Yay! I got the idea for this one at work, and just had to write it!

Awesomesaurs: Right! I love Sam!

Tiphanie: Yes, they are making progress! Anna is very confused, something that's going to be talked about in the next chapter...I think...something like that...you know me. Yeah, I had to throw that part in there somewhere, I mean that was genius! How could I not? Sam has got his hands full, but they are so perfect!

inperfection: Right! I'd give in to those looks! Yeah, Sam is totally smitten, but poor Anna is clueless. She'll get there eventually.

Enjoy!

Anna was still laying in bed when Clint came in. He had a bowl of cereal in one hand, pushing the door open with the other. He stared at the lump on the bed. He would have thought she was asleep, if Wilson hadn't told him otherwise.

"Hey kid." He said moving over to the bed, pulling the desk chair over so he could sit. "Wilson sent me up with this. He would have come himself, but he's on a call right now. He also told me to stay here and make sure you eat it all." She didn't move. "And he also told me if you didn't eat, I could feed you. So take your pick." Still nothing.

Clint sighed, setting the bowl on the nightstand, before leaning forward. He wouldn't have thought she was even alive, if it hadn't been for the slow blink of her eyes, and her deep breaths.

"Look, kid. We've all destroyed some part of this tower at least once since we all moved in. Hell, you should have seen it after the battle. One big old mess. We've all lost control, had a breakdown, shot an electric arrow into the ass of one of Tony's staff members, electrocuting him on accident." The corner of her mouth twitched, and Clint celebrated a little victory. "Hell, you should see what Nat can be like. She gets lost in her head sometimes. Those widow bites sting like hell. What happened to you is nothing new to us. Tony is just upset because you didn't tell any of us. We're not going to be mad at you for having powers. You're in a building full of people with powers on one scale or another. You're more welcome here than you realize. And you have Sam, who can help you, if you let him. I get it. Natasha was a little cautious at first, but she eventually opened up. You'll get there someday." He sat up straighter. "Now that my little monologue is over, are you going to eat? Or do I need to get out the choo-choo train?"

Bucky dreamed of her again. He was fighting her, forcing her down on the ground on her knees, yanking her arm back at an unnatural angle. Her scream hurt his ears, as well as the sound of popping joints. She was crying, begging him to stop, but he didn't. Her skin began to glow, white hot pain stinging him where he was touching her, making him release her, stepping back. She fell to the floor, sobbing as she held her shoulder. Two guards came in, one going to her, hissing at her to get up, kicking her in the back when she didn't move. He yanked her up, a scream leaving her as he jostled her shoulder. She was dragged from the room, his eyes following her, before they landed on a small man with glasses, staring at him from the doorway.

Bucky shot up in bed, rushing to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet. His head was pounding, and he felt like he was choking. His metal hand crushed the side of the toilet as he fought the programming in his head. Warmth touched his back, sweet words whispered in his ear. Steve.

Bucky calmed down, Steve working him through his nightmare that never ended. Steve cleaned him up. Steve got him back in bed. Steve held him, comforting him. He was James Buchanan Barnes. He was Steve's soulmate. He was in New York. He was in Avengers Tower. He was safe.

Bucky avoided Anna that day. It wasn't hard, Clint saying she hadn't hardly moved since he'd gone up to give her food. He'd peeked in on her a couple times, making sure she was alright, partially for his sake, and partially because Sam had told him to. Bucky didn't want to see her at that moment, because a part of him knew what he was seeing wasn't a dream. He just didn't know what was real, and what was created by his subconscious.

He trained with Steve in the gym, working extra hard to try and shake the nightmare, but he couldn't. It kept eating away at his head. Maybe he'd talk to Sam. Sam could help him. Sam always helped him. Even though he'd nearly killed him multiple times. He'd nearly killed a lot of people in the tower, though. And from the feelings he was having, Anna fell on that list as well.

