Beeping.

That was what I heard when I regained consciousness. I didn't want to open my eyes. The same beeping had already confirmed everything had happened in the past…had it been days? Hours? Do I count the decades I missed? Exactly how long have I been awake? I'll just have to log that with the millions of other questions I had.

The footsteps became noticeable. It sounded like there was only one person in the room, and they were walking away from me but that quickly changed. As I heard the door open, a second set of footsteps walked in and closer to my bed. They paused for a moment, before a female voice, with a thick southern accent spoke.

"Alright, soldier boy, no need to pretend any more. We know you're awake."

I slowly opened my eyes, to see the women with red hair. She was standing over me, with a kind smile, and her light brown eyes were sparkling through the magenta-colored mask she wore on her face. It almost felt like I was staring up at family member, she seemed so warm and welcoming. It was almost terrifying.

"How you feeling, sugar?" she asked.

"Tired," I coughed, my voice was so hoarse and dry, that it hurt to talk.

Her smile turned in to a sad one. She turned around and came back with a paper cup in her hand. She gently slipped one of her hands under my head and brought the cup to my lips with the other. Sweet, cooling water washed down my throat, soothing it.

"Take it slowly," The woman advised.

She took the cup away, once I was finished.

"Better?" she asked.

I nodded and leaned deeper in to the mattress. At least it was comfortable. It wasn't a cloud, but it wasn't a rock either. I looked around the room again. Now, that I wasn't either dying, or…panicking…I can finally get a good look at the room.

It was a decently sized room. On one side of the room there were three beds, with me in the one on the left, or the one closest to the entrance. The other two beds were empty. On the other side of the room were some machines that I didn't recognize, that were sitting on desks; a boy, Taiga? He was sitting at one for them. In the far back corner of the room was a bunch of potted plants; a lot of potted plants. The plants were resting underneath an orange-ish light, that was probably there to keep them warm. I was honestly surprised that they were even alive, because it was freezing in here.

"Any pain anywhere?" the woman asked.

"My arm," I rasped. My arm still had a dull ache, but it still felt like it was still there. Like I could still move it. Was that normal? My throat didn't burn anymore thanks to the water.

The woman hummed, before beginning to gently unwrap the bandages on what was left of my arm. I winced when the bandage finally was off. My skin was stained red, thin and scabbing. It was being held together with large dark stitches, and the cold air made the wound sting. It looked awful, and suddenly hurt a lot more than it did a few minutes ago.

"It doesn't look like it's inflamed or anything. So, you don't need to worry. Anything you feel is from it is just your nerves trying to make sense of what happened," She began to rewrap up my wound and then flashed me a warm smile, "Which is a good thing, really. It means that your nerves are still active enough that we can attach them to a good prosthetic."

Prosthetic? Do they honestly think one of those would help me? I've only seen ones for cut off legs, but I don't even know if one would work for my arm. But then again, I'm in the future, so who knows what they came up with. Maybe these guys have Stark's line.

"Alright, I'm going to check a few more things on you, and ask a few more questions. You don't have to answer them right away if you don't feel comfortable with them, but try to answer the ones you can. That alright?" She spoke.

I nodded. If this was an interrogation, she was nicest person to ever do it to me.

"Good, we'll start out simple. Do you remember me?"

"You're my doctor," I mumbled.

"Yes, I am. Do you remember my name?"

"Uhm…Dr. Mc…Clark?"

She laughed, "Close, It's McClain. But good guess."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I'm actually kind of surprised that you guessed that close, considering all the chaos that happened after I told you."

I looked away from her, I honestly was still a little embarrassed about what happened. Even if I don't really remember it. Dr. McClain must have noticed that, somehow.

"Don't be ashamed of that little spat sweetheart. It happens to the best of us," Dr. McClain brushed, a weird 'circle on a handle' devise over my forehead, that beeped when she removed it.

"Just checking your temperature," Dr. McClain reassured.

I raised my eye brow.

She laughed again, "Yeah, thermometers have had a few updates," she glances at the object in her hand and hummed, "A still a little warm but much better than you were the last time you woke up."

I had a fever? That would explain why I felt so buzzed, it wasn't just from the drugs.

"Alright, so you're Bucky Barnes?" Dr. McClain said, as she picked up a devise that looked like it was in a plastic case.

I nodded, "Yes, mam," I said with fake cheerfulness, trying to ready myself for the onslaught of questions, that would surely come from meeting someone, who would be to her, was a historic figure.

