Arabella

I tried to not think about Bucky since I got back to my floor, hoping that it would help me not worry about where he has been. I took a shower and ate as much breakfast as I could. The sparing helped my nerves a lot when I was doing it, now that I stopped I could feel them creeping back to me. I was really taken aback that I had fought with them all night and actually liked it. I had never enjoyed fighting with anyone, but last night I certainly didn't find it so bad.

'I really should've gotten one of their numbers so I could meet up with them again.'

I could just ask Fury to bring them to me when I go back. That was exactly what I'd do. I wonder where Steve was in all of this, he would've came and got me instead of Tony if he had been home. He most likely had a mission or job to complete. Bucky is going to be really mad at him when he gets back, that was a for sure thing.

I feel my heart beat fast at the thought of Bucky. God I hope he isn't mad at me anymore, I could've explained it to him if he'd stayed longer. I can't hope for too much, he does have a right to be mad.

"Mrs. Barnes, you have been requested to go Mr. Starks floor for lunch." JARVIS spoke through the intercom.

'Oh no he didn't.'

"I'll be there in a few JARVIS." I respond between clenched teeth.

"Yes ma'am."

I stomped to the elevator riding it to the top floor, trying to keep my anger in check. I climb out and saw Natasha, Bruce and Tony, I set my sights directly on Tony.

"I can't believe you…" I trailed off. Bucky and Steve sat on the love seat in the corner, a plate of food in their hands. My nerves where all over the place for them, and here they are just sitting on Tony's sofa. I slowly walked up to them.

"When did you get back?" I asked gently to Bucky.

"I came back with Steve earlier." He didn't look at me once, almost brushing me off completely.

'He's still mad at me.'

That hurt, being tossed aside like nothing. Yet Steve was sitting by him just fine, he kept it from him too! I moved away from him dejectedly, taking a seat next to Bruce on the other couch. A sullen look on my face, I stay quiet while everyone talks.

"You okay?" Bruce questions me in a soft tone.

I clear my throat a little. "Um yeah, just not in the mood to talk."

"Alright, if you're ever in the mood to talk I'm here."

That made me feel a smidge better, it made me feel like I wasn't alone in a room feel of people. Abruptly I recalled why I had stormed up here in the first place.

"Tony can I talk to you?" I interrupt him in the middle of his talk with Steve, Natasha, and Bucky.

"Sure, shoot." Everyone looks at me, waiting for me to speak.

"Privately." The smirk on Tony's face tells me he knows exactly why I'd like to speak to him. We moved to the kitchen, he leaned against the sink.

"I cannot believe you!" I hit him on his arm with the back of my hand.

"Ow! And I'm me, I can't see how you don't believe it."

"Change it back." I whisper yell at him.

"No can do, I like JARVIS to have to correct information on people. Rogers isn't your last name anymore, hasn't been for about 70 years." Tony smirks at me, crossing his arms across his chest. He turns from me and proceeds to leave the kitchen.

"Tony!" I call out to his back. He doesn't respond to me.

'Great! I really hope JARVIS doesn't call me by my last name in front of Bucky for a while.'

I grab ahold of the counter, leaning on it for much needed support. This wasn't how I planned for all this to be, and Tony was just making it all worse for me. He didn't get that it was too soon, not to mention that Bucky was still super mad at me. I didn't what to do to make this better, my heart was heavy.

I didn't want to stay up here with him like this, I was very tempted to just go and leave the building for some time. I had so many mixed emotions. Sadness, regret, anger.

'I am going to leave.'

I don't know if I could keep how I as feeling to myself, I might lash out at someone who doesn't deserve it. I push my body away from the counter and head back to the living room passing everyone sitting on the couch. Tony stood up as I passed.

"Where are you going Ara?" He called out. I smile back at his ironically.

"Anywhere but here."

I didn't know where I was even going but I somehow found a nightclub nearby, throwing away all of my precautions I enter it. The music was loud, base thumping through my body. Lights were flashing quick, and a crowd of people dancing in the middle of the floor. I headed to the bar, ordering 5 shots. I knew I couldn't get drunk, but that didn't mean I couldn't try. I sat down waiting for my order, watching as people got drunk and flirted.

The bartender set down my shots, I took the first one and downed it. One more. Another one. The next one. Then the last one. They burned as they traveled down my throat, but I felt no effect besides that. The Bartender looked at me in awe. I sent him a cheeky smile; ordering another drink. He kept a surprise look on his face as he went to serve another customer, nodding to me at the same time.

'Oh he hasn't seen anything yet.'

I felt someone brush me on my left side. A man was standing next to me, he had brown eyes and spiked up blonde hair, his smile was crooked and he seemed more than a little cocky.

"You aren't dressed to party."

"Yeah, well it was sort of a last minute decision." I stated dryly, hoping that he would get the hint to leave me alone.

