For this chapter I decided to write in another person's point of view. Let me know how you like it! Also thank you to all who review, you guys are the reason I keep writing. J

Hannahg

Steve

I watched Arabella's face as the doors to the lift close before turning back to Tony. He had smirk on his face, hands in his pockets.

"Do you enjoy keeping secrets? Because you're doing it more often" I clenched my fist when I spoke.

"Actually Cap I really don't have to tell you anything, so it wouldn't be a secret."

"Oh really, so you didn't have to tell me about MY sister?" I spoke drily.

"You heard my reasons, I think they're pretty fair."

"Well I don't, you could've at least told me."

"Oh really and would you have stayed away? I think not." Tony made is way to the minibar, and took out a glass to pour a drink.

"Yes I would have, if you'd explained it to me!"

"Just like you're supposed to be staying away from the Winter Solider?" He took a sip from his glass.

"That's different." I slammed my hand on the wall.

"Not that different." He move around the room to sit in the love seat. I took a breath, and put a smirk on my face.

"There's the other secret coming and making its way out. You also know where he is."

"Who?" he asked me in a mocking tone.

"Don't play games with me Tony, you know exactly who."

"Say I did, you still aren't supposed to go after him, Fury's orders. So that's not much of a thing on the low down is it?" He was right, but that didn't matter. I was going to find Bucky no matter what. He is my best friend, I owe him that much.

"Whatever, I'll find him on my own." I stormed out of the room to the lifts. I hear Tony call out behind me,

"Good luck with that!"

Arabella stood in the kitchen humming a tune while mixing food in a pot. This whole scene brought back so many great memories, it look and sounded the same exact way, tune and everything. I never expected for her to be alive, I spent a great deal of time looking for a trace of her. She was nowhere to be found, no records, no family.

She simply vanished. Finding nothing for so long really broke my heart, I never got closure, I didn't know if she ran away or died in an accident, or murder. All the possibilities went through my head, but it never occurred to me that Hydra had taken her. I blame myself, I shouldn't have left her all alone, and I should've made her stay with someone. I should've stayed.

"Don't blame yourself." Arabella spoke up staring at me.

'How did she know?'

"I can see it all over your face, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know that they'd come for me."

"I could've done something."

"No you couldn't have Steve, not with how you were back then." She gave me a playful smile.

"Now you're just being mean."

"Just truthful." I grinned big at her. She was as playful as she had ever been. A comfortable silence came again, and I was content to watch her glide around. She moved her hair out of her face many times, and I noticed that the color of it wasn't the same. I brushed it off, not wanting to bring it up. She pulled her hair up in a high pony tail, and I saw a thin scar from her neck to her shoulder.

"Where did you get that?" I questioned her, concern in my voice. She touched her neck, immediately knowing what I was talking about.

"I don't remember." I could tell she was lying because she wouldn't look me in the eyes when she talked. Deciding not to press her more, I let it go moving onto a new topic.

"What are you making for us?"

"Chicken pot pie, it's a new recipe found." She showed me the ingredients, explaining what they were all for.

"It looks delicious Arie, can't wait to eat it."

"Yeah me too." As she turned back around to the stove, I thought about telling her about Bucky. I wasn't sure if it was the right move, but I figured that I would want someone to tell me that another person I loved was alive.

"Listen Arie I'm going to tell you something, I don't know if it's the right thing for me to do, but here it is. Bucky is still alive." she blinked rapidly.

"Oh that's wonderful, does he have children or even grandchildren? Is he at a nursing home? I'd really love to visit him." I looked at her dumbfounded, and then understood why her reaction was that. She thought he survived the war and came home.

"I don't mean he's alive like that. He was taken by Hydra too, same as you." Her mouth opened slightly, and I waited for her to say something.

"So is he staying with you now?" it was almost a whisper, but I heard her question.

"No Hydra still has him, but I'm working the best I can to get him back." The oven timer beeped and I watch Arabella as she runs to take out the food. She places it on the stove an puts her hands on her hips, back turned toward me.

"Bring him home Steve."

I didn't reply to her, the way she reacted was very unlike herself. She would usually start crying or yell at me to do something. Tell me to work faster. In that moment I knew, despite her big smiles, manners, and the cooking. She had changed, no longer the innocent girl who'd tell me to not go to war. But a person who understood sacrifice, and was ready to take a chance too.

The coldness of her answer stuck in my heart, I couldn't hear the emotion of her words. It seemed like almost a command, and her walls were built high up so no one can see what she is feeling. I don't know why I imagined that she was going to be the same person I left, I just hope that she isn't too far gone to realize she had more friends than enemies.