He went down to Sam's office, nearly running into Anna as she walked through the door. He side stepped, getting out of her way. She looked up at him, a pained expression on her face, meeting his eyes for a second, before turning and rushing down the hallway. He felt bad. She was just a kid. A scared kid. He didn't mean to be imposing, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd met her before.

Anna sat upstairs in the rec room that night. She still couldn't sleep, her mind whirring. Bucky was starting to recognize her, which was something she couldn't have. She saw it in her eyes when she'd run into him earlier. That was going to complicate things further. She stared down at the burner phone in her hand, typing slowly on the keypad.

Have you made contact?

Need more time. She wrote, wanting to stall things as much as possible.

"Hey." Sam said, walking around the couch, making her jump a little. "Sorry. I keep doing that." He said as he sat down an arms length away from her.

"'S okay." She said, slipping the phone into her pocket, tucking her legs up against her chest. A defensive position. She was wearing shorts and Sam wanted to run his fingers over the smooth skin that was showing.

"So. You wanted to talk."

She stared at the floor for a while, not saying anything. Sam sat in silence, knowing she'd talk when she was ready.

"I'm sorry I can't give you what you want." She finally said, not looking up.

Sam shook his head, a little taken aback by that statement. "No, no. This isn't about me. Granted, I didn't think I would meet you like this. But then again, I didn't plan on meeting Captain America, helping him keep an ex-Nazi organization from killing half the population, or becoming an Avenger, and working for Tony Stark, either. But it is what it is."

"I didn' ever plan on meetin' you." She said quietly. "Draggin' ya into this. But you're already here."

"I was gonna hunt you down. Look for you. I was determined to find you someday." Sam said, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers brushed Anna's cheek, making her flinch. "You don't like being touched, do you?"

"It's not so much that…"

"You're scared you'll lose control and hurt someone."

"You don't know the things I've done to people just by touching them." She said, finally turning to look at him. "I didn't mean to…" She shook her head. "I just can't control it." She looked back to the floor.

"Because you're afraid of what you can do." He said and she nodded. He ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek, feeling the energy start to build beneath his fingertips. "Just relax." He said.

"I don' want to hurt you." She said, shaking her head.

"Just take a deep breath and close your eyes." She did, and he scooted closer, her silky hair brushing his fingers. "Remember what I told you to do, when I was feeding you a few days ago. To find a place that makes you calm. Relaxed." She nodded. "I want you to do that again."

It took a moment, but he watched her visibly relax, sinking back further into the couch. He slid up right next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, his other hand resting on her knee. She flinched slightly, but he didn't feel any pain come from her. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek. She gasped lightly, but she didn't hurt him, so he pressed a second kiss lower on her cheek, working his way towards her jaw. She turned to look at him, eyes lidded, lips parted. They were a few inches apart, neither of them moving as they breathed.

"Why does it feel so right?" She breathed, looking up into his eyes.

"Because it is. We're supposed to be together. We were designed for each other, and Fate shoved us together. We're supposed to be here, right now, together." His eyes drifted down to her lips, rosy and plump, waiting for him.

"The last man that tried to kiss me was sent into cardiac arrest almost immediately." She said quietly.

"I'm willing to take that risk." He said, squeezing her knee lightly.

"But I'm dangerous."

"So are half the people in this tower." His forehead brushed hers as he leaned closer. "You can't keep living in fear."

"The people around me only get hurt."

"I'm willing to take that risk." He whispered, his hand moving from her knee to her rest on the side of her neck. His thumb brushed along her jaw as he waited for her to make the first move. "You're afraid. But you don't have to be." His breath mingled with hers as he spoke. "I will take care of you, baby girl. Just like I promised."

She inhaled shakily, and for a moment he was terrified she'd pull away. Terrified she'd slip out of her peaceful state and he'd get hurt, or worse. Something she'd carry with her for the rest of her life. But she surprised him, leaning forward, pressing her lips against his.