The next morning, I woke to the pale winter sun streaming in through the window. Rolling over on my mattress, I looked to the side to see Uncle Bucky still fast asleep, his metal arm hanging off the side of his bed.

I smiled and got up, stopping by the bathroom before moving into the kitchen to rifle through our food for a quick snack. When I returned to the living room with a banana, Uncle Bucky was just blinking awake, running a hand over his face and through his hair. Seeing me enter, he gave me a small wave and a soft smile. I raised my banana to return his greeting.

He sat up, rolling himself out of the bed and stretching. "Sleep well, Sunshine?"

I nodded, "Yeah, not bad for an air mattress. How about you?"

His brow furrowed, "Pretty well, surprisingly."

I cocked my head, "No nightmares?"

He shook his head, "Not a one."

"That's great! Must be my awesome presence."

He rolled his eyes and brushed past me to grab his own banana.

I followed him into the kitchen and he looked me over, gesturing at the bag of food, "We'll make some sandwiches too. A banana is not breakfast."

Once we had our sandwiches, we cleaned up our beds, carefully folding the mattresses and blankets and shoving them back into the suitcases. Then we went for a long walk, similar to the one we had done in Brooklin the day before, with Uncle Bucky carrying a bag of supplies. I showed him the neighbourhood, the shortcuts I used and the park I had played in as a kid. We didn't live far from Main Street, so I took him to the 'downtown' area, pointing out my school, mom's work and the rec centre where Grandma had played Bingo. The air was cool, but the sun was shining, so the weather was pleasant for being outdoors.

Then we started the longer trek out to the outskirts, where the cemetery was. We could have taken the bus, but with the weather being so nice we had decided to walk.

"Neither of them had an overly big funeral. Mostly just the community… Great-Uncle Charles came to Grandma's funeral though… that was the last time I saw him."

Uncle Bucky startled, glancing at me with a shocked look, "You met Charlie?"

We had never really discussed his other siblings much—the topic always changing somehow.

I nodded, "Not many times though, since he stayed in New York. We met a handful of times in the middle, but the only time he ever came all the way here was for the funeral. He died a few months later… Mom couldn't get off work to take us to his funeral, so we had a small memorial service said for him here instead."

He nodded sadly, "I remember…he died May 8…Becca was March 16, back in the 80s… I was able to find information on them, since they stayed in New York… but I had never found where Liz moved to… which is why I never found out about you all…"

I looked at him, "So that's why you never came to find us."

He sighed, "I did try. But I was too late for everyone else, and when I couldn't find any sign of Liz, there was a part of me that thought if I never found proof of her death, then maybe she was still alive…and I could always think of her that way…think that maybe I still had family out there… I did, it turned out, just not who I thought." He bumped my arm and shot me a smile, a smile that quickly faded as he looked off into the fields next to the road, "It was a lonely feeling, thinking I was the last Barnes on the planet. Neither Becca nor Charlie had any living kids or grandkids, at least none I was able to find any record of. And both my parents were only siblings… And at first, I was trying to keep a low profile, you know? Especially after everything I had done. Which included staying as far away from the Avengers as I could—including Steve."

I took his hand, squeezing it tightly and swinging it between us, "Well, now you have Steve and the rest of the Avengers as your found family, AND me—the family that you found, haha."

He chuckled and released my hand to throw an arm over my shoulder, tugging me close.

The cemetery gates came into view and we fell into silence as I led him through the rows, trudging through snow now that we were off the plowed roads.

We came to a stop next to Mom and Grandma's graves. I crouched down to brush the snow off of Mom's, and saw Uncle Bucky do the same next to me at Grandma's.

With my hand resting on top of the gravestone, I talked to Mom, giving her updates on my life since I had last spoken to her in-depth like this. I hadn't even realized I was crying until a tissue was being passed into my field of view. I looked up to meet Uncle Bucky's also-watery eyes, standing to hug him.

My voice was barely audible but I figured it was loud enough for super soldier hearing, "It was too soon for her… losing her brought me so much…you, Dad, my life in New York… but sometimes it feels like it cost me everything…"

His hug tightened, "I wish you could have had it all…you've been so brave and sometimes I forget how young you are to be going through all of this… I wish I could have reunited with at least one of my siblings, and that I had gotten to meet Mary…"

I sniffled, "You would have loved her, she was just like Grandma."

He gave another squeeze then let me go to pull a blanket out of his bag and laid it on the ground, sitting down, with me following after him. I sat with my head on his shoulder, his right arm over my shoulder, both of us facing the gravestones in front of us.

His voice was low when he spoke again, "Thank you for bringing me here. For showing me their lives. I know it must be hard for you."

I thought for a moment before answering, "It is…but it's also good to get to share this with someone else who is connected to them… Dad has done his best to support me, but Mom was just a blip in his life, there was no deeper connection there. And he never even met Grandma. They're just…strangers to him."

I snuggled closer to Uncle Bucky, my voice coming out quiet, "I know exactly what you mean by feeling lonely thinking you're the last one in your family... I thought I was the last of the Barnes' line too."

I took a deep breath, readjusting my head on his shoulder, "I'm really glad we found each other."

I felt his chest heave with a large exhale of his own. "Me too, Sunshine, me too."

We sat there for awhile longer, in silence at first but then starting a lighthearted conversation, reminiscing over some of our favourite memories with Mom and Grandma. Uncle Bucky produced some food from his bag for our lunch, and we even left some fruit on the gravestones—both of them had been fanatic about strawberries.

Eventually, even the sun wasn't enough to keep the chill away and I started to shiver. We laid some roses down next to the strawberries, Uncle Bucky shook the snow off the blanket and shoved it back in his bag, and we headed over to the bus stop.

"Okay, Sunshine, we have about two hours before we should start heading back to New York, what do you want to do with them?"

"Hmm… the arcade?"

I had pointed the arcade out to him earlier during the trip downtown, I had spent many hours there growing up, as had most of the kids. It was one of the few indoor things to do around here for fun, and for relatively cheap.

He nodded, "Okay, arcade it is."

We took the bus back to Main Street and I led Uncle Bucky down the unnamed side street, to a door with a flickering 'Arcade' sign. Pushing it open, we were greeted with a blast of warm air, the smell of hotdogs and popcorn, and the cacophonic sound of several games playing at once, all clinking, and chiming, and pinging amongst each other.

We descended the narrow staircase into the building's basement, and approached the desk to buy tickets. The attendant stood up from where she had been getting something from under the till, going still when she saw me.

I had also stopped in my tracks, causing Uncle Bucky to bump into me.

"What's wrong?"

I didn't answer him, instead staring at the girl in front of me. She stared back, eyes narrowing, "What are you doing here?"