Bucky

When the Avengers first found me I was dead set on killing every single one of them. Those were my orders, I followed what I was told to do, no questions. I fought them with everything I had, and just as I was about to kill the red headed women, whose name I learned later, a man called out to me. He yelled "Bucky!" and images flew in my head. A skinny blonde man. A brunette girl. Falling to my death. Flashes I couldn't understand came and I let my guard down. I was knocked out. When I came to, the man was standing in front of me.

'Steve.' That was the name that popped in my head when I saw him. With looking at him I wanted to know more, and I wanted to know how I knew him. He started to talk to me, telling me he was my best friend that we grew up together, that my name was James Buchanan Barnes. More images came in my mind. Some were clear, others blurry. He also mentioned that he was like me, a super solider who was frozen at one point. I didn't have many memories but I did know one thing, this man could be trusted. I hadn't felt trust in years, I'd almost forgot what it meant. With the memories affirming what this man was telling me, when he asked me to come back with him and recover, I agreed.

Steve had told me that they had taken care of Hydra. I wasn't sure about that, but no one came to get me or voiced a command. At that point I had no reason to think otherwise, so I followed them back to a tall building in the city. I stayed in the back while they talked, observing the people, watching for any reason to think this was a lie. They all acted pretty normal, Steve sat just in front of me, telling me their names. Natasha was the red head. Bruce was the man with the glasses. Clint was the man with the arrows. Tony was the cocky one. And the man dressed in armor was Thor. Steve told me Thor was only staying for the night, and he had to be home the next day.

Then she walked in. I immediately knew she was in the room as soon as she stepped out the elevator. I watched as she tried to sneak off, going in the direction of the bar. Tony made a loud announcement about them being here. She seemed to be uncomfortable with the attention. I looked down at the ground, until I felt eyes staring at me. I quickly looked up, staring the girl at the bar straight in the eyes. A name popped into my head.

'Arabella.' I accidently mouthed it when it came to my head, so I broke eye contact with her, looking at the floor once more. Steve inclined his head toward me, telling me the girl that just came in was named Arabella, he then got up and walked her way.

I sat on the couch next to Arabella, holding her small hand with my right one. We were all called to eat, and when I saw Arabella I knew I would sit next to her. I spent all of today with her, following her when I saw her leaving the building. Seeing her walking away made my heart drop to my stomach, I knew that I had to stay with her. I found her on the bench, I sat down when she told me I could be around her. Basking in her presence for some time. We strolled and she asked me questions.

Being with her felt natural, I felt as if I knew her from somewhere. Images of a brunette girl filled my head. Her face was blurry but her hair stood out, what was so important about her hair? I shook my head from those thoughts, I was just going to enjoy Arabella's warmth. She was the only one I felt peaceful around. I especially enjoyed the touch of her skin against mine, it always made me want to run my hands all over her; leaving no patch of soft skin unscathed. I didn't know where those feelings where coming from, but I just knew that never wanted them to leave. If it meant staying with Arabella then I'd do it. I watched as everyone ate and talked, the feeling of normality setting in.

"All I'm saying is if he didn't want us to ask him about his projects, he shouldn't be bragging about it." Clint pointed out. Tony had said he was going to be very busy for the next few days, telling us that it was an amazing project. When Bruce asked about it, Tony said it classified; leading to an argument.

"Come on Barton, you know Tony loves to talk, and then withhold information to make us angry." Retorted Natasha with a snort.

"Yeah then he likes to taunt us about it all too. Don't fall for it." Arabella spoke up from beside me.

"Oh right let's all just gang up on me! Here I thought we were supposed to be a team."

"Says the man who won't share."

Tony glared at Bruce. We all chuckled at the sight.

"Buck you want to grab a drink with me?" I looked over Arabella to Steve. I hesitated to answer; reluctant to leave Arabella. When I peered down at her, she smiled at me encouragingly.

"Okay, why not?" Steve stood first. I gently let Arabella's hand go, standing to follow him. He reached the bar first, taking two crystal glasses out. I stood near him, my arms crossed.

"I see you're getting close to Arabella."

"Yeah." I replied taking the glass he offered me.

"Yeah? You want to tell me why?" the way he asked wasn't offensive, it had more of an inquisitive tone. Wanting to find the reason behind our proximity. I didn't know if I should tell him, would he use it against me? I looked at his face. There the feeling was again; trust. I would tell him.

"I can't really say for sure, all I know is that she makes me feel different." His lips pinched together then he let out a breathy laugh.

"Okay man, as long as it's a good different."

I throw back the rest of my drink, jaunting back to my place on the couch. I take Arabella's hand, she immediately locks her fingers with mine. Her brown eyes found mine, she beamed a beautiful smile.

'Definitely a good different.'

I nodded towards Steve, confirming the good of it. I study Arabella as she talked with Natasha, she had a medium defined nose, eyes rounded the color was a light brown with specs of a tan all through. Lips plump and pink, making me wonder what it be like to have them against my own.

She wore her black hair down, and I couldn't tell if it as her natural hair color. Looking at her kind of reminded me of Steve. Even though Steve had blue eyes and blonde hair, there features resembled each other. Maybe she was a distant relative to him. That would explain his deep concern for knowing my intentions with her.

"So Bucky how are you liking your time here at my humble residence?" All eyes went to me, waiting for my answer.

"Good so far." I curtly said. I wanted to attention off of me. My hand was squeezed, I squeezed back.

"I'm sure that he's really tired, I know I am. You want to head down with me?" Arabella asks, saving me from more questions. I nod my head once, telling her I was ready to go.

"Good night." A chorus of replies comes back to her. She stands up pulling me along with her by my hand. We leave the floor hand in hand.

"Don't stay up too long." Natasha remarked, a double meaning behind her words. Arabella groaned at her comment, mumbling under breath that she needed to

'Ignore and smile.'

I pressed the 12th and 10th floor where I was staying with Steve. Arabella turned to me a small smile on her lips.

"I enjoyed today with you."

"Me too."

She looked apprehensive to speak again.

"Do you think we could spend tomorrow together too?" she murmured to me a light pink gracing her face. That was cute, she thought I wouldn't want to be with her.

"There isn't anywhere else I'd rather be." The corner of her mouth lifted and she dove in for a hug, putting both arms around my waist. I responded quick, taking her in my arms; holding her close to me. The elevator doors opened, and she let go of me moving to exit.

"I'll see you tomorrow Bucky."

"I'll see you tomorrow." The doors closed just as I said it. I already missed her presence, sighing I leaned back on the wall. I reached my floor, stepping out and heading to my room. I could tell it would be a restless night, Arabella crowding my mind.