"Okay, can I get your full name?" she asked calmly, like this situation didn't faze her.

"James Buchanan Barnes," I answered.

"So, your middle name is where your nickname came from," she mumbled probably to herself, while tapping, on the devise in her hand. What was she doing?

"Is this how you spell it?" Dr. McClain said, flipping the devise over for me to see.

I'm pretty sure that my eyes popped out of my head. Inside the plastic case looked like a glowing sheet of paper. My name printed on it, near the top, along with a few other things. The writing was not hand written, but looked like it had been printed by a type writer. How?

I just slowly nodded to answer her question.

"Okay," she pulled the strange glowing paper devise away, "Can I get a birthday?"

"Uhm…March 10th 1925."

She tapped a few more times on the glowing paper thing.

"What are you doing?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

She looked up from the glowing paper, "Oh, don't worry sweetheart I'm logging your information into my records."

I quirked my eyebrow, not believing her.

Her face suddenly morphed with realization, before laughing, hopefully at her mistake and not at my stupidity, "Oh, sorry. Here let me explain," she brought the strange glowing paper closer, allowing me to see, "It's called a tablet. It allows you to store information, well, that's what I mostly use it for, it can do other things. Like tell me recent news, or contacted people from far away, though people still prefer to use phones for that."

Okay, now my eyes were defiantly trying to pop out of my head. How could something so small do all that? How did it call people without an antenna? How did she write on it? I didn't see a pen.

"How?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know the specifics. I'll have to ask my daughters about that. These are actually quite new. Even to me," Dr. McClain said.

"How did you get my name on there?"

"That I can semi-explain," she held the devise…the tablet…out me, "Touch the screen."

I gently brushed the figure tips of my only hand and to my shock, the picture of the screen moved with it. Dr. McClain might have to figure out how to put my eyes back into my head at this point.

"There are special sensors underneath the screen, that allow our physical touch to move the digital images."

I didn't understand half of the words she said, but I was too amazed to listen.

"Here, you can look at it, for a moment while check on few things," she handed me the tablet.

Was she really handing me this? I knew that something like this had to be expensive, that much I could tell. And she was just handing me this? Eventually my curiosity, got the better of my shock and I started looking at the screen in front of me.

It looked like a basic piece of paper, just trapped behind glass, glowing and less floppy. Black printed, not hand written, words were organized on the side, and at the top, like a normal file. There were a few things I recognized, like, "Name", "Birthdate", and "Blood Type"; all of them filled out. But there were others that I didn't recognize, such as, "Power Status" and "Classification Clan". Both of which were blank. Maybe they were some new future things that military needed.

Seeing as there was more written at the bottom but only obstructed by the end of screen, I tried to move the glowing paper again. It was a little more difficult with just one hand but I managed to use my thumb. There was large block of writing, labeled, "past injuries". I questioned whether or not I wanted to read this.

"Limb Loss (Left Arm)"

"Second Degree Burns (Full Body)"

"Minor Concussion"

"Internal Bleeds"

"Collapsed Lung"

"Shattered Ankle (Right Leg)"

"Embedded Shrapnel (Right Calf) (Removed)"

"Lacerations (Full Body)"

There were a few more listed but I couldn't read anyfurther. It was worse than I thought. God! How was I not dying in agony right now? They must have some strong pain medication in the 21st century. Just another thing I don't know about.

I had finally realized that I was really in the future. I didn't know anything about the world around me anymore. The devise in my hand was enough to prove that. I've missed over 70 years. What has happened in that time? Did we win the war? Did WWIII happen or did people come to their senses? Was Hydra gone? The never-ending questions continued to swirl until my head started to hurt.

"Hey, you alright, Sugar?" Dr. McClain, said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I didn't know how the answer. No, I was not alright. I was trapped in another century! I was alone. I didn't know anything about this world. But could I say that openly? These people seemed nice but people can easily lie. What am I going to do?

Dr. McClain, somehow knew how confused I felt, as she reached out and grasped my only hand, "Hey it's gonna be alright."

I nodded, trying to believe her.

Dr. McClain smiled and turned around to speak with the boy at the strange machine, "Taiga, your sister is making lunch, right?"

Taiga, turned towards us and nodded.

"Can you go and ask her to bring something simple down?"

Taiga, nodded before, getting up from his chair and left the med-bay.

Dr. McClain turned back to me, "We want you to try and eat something, okay?"

