Anna stayed there, sitting on the floor of the infirmary with the Winter Soldier, long after she regained control of her breathing. As she always seemed to do with him, she kept talking about whatever random topic entered her mind. The Winter Soldier was only half paying attention to her stories, the other half of his mind wondering back to the moment just after Anna's breathing stopped being so sporadic. Back to when she had reached out to him, squeezing his right hand with her own, and thanked him. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched him like that. Most of the time people avoided all physical contact with him. She hadn't even hesitated in her actions, in pressing her hand against his. It had felt…nice.

"You know what really pisses me off about how Rumlow went about kidnapping me?" Anna asked, moving on to a different topic. "The fact that these are the only clothes I have. It's going to be a real issue whenever they let me shower. God, please tell me they'll let me shower."

Anna's newest rant had the Winter Soldier glancing down at his own clothes. Other than his suit, he only had two tees and the khakis that he was wearing. He had never considered the idea that other people had more clothes in their wardrobe. Glancing back up at Anna, he began wondering what other types of clothes she normally wore. He had only ever seen her in scrubs like all his other doctors had worn, and the outfit she had been wearing all day.

"I should have known not to trust Rumlow from the get go. I mean, he'd always given me the creeps, but because he was part of Ste…" Anna caught herself mid ramble, realizing she was about to say something that could make her very dead. "He was a part of my friend's tact team. And I kept telling myself if my friend trusted him, then I should suck it up and trust him too. Fat lot of good that did. I think I'm gonna go with my gut feeling in the future." Anna was going to continue speaking on the subject, but was interrupted by her stomach letting out the loudest growl she had ever heard. It caused her cheeks to tint pink with embarrassment. The time had passed fairly quickly, preventing her from realizing she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast.

"You wouldn't happen to know the way to the cafeteria, would you?" The last time she had been there, she had been led there by the agent that guarded her door. She hadn't exactly been paying attention then. Not that it would have helped, as all the halls looked the same to her.

Too fast for Anna to register the movement, the Winter Solder rose to his feet, offering his right hand down to her. He didn't have to do it, but there was something about feeling the warmth of her skin on his earlier that had him wanting to feel it once more. As before, she didn't even hesitate before slipping her hand in his. This time, he registered the warmth at the contact, as well as how small and fragile her hand was. He could easily break it by simply applying a little too much pressure. It was that thought that had him immediately dropping her hand once they were both standing, turning to lead the way through the halls he had had plenty of time to memorize.

Normally, he would have several agents escort him places. However, with Anna's confident announcement that they were going to eat, with emphasis on they, the agents simply let them go on their way. It was a nice change, to be trusted to go places without a security detail. Of course, the security had been to protect others from him, not the other way around. They had labeled him as erratic, and as a result they were normally on edge around him. That's what had him appreciating the lack of security, because there wasn't any tension. Of course the tension returned tenfold as soon as they reached their destination.

There were more agents in the cafeteria than that morning, most of the tables were filled with them. Many of them looked up when Anna and the Winter Soldier entered together, their gazes glued to the two. The Winter Soldier could sense Anna's discomfort at the stares, it showed in the tensing of her shoulders and the way she kept her gaze on the ground. It was because of her focus on the ground that she missed the cold, threatening stare the Winter Soldier sent the hoard of Hydra agents. All she knew was when she finally glanced away from the floor, the staring had stopped.

They ate at what Anna mentally referred to as 'their table'; the one they had sat at earlier that morning. It was probably where the Winter Soldier always sat, but strangely enough Anna didn't feel like she was encroaching on his territory. She ended up telling him the story about the time she had moved to DC for college and hadn't told Tony. It took him a couple days to figure out she was gone, having been locked up in his lab. When he did, he was furious with her. He had actually thrown a mini tantrum, demanding she come home.

It was in the middle of that story that they were interrupted. The only warning was the shadow that fell over the table and had Anna glancing behind her, only to find Rollins standing there. He had been part of the group of nine that Anna had patched up earlier, he had attacked Steve. Anna decided she didn't really like Rollins very much.

"We need the asset," Rollins announced, looking right at Anna. Like she had any idea what he was talking about. He might as well have been speaking Russian. It wasn't until his gaze fell on the Winter Solder that she began to understand what he was saying.

"He's a person." Anna ground out fiercely. "Not a weapon." It disgusted her, the way he talked about the Winter Soldier as though he was a possession. This country had fought too hard to eliminate slavery years ago for Hydra to go and bring it back. You couldn't own a person. It was unethical, not to mention illegal.

