A/N: I'm backkkkkkkk. It has been so long, but after seeing Infinity Wars, I was inspired to come back and revisit this story. Anyways, here I am. Enjoy my loves.

I could have drowned in the shower, on purpose, in full ecstasy. The steam cleared my head, dirt and blood drained away, and the heat worked life into my sore body. And on top of all this I couldn't stop thinking about a certain man and his heated stares. I refused to acknowledge what had sent me flying from the Avenger's facility in the first place. There would be time to sort those feelings out- feelings of hurt, confusion, depression.

As I turned off the water and reached for the rough motel towel, my ears were greeted with silence. Which is not all that surprising considering who my company was. I rung out my hair and patted down my sore body, then secured the small towel over my naughty bits.

I stepped in the humid motel room and saw that Bucky was no where to be found. Instead I found a neatly folded pile of clothes and small note with the scribbled word- coffee.

I unfolded the clothes and found my black leggings and an old over sized tank top that said in scrawled cursive "Abs are great but have you had donuts?"

I smiled thinking about Bucky picking out this shirt. Then I found one of my black, lacy bralettes. A blush rose up to my face. Naughty thoughts raced into my mind. I shook my head and I changed slowly, taking my time. I looked at the note again while braiding my wet hair, and suddenly a memory flashed into my mind.

"Solider? A-are you okay?" my voiced squeaked taking in his wide, tense frame, and the cut on his face dripping blood onto the white floor.

He didn't respond, but his eyes were blazing. Black makeup was smudged all around his eyes highlighting the stark blue. I slowly approached him, my hands raised. He stiffened noticeably.

"Hey- it's me. You're bleeding. What happened?" my voice was a quiet whisper. He looked so lost in that moment.

"Brooklyn."

"What about Brooklyn? Did they send you there?" I finally was close enough that we were almost chest to chest. He looked down at me. His jaw was tense and I slowly reached up and wiped the blood off his cheek. He grabbed my wrist looking at the blood on my clean hands. I could feel so much confusion and pain. I gasped at the amount of emotion he was feeling.

"I think I am from Brooklyn," he whispered almost to himself. My eyes snapped to his and I pulled back a little surprised.

"I thought you were from Russia or something."

He hummed and his thumb rubbed over my pulse point.

"You aren't scared."

"No, I am not. I know you don't want to hurt me. Have you told them?"

He knew who I was talking about. The doctors, Rumlow, whoever else was responsible for the pain we were both in. My anger spiked and I heard him growl. Literally growl.

"No."

"They are going to ask you for a report and then I'll lose you again." He lifted my hand with the offending blood to his face. He quickly sucked the blood off of my thumb as if it was the most normal thing in the entire world. My knees buckled with a spike of lust. This was the most sexual thing I had experienced in my young years. He arched a brow at me and let go. He knew what I was feeling, but he also knew my age and even after all he had been through, he was a gentleman… when he could be at least.

"You always bring me back," he pulled on my braid affectionately.

"I don't want to have to bring you back. What they do to you- it's barbaric and I can't keep watching them do that."

"What about what they do to you?" he snapped suddenly angry.

"I can manage. Plus, they can't kill me. They need me." I stated as matter of factly as was possible.

"But they hurt you."

"You need to calm down. Do they even know you are in here?" My eyes flicked nervously at the door.

"I am supposed to be at mission report."

"so, no?"

He reached out for me again, but we heard shuffling in the hall and the sound of voices- He quickly grabbed my hand and slipped something into my palm. I opened my mouth to reply.

"Shh."

With that he left. I looked down in my hand and saw a small crumpled piece of paper and on it the words- be ready.

I sat on the bed, my mind whirling.

"You okay?" I looked up and saw his frame leaning against the door. He had coffee in hand and a small bag. I smiled at him and quirked an eyebrow.

"What's in the bag?"

"You are deflecting."

"Um aren't I the one with the psychology degree?" I walked over and reached for the bag. He held it above my head. I crossed my arms and hmmphed and glared.

"That's not fair Bucky Barnes and ya know it," he smiled wickedly and did not move.

"Don't think I won't climb you like a tree, mister." I poked my finger into his chest and tried to look intimidating. His smiled got even bigger.

"Is that a promise?" he leered.

"Ugh. Men." I jumped trying to reach and missing.

"I'll give you a hint- your shirt inspired this purchase." I jumped up again touching the edge of the bag.

"DONUTS? Yum! Now gimme."

"Nope, not until you tell me what was going on when I walked in."

I crossed my arms again. The nerve- I would tell him when I was good and ready. I decided to change my tactic. My fingertips brushed against his t-shirt clothed chest. His eyebrow raised a fraction. I gave him a sultry look and pouted. I ran my fingers more firmly down his stomach, over the plane of his rock hard abs. His look became more heated-

"If you think you are going to seduce your way-"

I cut him off saying-" Oh, that's not my plan," and suddenly I began tickling him with everything I had. He yelped and moved away, but I pursued my target. I backed him against the wall and he tried not to spill the coffee. A couple of laughs came out which caused me to laugh.

"Surrender the donuts!" I exclaimed with glee. His laughs were becoming hard to contain and with his hands full, there was little he could do. The bag dropped to the ground and he laughed saying, "Have mercy. I give up." I leaned forward, unable to help myself and kissed his nose. Then, I grabbed the bag and pulled out my sweet reward.

The delicious treat was very much welcomed by ravenous stomach and I licked the icing off of my fingers. Looking over at Bucky, he watched with a predatory gleam in his eye.

"You know, this is so weird," I stated.

"What? Us?"

"Well, yeah kind of, but that was not what I was referring to."

"What then?"

"Well, these donuts are delicious, don't get me wrong, but for the first time ever, I think abs are, in fact, better," I winked at him and then waggled my eyebrows. His abs were definitely better than these donuts, and these donuts were damn tasty.

"I know we need to go back, but it's going to be awkward," I grumbled as he put a helmet on my head. His fingers brushed my chin as he buckled the strap in place.

"You're nervous." He knew because I was bad at controlling my power around him. It was so easy being transparent with him. I nodded.

"Don't be."

"Well, golly gee, thanks. That solves everything."

He shrugged in reply and sat on his bike. A moment of silence went by and I realized he was waiting for me. I sighed heavily, threw one leg over and straddled the bike.

"How'd you get here any ways?" I asked. He reached back grabbing onto my arm and pulling my body up against the back of his. A blush started to form at the intimacy of the situation.

"Steve dropped me off. He wanted to come in, but I told him this was my fault, my situation to deal with. Now hold on," he revved the engine. I wrapped my arms around him more fully. I laid my cheek against his back. I still had so many questions, still had some anger, but I knew that Bucky taking me was not his fault. And that would have to be enough for now.