Bucky nodded, his faded memory did remember the red headed Russian he had fallen in love with. It was the same feelings he had for Steve, she had become his world for a brief time. Bucky had even broken a few rules to visit her in her bedroom, her beauty and her personality had drawn him into her fly trap. In his mind an old story his mother told him of a red headed Russian crept out of the dark confused corner. His memories slowly jump started with her, he knew not why just that Natalia made him feel safe and happy.

"Oh, I see." Steve responded, his blue eyes had a mix of confusion and happiness that his friend had found somebody like Natasha when his life was a mess. "Well, she's my teammate Bucky. She's an Avenger."

Bucky smiled as he let a hand rest on her cheek, "No longer a part of the KGB, that's good. Means you're no longer their tool."

She shook her head softly, letting a rare smile spread on her lips at his touch, "And neither are you, James. You're here and safe." She sighed. "Steve had a lot of faith that you'd be back, that you'd remember."

Bucky stepped back, just a few steps, "I don't fully remember much, I just knew Ceres would be safest wherever he was, safer than I could keep her." He told her. "I remember you Natalia, because they didn't always wipe all my memories. They didn't see you as trouble to their plans. It's why I did not kill you when I shot the engineer and why I didn't try hard to shoot you in Washington. I couldn't hurt my Talia." He explained, his voice a little soft towards the end.

"Just like you couldn't hurt Steve on the Helicarrier. You even pulled him from the water and saved him. It was a miracle, so you save all of us. Even made sure Sam didn't land in the engine, you may have been lost in your blanked out mind, but you knew us." She told him.

The small smile on his face of evident. She somehow knew how his mind work. Steve looked between the two. Suddenly he felt jealous that Natasha comforted Bucky. It should have been him. He should have comforted Bucky. Steve stepped over to Bucky, kind of separating the Soldier and the Widow.

"Hey Buck, you aren't a weapon, you are my friend. My best friend." He assured his friend, as he set a hand on his shoulder. He felt a flinch from Bucky. A flinch? Was Bucky scared of him? Did he say something wrong? So many thoughts going through his head and he did not know which was right.

Bucky watched Steve sigh heavily. The flinch was not out of fear. It was out of reflex. His days with his handlers had left him a little shell shocked when men touched him. Bucky made his eyes open a tad wider, raising his eyebrows. There was a small laugh as he shrugged, "I don't know about Best Friend, perhaps only friend would be more adequate. To be my Best Friend would indicate I had more than one friend."

Steve felt a tad sad, at the remark, but relieved that Bucky acted a bit happier with his closeness. "Hey, you have plenty of friends here."

Tony smiled from across the table, he had been telling Ceres a story about how he had once caught fire to his laboratory while attempting to roast marshmallows over a blow torch. "Hell yeah, a friend of Steve's is a friend of ours." He chimed.

Bucky looked at the smile on his child, it had been a while since she had appeared so happy. He looked to Steve and Natasha. They did seem happy to see him. Perhaps they were all right. Maybe these were his friends. Maybe he was going to be okay amongst this team, these people that called themselves Avengers.

"I may not remember a whole lot," He began, clearing his throat, "But I do remember how it felt to feel safe and I feel it now." He smiled. "I do need an additional favor, it may be difficult for you but I need to find these people to fix what HYDRA and the KGB did to me."

Steve nodded, "Of course, we can help you. I am sure the team would be more than happy to find whoever you are looking for."

"I have some new tracking tech I have been wanting to try." Tony commented.

"And I love a bit of a challenge." Natasha mentioned, as she took his hand.

"So, who are you looking for Buck?" Steve asked, eager to find something to make his friend happy.

"My parents." Bucky responded with a smile.