"He is a weapon, Stark. One that is needed by Pierce. Now." Anna was about to fight him on it, was ready to rip into him with a speech about civil liberties and how Hydra couldn't treat people, couldn't treat him, like they didn't matter. However, she was interrupted, and that interruption surprised her into silence.

"Anya," the Winter Soldier murmured the Russian form of Anna's name. His eyes were cold and unforgiving as he stared down Rollins, who was in as much shock as Anna was at the Soldier finding his voice. Rollins simply stared at him, confused both at what the Winter Soldier had said as well as the fact that he had spoken at all. His silent confusion was what prompted the Winter Soldier to point at the doctor across from him. "Her name is Anya."

Rollins turned his stare towards Anna, his eyebrow raising, inquiring what that was about. All she could do was shrug in response. The Winter Soldier had never spoken once since they met, hadn't said her name since she introduced herself. Why he was starting now, Anna didn't know. Without waiting for her to verbally respond, Rollins ordered the Winter Soldier to follow him. With no other choice but to follow orders, the Soldier rose from his seat.

Anna watched him as he left, his shoulders set in what she could only assume was frustration. When he reached the entrance of the cafeteria, he turned his head to look back at Anna, who immediately turned pink at being caught staring. Their eyes only met for a moment before Rollins was pulling the Winter Soldier's attention away from her. It wasn't until he was gone that Anna allowed herself a small smile: he had spoken, he had said her name.

…

The Winter Soldier had been waiting in the dark for a little over thirty minutes. When he was told he was needed, he had expected to have a mission tonight, not a meeting with Pierce. A part of him wondered why Pierce couldn't come to Hydra's base if he wanted to talk, but he pushed that thought away. He wasn't supposed to question their actions. He was only meant to take orders and complete missions; to clean up the messes they couldn't clean up themselves.

Pierce finally made his appearance ten minutes later, ambling slowly into the kitchen where the Winter Soldier was waiting. Pierce didn't acknowledge him until he turned from his spot in front of the fridge to find the Soldier staring at him. When Pierce asked if he wanted a glass of milk, the Soldier's eyes shifted slightly, narrowing the smallest bit. Unlike when the doctor asked him questions, Pierce didn't expect an answer. More than that, he didn't want an answer. He just wanted to show off the control he had over the Soldier.

When he didn't say a word in response to Pierce's question, Hydra's leader brought his glass to the table and sat down across from him, going right into the need-to-know details of his next mission. He only ever got need-to-know information. Things such as names, or why he was meant to kill the target were never deemed necessary. Only pictures, and deadlines held any importance to Hydra. At least, when it came to him.

The meeting didn't take long, even with the interruption of the housekeeper. She had come back for her phone, only to come across their meeting. The Soldier had been mostly in the dark, but she could still make out his silhouette in the shadow. Her eyes widened when they met his, while his silently studied her. Instead of ordering him to take care of it, Pierce grabbed the Soldier's gun from the table and took care of it himself, then continued with the meeting as if nothing had happened.

It was the cavalier way that Pierce had killed the woman that led to the Soldier's next jumble of thoughts. Because the housekeeper had done nothing wrong. She had not been a real threat. And yet, Pierce killed her, and let her dead body lie there on the ground as he discussed the Soldier's next mission. He had known her name and her life story, and yet had killed her without even flinching. The Winter Soldier couldn't understand how he could do that. When he killed, it was anonymous people that he didn't know. They were the bad guys, or so he was told, and he would be righting a wrong. That woman hadn't been an enemy, she hadn't done anything wrong. She hadn't even gotten a good look at him. She didn't have to die.

Of course, the Soldier never let those thoughts show across his face. It wasn't his place to judge situations. He was meant to follow orders, and as soon as he got his new orders, he took his leave through the back door he had entered through. Once outside, in the open air, he could relish in the one good thing about being ordered to leave the compound, whether it be for a mission or a meeting: he got to be alone. He got a small amount of freedom to carry out his orders as he saw fit. That was how he managed to make a tiny detour on his way back to the compound.

…

When Anna left the cafeteria, she sucked it up and asked one of the Hydra agents to lead her back to her room. She arrived at her destination significantly faster than she would have alone, thanks to that decision. Not that she really knew what to do with herself once she was there. The only person she didn't mind talking to wasn't at the Hydra compound, and her phone was dead. Without much hope at finding anything, Anna dug through all the pockets in her bag, eventually striking gold when she pulled out an old deck of cards.

It was in the middle of her umpteenth solitaire game, where she was once again losing horribly, that the Winter Soldier returned. He had come straight to the room he knew to be Anya's, seeing as it was the room where the other doctor had stayed, to find her door open and her attention fixed on her mattress. Remembering her reaction the last time he appeared without her expecting it, he cleared his throat to announce his presence.

