I looked in the mirror of (y/n)'s bathroom.

Why is she being so kind to me? I questioned. She didn't seem afraid of me when I told her my past.

(y/n) offered to help me. She offered to give me a place to stay. I had never met anyone who so willingly accepted anyone, especially a former assassin.

I sighed before splashing water on my face. If (y/n) could accept me with knowing my past, she might accept me knowing about my metal arm. Most people freaked out if they found out about it. I wondered how she would react to the nightmares I have about HYDRA. I shoved the thought away as I dried my face with a towel.

"Guess we'll just have to see what happens," I muttered.

I jumped slightly when I heard a light knock against the door.

"Dinner's ready," I heard (y/n) say.

"I'll be right out."

I heard her walk away from the door. Glancing back at the mirror, I took a deep breath. I looked at my coat and glove that were sitting on the ground. I picked them up and opened the door. As I walked towards the table, I put my stuff on a small desk.

"What did you make?" I asked as I sat down.

"Quiche," (y/n) replied, serving some onto two plates. "It's got eggs, bacon, spinach, and tomatoes. I hope you like it."

"Thank you." I took a bite of the quiche and sighed. I hadn't had food like this in ages. "This is really good. I haven't eaten like this in a while."

"Well, I'm glad I could help."

We sat in silence for a while, eating our food. Once we were finished eating, I helped (y/n) clear the table. I sat back down while she did the dishes.

"Bucky?" she asked quietly.

I looked at her.

"Yeah?"

"Did HYDRA give you that arm?"

I sighed and glanced at my metal hand.

"Yeah. When I fell off the train back in the war, I lost my arm. HYDRA gave me a new one." I looked up at her. "Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all. I actually find it kinda cool."