A/N: Sam's Pov again:
 
           " Oh Bucky... " I say as a pull out a depressed horrible looking Bucky. "What has happened to you." He looked like he hasn't slept in weeks, kinda like Tony. He smelled kinda. His hair was a mess and super nappy. "Why did you do do this?!"
    He stood there shocked. I almost dropped the plate of food while talking.  He just grabbed the plate of food and tried to go back but I grabbed him and pulled him inside his room while grabbing the plate back. "Stop. Please." he said sadly. "Well if you take care of yourself I'll stop. We need to get you fixed up. Forget Steve. Forgive Natasha" I say kind of quietly " Are you sure? You can't fix this mess. " I kind of chuckle. "First eat then take a shower. Also do you still have Conditioner? You'll NEED it"
          "Why do you even care?" I pause . Did he really just say that. "Listen you might be a pain the ass. Like really. But I do care about you." I say with a nice voice. I hand him the plate and fork.  " Now eat before your food gets any colder. He takes the plate and starts eating. "Thank you, Sam." " Anytime" I get up and go get ready for bed. Tomorrow is gonna be a big day.

A/N: hey! I'm baaaack! 238 words! Sorry it's short again! Well by