I got to carried away with Bucky/Wanda from my last chappie. I'm sorry. I was having fun with it.

Sorry for the lack of this chapter!

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The first thing Bucky felt when he woke up the following morning was a heavy weight on his chest. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he yawned and is surprised to see Wanda who slowly started to wake up herself. He knew they talked that night, but that's really all they did, and he went to get the whisky bottles.

She laid on his chest with startled surprise in her eyes. "Morning."

"Morning. Um, I can't get drunk even though I drank that whole whisky bottle." He starts nervously and Wanda smiles.

"Two bottles actually." She corrects, before her smile fades. "You don't remember last night do you?"

"Super soldiers are suppose to have good memories. But I'm a broken man, out of his time."

"We talked. You were mad and angry with me. And we were able to talk."

"I respect you Wanda. If you want to leave, then don't let me stop you."

She pulled away and sat up, causing him to sit up. "I won't lie, I did think about leaving."

"Vision has powers." Bucky said as he climbed off his bed and moved to a chair to quickly pull on his jeans. "He can protect you better than I can."

Wanda stayed where she was. "And what makes you believe that?" She asks, watching him as she cocks her head to the side as she tries to study him.

He turns to fully face her. "Look at me."

She got off the bed and moved to stand in front of him. "I see a lost man." She takes his vibranium arm. "And now that you are free."-

"I'm a wanted man."

"That was not you." She let go of his vibranium arm. "You were framed."

"You say that so calmly."

"It's the truth."

Bucky ran a hand through his shoulder length hair.

Wanda took his vibranium arm again. "I feel safe with you. I feel safe with everyone under this roof."

Bucky is quiet, looking away from her. "Why are you here?" He asks quietly. "In front of me at this hour."

She lets go of his arm once again. "You asked me to stay, so I stayed."

"But."- He starts and trails off when she gently places her fingers to his lips.

"Sh." She gently shushed. "We are both consulting adults. Don't need approval from anyone." She lowers her hand and gently places it on his chest. "Now why we should do our morning routine. There is a young boy who you need to talk to, and then the rest of us get to talk to him too." She leans up to kiss his cheek.

Bucky blinks hard, twice. "Yes ma'am."

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Harry sat Indian Style on the bed in the spare room of the cabin. The letters from his friends sat in his lap, as Hedwig is perched on the back of a chair as she watches him. He looks up when a knock comes to his open door and finds Bucky. "Sargent." He greets. "Come in."

Bucky walked into the room. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Bucky moves to sit on the edge of the bed. "How'd you sleep?"

Harry nods. "I slept good. Thanks."

Bucky looks at his lap. "Listen kid. I'm sorry I just dumped you off with the others last night. That wasn't right of me. I was moping around with some adult stuff." He looks back at Harry. "I'm sorry."

Harry blinks a few times behind his glasses. "It's ok. I'm use to being ignored."

"It's not ok. You and I are blood, we're family." Bucky took in a deep breath. "Let's start over. I'm James Buchanan Barnes."

"Harry James Potter." Harry smiles a little, but it soon fades. "What am I suppose to call you? The woman you and Hawkeye fight about calls you James, but Captain America calls you Bucky."

Bucky smiles softly. "That's cause Steve and I are childhood best friends. The others call me by my last name. You can call me either James or Bucky, I answer to both."

Harry nods. "Can I call you James?" He asks. "That was my dad's name."

Bucky nods. "Of course." He looks at Hedwig. "Your owl is beautiful."

Harry beams as he turns to the snowy white owl. "Thank you. She's my very first birthday present."

Bucky smiles. "Why don't you come downstairs, bring Hedwig with you. The others are looking forward to learning more about you." He starts to stand.

Harry bobs his head with a smile. "Ok."