At the sound, Anna glance up from her game, a bit surprised when she saw the Winter Soldier standing in her doorway, and taking up most of the frame. Abandoning her game, Anna swiped the cards up into a pile again as she waved the Winter Soldier in, happy at the chance of having some company again. She hadn't noticed that his arms were full until he wordlessly dropped the items on the bed before her. Picking up the first item, Anna realized it was a shirt: he had brought her clothes.

They were nothing glamorous, just a plain black tee, jeans, and socks. Simple, safe, and the best part, clean. When she discovered the panties, underneath the jeans, she actually blushed a little. Her embarrassment at the idea of him picking out her underwear didn't last long though, as Anna was distracted when she noticed every item of clothing still had the tags on them. She wasn't sure whether to be upset or touched. After a moment of deliberation, Anna settled on touched. The Winter Soldier had actually been listening to her when she babbled to him. He had taken the time to get her clothes, even if he had stolen them.

"Thank you," Anna finally spoke as she rose from the bed, folding the clothes and putting them in her bag for safe keeping. When she glanced back up at him, she was wearing a shy smile. "It seems I'm saying that a lot to you today."

The Winter Soldier simply stood silently by the foot of her bed, his intense eyes not giving any insight to what he was thinking or feeling. Their nice, quiet moment didn't last very long. It was interrupted by Rumlow as he came barreling through the door looking seriously enraged. He hadn't even really taken notice to the Winter Soldier being present.

"Where is it?" Rumlow demanded as he crossed the room. It only took several strides until he reached Anna and grabbed a hold of her upper arm tightly. "Where is your phone? Who did you call?" If she had gotten a hold of the Cap or her brother, things could get ugly for him. Especially if Pierce found out about it. It was his responsibility to keep her from communicating with the outside world; communication that could get them both killed.

The Winter Soldier didn't appreciate the tone Rumlow took with Anya, and he really didn't like the fact that he grabbed her like he had a right to. But what really pushed him into action was the grimace of pain that flashed across Anya's face when Rumlow shook her. It had his blood burning with anger and his mind defining Rumlow as the enemy. Rumlow didn't even notice the Winter Soldier moving until he was tearing his hand off of Anna with such force that it caused Rumlow to stumble back several steps. The Winter Soldier took that opportunity to step between the two, making sure that Rumlow wouldn't try anything else. Both of the Soldier's fists were clenched tightly as he glared down at the agent, ready to spring into action if the situation required it.

The Soldier's actions took Anna by as much surprise as Rumlow's had. As much as she hadn't expected Rumlow to man handle her, she most certainly didn't expect the Winter Soldier to react to it. She especially hadn't expected him to react by intervening and practically throwing Rumlow off of her. Not to say she didn't appreciate it. She was extremely grateful that he had been there to help, as there was no way that Anna could have fought Rumlow off herself, not very successfully at least. Because compared to her, both Rumlow and the Winter Soldier were giants who were too strong for her to do much damage.

Once Anna had gotten over the shock of what had just happened, she peeked around the Winter Soldier. Rumlow's eyes were drawn away from the Winter Soldier at the movement, and when his gaze fell on her, Anna tossed him her dead phone.

"I didn't call anyone," Anna muttered darkly once he caught it. "I just checked my messages. And you lied. You said you'd let me know if I got any important calls." Apparently Rumlow hadn't considered Captain America an important call, but to Anna, it was pretty up there in importance. Especially when she took into consideration the reason as to why he had called her.

"What would it have mattered? It's not like you'd have been allowed to call him back." Rumlow grumbled back. That had only been one of the reasons he hadn't told Anna about the Captain's call. The other one had more to do with his personal feelings towards the Cap and how he couldn't stand how close he was to Anna. He should have just deleted the messages as soon as he had listened to them.

"Just leave. You got what you came for." Anna muttered, crossing her arms as she sent the dirtiest glare she could muster towards Rumlow. When he didn't make a move to leave, she was about to shout at him, but was saved from having to when the Winter Soldier took a threatening step forward that had Rumlow immediately retreating.

With Rumlow gone, the Winter Soldier turned to face Anna again, though he was now much closer to her than before. Anna was reminded of their vast height difference as she had to tilt her head back a little to stare up at him. Honestly, she swore she was going to develop a complex about her height by constantly hanging out with men who were above average height.

"So," Anna broke the silence, figuring a distraction from what had just happened was necessary. "Since you stole underwear for me, it kind of puts us on a first name basis. So, what should I call you?" When the Winter Soldier simply shrugged in response, it had Anna's eyebrows pulling together in confusion. "Don't you have a name?"