"You want to make another last minute decision?" He wiggled his eye brows suggestively.

"Not with you."

"Ah come on, what do you have to lose?"

"My dignity." I retort with a snarky tone.

He grabs me by my upper arm roughly. "I'm just trying to show you a good time, how about you come with me." It wasn't a question.

"No." I repeat firmly, ready to kick this guy in the shin.

"She said no, how about you let her go now." I see a metal arm reach out and push the guy away from me. The guy backs away glaring at Bucky as he did. Bucky takes the seat beside me, and I take a drink of my alcoholic drink.

I put the cup down. "I had it under control."

"I know you did, doesn't mean I have to sit back and watch another man touch you."

My stomach does flips. Glancing his way I see him looking ahead to the T.V. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I thought you were mad?"

"I was. But I realize something when you left." Bucky moves his head; staring me directly in my eyes.

"What's that?"

"I spent years without you; you only a blurred out face that I dreamed about. I searched for you for decades in my own head, now that I have you right in front of me I don't want to spend another second without you."

I reach my hand out to touch his face, a feeling of love rushes through me.

"Then don't."

He pulls me from my chair, bringing me close to his chest. His hair tickles my face, making a giggle escape from me. Bucky leans down slowly, our faces so close I could feel his warm breath against my mouth. I close my eyes in anticipation. His lips brush mine gently, lightly pressing a warm kiss. His mouth moves against mine, his arms take me deeper into his body.

He releases my lips from his and places a last kiss on my cheek.

"So did you work it out with Steve too?" I ask him after I sit back down.

"Yeah he told me why you both decided to keep it from me, it made sense." He stops for a second.

"What he didn't tell me was how you're still alive too."

"Basically the same way as you." I answer shortly, maybe he'll get that I don't want to go into. The whole situation with him remembering we're married was enough as it is, my time with Hydra is a topic for another day. He nods to me, telling me he understood my shortness.

"Let's go home, this place is too loud." I speak directly into his ear, just to make sure he could hear me fine. He takes me by the hand to lead me out the club, we walk the rest of the way home stuck on each other's sides.

Bucky and I get up to my floor, he follows me inside. I reach the living room and wait till he comes in front of me before saying,

"I'm really tired Bucky, I'm just going to head to bed." Today really took an emotional toll on me.

"I know I'm really tired too. Maybe I could stay the night with you?"

I paused. Am I ready for that? To let him in my safe place, the one place nothing can get to me.

'Oh come on, he's your husband! Not a boy you just met and started dating.'

That's true, now that he remembers everything, it would be weird to sleep in a different bed then his wife. It should feel weird to me if we do that. I guess I got so used to the idea of him not knowing, I thought we had to start all over again. But we don't.

"Okay, you can stay with me."

He gives me a smile a wonderful smile. I can't help but smile back, even if I was a little nervous.

"Well just let me grab some clothes from my room and I'll be right back."

Watching him leave, I resolve to take a shower while he was gone; when he got back he could use it. I depart to my room, taking off my clothes on the way picking them up and carrying them with me when I do. If I Bucky hadn't been coming back I would've left them, I didn't want him to think I was messy. I was very clean in the 30's.

I go to lock my door, I stop myself realizing I couldn't do so until Bucky was in the room too. It was an odd feeling, I never leave the door unlocked when I was in my room. I enter the bathroom and turn on the water, it warmed up rapidly.

I move in to the shower, leaving my hair safe from the stem of water shooting down. After a quick body wash, I hop out, hoping that Bucky hadn't come back yet. I didn't think to get clothes before I got in, a lot of my habits from my time alone with freedom are sticking. I peeked out into the bedroom, he hadn't come back yet. I raced to my drawers, picking out sweat pants and a tank top to sleep. I tossed them on and got the bed ready for us to sleep.

Did he have a side he slept on? Did he even cared what side he slept on? Ugh, now I'm over thinking it all.

My door opens up, and I see Bucky in sweat pants and a t-shirt.

'Guess we think alike.'

"I took a shower already, I didn't want to waste any time."

"Don't worry I already took one too, I got the bed ready." He examines my work, walking to it and picking the side closest to the door. He was so calm and collected, yet I'm over here worried about if he cares where he sleeps. What's wrong with me? Bucky extends his hand out, beckoning me to come and lay with him. I tentatively take steps to him, grabbing his hand to help me move to the other side. Once I lay down Bucky tucks me into his side, and I place my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"You mind if I turn on the T.V?" I ask after a long moment. I feel him move to grab the remote that was on the night stand next to him. He hands it to me and I click the T.V on, it was already on a channel I watched; I left it there. I feel his hand start to stroke my hair, it was soothing and relaxing. Eventually the motions lull me to a peaceful sleep.