Bucky

"You know we had planned to come to a game like this when we got back from the war." Steve tells me then takes a gulp of his cold beer.

"Actually I do remember that, we had made a bet on who would still be able to stand straight after." I chuckled to him.

"Oh yeah, obviously that would be me." Steve mocked.

"No way man, I can easily out drink you."

"I'd like to see you try." He challenged, not falling for his attempt to bait me, I shake my head.

"This is exactly what got us in trouble back then." I retort good-humoredly.

"You'd be right about that."

I hear a bat strike the ball, I turn my head to look back at the games. I stare at the man running to the next base. When Steve had asked me to come see a baseball game with him and take a weekend to go see New York, I was more than unsure. Now spending time with him, joking about the past, I was really glad I agreed. I did miss Arabella despite it all, her warmth was an incomparable quality.

'Only a few more hours and you'll be back to her.'

Steve and I spent the weekend at a hotel, touring the museums, seeing the statue of liberty, all of the tourist activities. We had even visited the Smithsonian, where the Captain America exhibit was. I saw pictures of me in military garb, and Steve in his suit. I looked different back then, with short tamed hair. It did jog a lot of my memories, making it a well spent trip. A lot of the past was coming back to me, I'd see a picture or a thing that resembled a product of the 30's and I could see all of it playing in my head, almost like a movie.

The game went on for one more hour, Steve and I bantering back and forth. It finally ended, and we stood from our seats following the crowd to the exit. I did my best to seem relaxed but truthfully I was just ready to get back to Tony's building. The drive back wasn't too long, and soon we were at the structure. I stepped out the car then waited for Steve to get out before speaking.

"Thanks for the good time, we should do it again."

"No problem Buck, well head out another time to a bar or something. You use to love those."

"I think I still do, maybe next time we can take Arabella."

"Definitely, she would enjoy it too." He grinned big, a ring came from his pocket and he moved his head down to take a look at it. "It looks like I got to head out, I'll see you later, tell Aries I said hey." He didn't wait for my reply as he got back in the car and took off.

'Aries? I didn't know he had a nickname for her. They must be closer than I thought.'

I arrive on the 12th floor to see all of the lights off.

'It's 5:00 in the afternoon she usually is up and doing something at this time.'

I head down the hall to her room, I can't hear anything coming from her room. I tap on the door three times and wait for a moment. Nothing. I hear Footsteps in the main area and head back that way. There she is, standing behind the couch, ball cap on her head. She sees me and waves her hand to me. I stand in the opening of the hall way and lean against the wall.

"Hey there 'Aries'." She gives me a confused smile.

"Now where did you hear that nickname from?"

"Steve, he told me to tell Aries that he said hey. I didn't know you were that close."

"Heh yeah." She comments nervously. I approach her and place my hands on her hips, eyeing her ball cap.

"Here I thought I was the one that went to a ball game." She lifts her hand to her head, touching the hat.

"Yeah I was out with Natasha, we went to the mall. She has this thing about hats." Arabella takes a step back from me, removing her jacket. She pulls off the cap, letting her hair fall down.

It was brown. Like the girl from my memories. A sharp pain enter my head and grab it, stepping away from her further.

"Bucky?" Her voice triggers another sharp pain. I hold my hand up to her. The flashes start

A brunette girl. A hug goodbye, touch on the cheek. Letters in a camp. Holding her close. A wedding.

The pain fades slowly as the images become clearer. The girls face became clear. It was Arabella's face, she wore a white head veil and a smile.

"Bucky! Are you okay?" I see her in front of me, a worried look adorned her face. I stare at her with a astounded look.

"You're my wife."

Her mouth falls open and eyes go big. She closes her mouth and bits her lip.

"Bucky, I-"

"You what? When were you going to tell me?" I cut her off, anger grew inside me. All this time she knew exactly what I was missing, she knew how I knew her. She is my wife! Not a girl I knew, or just my best friend's sister.

"This explains so much. Why you and Steve look similar, why he has a nickname for you and cares about what you do so much. You both knew!" I shout at her, she winces.

"There is a reason for it Bucky, we didn't do it just because!" Arabella yells with urgency. I give her a dry mocking laugh, running a hand down my face hard.

"I don't want to hear this." I storm away from her going to the lift.

"Come back! We can talk about it, I can explain!" She pleads with me; her voice breaking. I step into the elevator. Throwing my fist against the doors once they close.

"Fuck!" I felt so stupid, why did I ask questions? There were so many signs they knew more. I had to get out of here, I couldn't stay with them both here.