I nodded. The topic of food now clouded my mind. I didn't really feel all that starving which was weird because I hadn't eaten in…over 70 years…wow. I did feel like I could eat though. Which made me wonder, what did people in the future eat? Did food change a lot in the past 70 years? Did they eat bugs, like that one time me and cap had to eat crickets? I sure hope not.

"Alright, kiddo, I know you got questions and keeping them locked up inside you isn't going to help. You can ask me stuff," Dr. McClain said.

I sighed; how did she know? Was I making it that obvious? "I don't know where to start," I said, honestly.

"Well, what's nagging at you the most. We'll start there."

"Uhm…I don't know which side you're on, but d-did we win? Did the allies win?"

"Boy, we would be having a very different conversation right now, if we didn't win."

"We did?"

"Yep, a lot of that is thanks to some of the work you, the captain did. Though you might want to not brag about that around here."

"Why?" what would these people have against Cap?

"Not everyone here is a 100% fan of your friends work during the war. There are some people who don't really see him as a perfect hero."

"There are people now who agree with Nazis, now?" Oh, no, did I really get captured by an enemy?

"Oh, God no. That's not what I'm saying, sugar," she sighed, "Only the Lost Queen, knows what would happen to us if those suckers won the war. A lot of the people who aren't his fans opinions have nothing to do with the work he did for America, but rather how he was doing it."

"What are you taking ab…"

The suddenly door opened, cutting off my question. Taiga walked back in and held the door open allowing the same girl I had saw the first time I woke up. She was carrying a large plastic red tray, that had a small bowl on it. Taiga and her were gently speaking to each other in the language that I didn't recognize.

It was only now that I noticed the clothes they were wearing. To put it simply future clothes were weird. Taiga was wearing what looked like some type of stiff, bright green and black, tightly worn jacket, with a high collar that was zipped all the way up. He had on black pants, that seemed looser near his ankles. And I don't even know what kind of stompers he was wearing! They were a strange shape with brightly colored laces, with some strange misshapen check marks on the sides.

The girl was dressed similarly. She was also wearing a jacket, but she wore her jacket unzipped and colored midnight black with bright gold details. She strangely wasn't wearing a skirt, but rather a tight pair of dark blue pants, with boots that matched her jacket that stopped just below her knees. On her face was bright gold mask that framed her hazel eyes.

What was with these people and masks?

"Alright you two. Cut the chatter, this guy needs to eat," Dr. McClain, said gesturing to me.

"Sorry, Aunt Amelia," the girl said.

I was pretty surprised by that line. So, they were related? They didn't look like each other, at all. But it would explain how the girl got onto what I was guessing was a military base. It was how I got so involved.

"It's fine girly. Keep an eye on him for a few moments will you I'm going to drag your brother out of his work, so he'll eat," Dr. McClain said.

"Aunt Amelia, I can care for myself," Taiga said.

"Sure honey. We'll be right back."

The girl nodded as they stepped out.

The girl stepped forward closer towards me, "Do you need help sitting up?" here eyes started to gleam mischievously, "Or would you rather I spoon feed you?"

I was so shocked by her suggestion, that I started to stutter, "W-what? No, I can feed myself," I said trying to sit up. It was a lot harder with just one hand to balance myself.

She giggled, and placed the tray on one the side tables close to my bed, "Hold on," she said. She leaned down and pressed a button on the side of my bed, and the head of my bed began to move forward.

"Whoa, whoa," I yelped, as the bed pushed me up.

The girl giggled again, as she removed her hand from the button make the bed stop. Leaving me in a not entirely straight sitting position. She reached passed me and adjusted the fallen pillow behind my head.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, still kind of freaked out.

"I'm guessing beds didn't move back in the 40s," the girl said as she places the tray in my lap.

"No," I said, "And how did you know that I was from the 40s?"

"This is a pretty small and tight-knit rescue team, so word travels fast around here. I'd say everyone here know about you," she took a seat in a nearby chair.

"Is that why you call your medic, Aunt?" I asked.

"You could say that, but her and my dad are also close friends, so that's another reason," she opened a book that she had brought, and begun reading it.

I nodded, I understood what that was like. Cap was kind of like my older brother, and I've seen how loving Dr. McClain was, it wasn't be too hard to believe that they treated each other like family.

I finally looked down at the bowl in my lap. There was some kind of bronze broth resting inside.

"This doesn't have any bugs in it right?" I asked, grabbing the spoon with my only hand.

The girl looked up at me; one of her brows raised. She started laughing, "No, it's chicken broth. What made you think it was bugs?"