"No. Maybe. I don't remember." The Winter Soldier admitted, making Anna's heart clench. Hydra had never given him a name after erasing his memories, and that wasn't right at all. Everyone deserved to have a name.

"I'll just have to give you one then," Anna announced, trying not to show how much the realization he hadn't had a name affected her. No need to make him feel self-conscious about it. As she contemplated what to call him, she immediately eliminated his real name. If she even tried to call him Bucky, it would raise a red flag with Pierce, who had threatened her not to do anything to enlighten the Winter Soldier to his identity. It would be too conspicuous of a rebellion if she called him Bucky.

"How about James?" He had rarely gone by his formal name in the past, according to Steve. It seemed safe enough, and true enough. If any Hydra agent overheard her calling him James, they would most likely be more apt to let it slide than if she called him Bucky.

"James," he repeated softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he nodded slowly in consent.

"Alright, James it is," Anna smiled up at him, happy that she had a name to refer to him as, rather than just calling him 'the Winter Soldier' or 'Asset' like everyone else there did. Hopefully it would help him to start considering himself a human rather than the machine Hydra wanted him to think he was.

…

Hydra must really see Steve as a threat, because they kept trying pretty hard to kill him. Now they were trying to kill Natasha too, all because she was helping him. Something that had, admittedly, taken Steve by surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so helpful, and loyal to his cause. Yet, she kept proving him wrong. Now they were stuck in this together, unsure of what steps to take next. First thing was first, they needed a place to hide. With Anna no longer an option, Steve could think of only one other person that might help them.

"I'm sorry about this." Steve started as soon as Sam had slid open his back door. "We need a place to lay low."

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," Natasha added as a supplemental excuse for why they were showing up on what was, practically, a stranger's door step asking for help.

"Not everyone," Sam answered, stepping to the side to allow the two entrance. "Have you heard anything from Anna?" He asked after leading them back to the spare bedroom, bringing up the topic of conversation that he had discussed last time he'd seen the Captain. At the mention of Anna, Steve's jaw clenched and he silently made his way past Sam into the bathroom.

"I take that as a no," Sam murmured as he came to stand in the doorway to the bathroom. "Word around the VA is she took a vacation."

"Somehow, I doubt she's relaxing where she is," Natasha commented as she went to sit on the bed.

"She's gonna be alright though, right?" Sam asked, his brows pulling together at the possibility that Anna would get hurt. It hadn't occurred to him before then; that whoever she had gone with would want to harm her. She had seemed to go willingly.

"I don't know," Steve forced out as he pulled his grimy tee shirt off. "Right now we need to focus on bringing down Hydra. If we take Hydra down, there's no one left to hold Anna captive." Steve knew if he kept focusing on the fact that Hydra had Anna it was going to drive him insane, between the guilt and the worry. Which was why he was attempting not to think about it. He just had to trust that she was tough enough and smart enough to survive long enough for him to take Hydra, and SHIELD, down.

A/N Hey everyone! This is a long note, but it contains IMPORTANT information. Specifically a link to this story's pinterest page at the end and questions for guest reviewers.

Let me start off by saying WOW I never expected to get so many reviews for the last chapter. It made me very happy, so thank you all. I try to respond to each individual review, but I can't do that for the guest reviews. Therefore, after this note I will be responding to those guests. Please, if you left a guest review read them because I have a couple questions for ya! And if those who are signed into your accounts and who are reviewing don't want me to respond to every single one of your reviews, just let me know and I'll stop.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this update :) As I mentioned earlier, I am posting the link to my Pinterest page for this story. It has character pics and fun screen shots with quotes from this story that I work on when I'm bored. If you check it out, I'd love to know what ya think. Like how you picture Anna, or suggestions for future screencaps. Oh and PSS just a heads up, this story will take an extended timeline of the movie, meaning things will take longer to progress to the end. Also, this story will continue past the point of where the movie ended.

Pinterest link (when typing it in you have to put in the punctuation that is in parentheses because fanfiction won't let me post full links for some reason…)

type in pinterest's come url adding at the end: (slash) lyricalheart14 (slash) rehabilitate (slash)

or you can search lyricalheart14 on pinterest under pinners to find me and it's the most recent board I've created.

To the guest who reviewed requesting a Winter Soldier PIC, did you mean picture or does PIC stand for something else that I don't know about? (I feel old just saying that. I'm not as up on internet lingo as I used to be…but let me just say I am 24 so I'm not that old yet.)

To the guest who mentioned enjoying Anna being Tony's sister: Would you want a little Tony 'cameo' at somepoint in the story aka he shows up in a future chapter?

To aragornsgirl: I hope you enjoyed the little snippet of Bucky's protectiveness of Anna. More to come…most likely.