Author's Note: Hello again, everybody! I'm really glad that school's starting soon, because summer's been so dull lately, but the timing sucks because I've finally gotten interested in this story again. So, there's one thing that returning readers need to know about the previous chapter, and its that I added in a line that mentions a memory about Bucky and Steve sharing a cookie, which is mentioned in this chapter. But that's really it this time. Again, this chapter is just edited to be easier to read. I can't believe it was two whole years since I added a new chapter to this story!

Anyways...Enjoy!

The two stand in silence for a while, Hela watching the only person she had ever told her secret to, the man considering what she had just confided in him.

The man offers his right hand for Hela to shake. "I'm...James." James had considered taking the name Bucky, a name that the boy had called him in the memory about cookies, but taking on a name that represented his confusion and his mysterious past didn't

"Okay James, so do you want to go to shopping now, or do you want the tour of the house now?" Hela turns to James, her eyebrow raised, hands on her hips, the perfect picture of a teenager waiting for an answer. James stands, thinking, and then decides on the tour. He tells her.

"The tour it is." Hela turns and leads him down the hall. She opens all of the doors, then points at the first door on the left. "This is the bathroom." She moves her hand to gesture to the next door on the left. "This is the kitchen." Hela continues to move her hand to the right, each time naming the room in the hallway with five doors and a stairway. "My office, the den, both of which are restricted, the dining room, which is never used, and the stairs leading up."

Hela leads James upstairs, to the second and more private floor. "This floor has two suites, a master and a guest. Yours is the second to last one on the right, if you need me, I'm the last in the right. I have a library, which is across from my room. You are free to use anything in the library, but ask if you want something from the glass cases because those require special care. The door across from your room leads to a deck that overlooks the backyard.

"Feel free to get food from the kitchen at anytime, but leave a note when you want something specific, like coffee or hot sauce; you can eat anywhere but the library, and try not to leave a mess. If you do, tell me so I can help clean it up."

Hela turns back to James. "Anything you want before we go out shopping?" Seeing , she smiled. "Excellent. Let's go fill your wardrobe." Suddenly, James has an ominous felling, and a shiver makes its way up his spine. Hela didn't look as pleasant as she did before shopping was mentioned.

Several Hours Later:

James and Hela stumble into the house, arms hidden under the mass of shopping bags. Hela, grinning like a fool, James with a slightly wild look in his eyes. Never again, he thinks. I am never going clothes shopping with that girl ever again. They make their way up the stairs, stumbling and Hela barely made it into James's room before she dropped the bags. James, following Hela's lead, sets his bags down just inside the doorway.

He looks around his room, taking in the soft white walls and curtains, and the dark mahogany furniture. A full sized bed sits in a corner of the room, positioned so that the sun from one of the tall, arched windows would fall onto the bed, lighting up the whole bed and giving the room a bright mood. However, in the dark of the evening and the dark blue blackout curtains pulled shut over the arched windows, the room is lit only by the lamps strategically placed around the room. James yawn.

"Oh! Sorry, you're probably tired now." Hela rummages through one of the shopping bags, and pulls out a loose long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. "Here," she tosses them to James, who barely catches them, reflexes hindered by lack of sleep. Finally in a decent place to sleep, James allowed himself to relax a little. "Change, and go to sleep. No buts, its 9:00 PM, and you've had a long day. I'll check back in about ten minutes, but feel free to give a shout or wake me up if you ever need anything. See ya!"

Hela makes her way out the door, closing it with a click behind her. James quickly crosses the room with long strides, checking to make sure that he wasn't locked in. Finding the door unlocked and the hallway empty, he locks the door from the inside and changes his clothes. Falling into the routine he had developed while on the run, James begins to study his room more closely, memorizing the layout of the room.

The walls were a soft white, one wall covered in windows that had cushions on the sills. A large, dark wooden desk with two drawers on each side, sat in the corner against the wall to the right of the door. James opens the drawers, finding lined, graph, and plain paper note books and notepads, along with several pens and mechanical pencils in the drawers to the right. In the left drawers, he found a sketchbook with colored pencils, an electronic pencil sharpener, and watercolor paints.

Closing the drawers, James looks through the walk-in closet, finding shelves and drawers for clothes. He leaves the closet, turning to the only unopened door in the room. Cautiously, James opens the door. Finding a light switch, he floods the room in light, finding a personal bathroom, with two sinks, a walk in shower, a closet, toilet, and tall mirrors above the sinks and in the shower.

In the bathroom closet, James finds stacks of towels in several sizes, a couple of bathrobes, a pair of slippers, and products for washing up. He gently runs his hand across the front of the stack, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric, and closes the closet door, wandering back into his bedroom having finished his exploring for the night.

A minute or two later, someone knocks on the door. A muffled voice requests permission, and James recognizes the voice as Hela's. He gets up, quickly stretches his back, and opens the door to the sight of Hela in a forest green t-shirt, and black pajama bottoms.

Hela leans on the door frame and glances around the room, checking to see if anything seems out of place or is missing. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yes. Thanks." James maintains a relaxed appearance, trying not to shift uncomfortably, unfamiliar with what he should do next.

"Goodnight, then. Remember that if you need anything, just ask. Wake me up if you need to. I'll be home tomorrow because tomorrow's Saturday," Hela says, pushing off the wall to stand up.

"Okay, then. Goodnight."

Hela turns to walk to her room, and James softly shuts the door, leaving it unlocked, and climbs into bed, pulling the down cover over him. Laying on his back, he closes his eyes, and lets sleep carry him into oblivion.