"I thought that people might have started eating bugs in the past couple decades?"

"Why?"

"Some guy said that it would take off in the future and…"

"Oh, no… we don't. Well, I do know a few who do, and they are sometimes used in candy bars, for coloring, and protein bars. But you don't need to worry about those here unless you want to try them."

"No, thank you."

"My thoughts exactly."

The broth was delicious. Salty, and flavorful. I tried to pace myself as my stomach hadn't been used in a while, but it was difficult. I didn't realize I was that hungry. I decided that talking might help me slow down.

"So, what's your name?" I asked the girl.

"Arrow," she answered.

I paused, "Arrow?"

"Yep, Like a bow and arrow. And don't even think about making any jokes about it. Believe me I have heard them all."

"I'm sure you have."

"Most people just call me, Row. So, you could as well, I don't really mind."

"Okay, Row. I'm Bucky."

"I know," she said looking back to her book.

"You don't have any questions?"

"You mean about your past?"

"I guess, yeah."

"No, not really."

"Really?"

"Really. Are you surprised by that?"

"Yeah, I honestly thought I would get a lot of questions about it."

"Some of the younger ones might, but that's because they don't know any better. You don't need to worry about the rest of us."

I hummed and took another sip of my soup, "Why not?"

"Why not what?"

"Why don't you ask?"

"None of my business, and it's kind of one of the rules around here. We don't ask about each other's history unless the situation demands it."

I nodded, that was very respectful rule. Maybe that's why I hadn't had a full-blown interrogation yet, "Can I ask you something?"

Arrow looked up and nodded.

"Why do you wear a mask? Other than fashion preference."

She chuckled, "My dad said the gold would bring out my eyes, thanks for confirming that fact for me. As for you question, the mask is a mark of our warriors, or a mark of adulthood. Once a young one completes their training, they earn their mask."

"So, why, does Dr. McClain wear one, medics don't really fight."

"Oh, you have not seen Aunt Amelia when she's angry, believe me, she has combat training, on top of her medical. It's not safe for our medics if they can't defend themselves. But masks aren't just for combat trainees, you can earn one from any training course as long as they're, beyond basic education and are certified by the council."

"Oh, so you earned your mask?"

"Yep, earlier this year."

"So, you're now a nurse?"

"No, I didn't go into the medical track."

"Really? Then what did you train for?"

"Combat. And yes, women are allowed to do that in this era. Word of advice, remember that fact. This is actually my first field mission, so."

"Oh…well sorry for ruining this for you. I sure, you didn't expect to find a soldier stuck out of time."

She started laughing, "Don't worry about that. It was actually starting to get pretty boring, around here. You're just the factor that will make it impossible to forget."

"How long did it take you to earn your mask?"

She hummed, clearly trying to remember the years, "Eleven to twelve years."

I froze. Eleven to twelve years?! "Wait, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"You started your training, when you were four?!"

"Yep."

"The U.S Army is recruiting children to train?! Wha…When did all this mask stuff start?"

Arrow's face twisted with confusion, and she raised one of her brows, "U.S Army? What do they have to do with how train our young?"

I froze, these guys were military right? "The man, I talked to last time I was awake. I think his name was Christin. He said that this was military safehouse."

"Well, I guess you could call us a military, we do protect an 'almost' nation. But we have nothing to do with the U.S Army. Actually, they don't even know we exist."

Okay, I was starting to panic again. Who were these guys? "Then who are you? How do you have access to a base if they don't know about it?"

"Our safehouses, are either repurposed abandoned buildings, or structures we built ourselves. Each of them part of routes that allow us to run our extraction missions."

"What extraction missions? The war is over, isn't it?"

"Wow, Dad didn't tell you anything did he?"

Arrow, got up from her seat, placing her book down where she once sat. She turned on her heel, and walked to the other side of the med-bay. Her boots clacked on the hard stone floor. She swiveled around until she faced the chair. Raising her hand, with her thumb, index and middle finger up and her other two fingers curled, she flicked her wrist towards her. The book suddenly went flying over my head, and Arrow caught it in her other hand.

"Bucky Barnes. You have no idea what world you just stepped into."


A/N:

Hello! Everybody been a while I know. This one took three different versions before finally found one that worked.

I couldn't find an exact birthday for comic Bucky, so I decided to go with the movies date (March 10), but keep the comic year (1925).

Next time is also a Bucky Chapter, so see you there. And I will hopefully be uploading chapter four to the story "a Touch of Winter" and MCU story of mine, so BYE!.