Bucky woke up earlier than the day before. He woke up at one in the afternoon, then got out of bed and went downstairs to see that Amelia was sitting on her couch eating a bowl of food. He looked at her curiously, she had been so nice to him so far. He didn't think he deserved anyone to be nice to him at all. He even doubted that Amelia was just a ordinary woman, and that maybe she worked with HYDRA or S.H.I.E.L.D. It seemed like the only explanation to why someone was being so nice to a stranger. Maybe she was keeping an eye over him until someone came to get him, but he couldn't be so sure. That's why he continued to stay here, and as soon as he was better he would leave.

"Want some corn flakes?" Amelia questioned, her mouth full of the cereal. Bucky shook his head no. "Okay, well at least drink some water then."

He doesn't respond, instead just walks into the kitchen and fills a glass up with water, and then he drank it all in one go. He then filled his glass up again and brought it into the living room with him, putting it on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Amelia.

He didn't know what else to do other than to sit next to her.

She stopped chewing on her food and Bucky glanced at her. She sniffed the air, before turning to face him, "Um, do you want to take a shower?"

He wasn't even offended. He hadn't showered since his fight with Captain America, unless that lake counted as a bath. He probably smelt like dirt and sweat.

He felt too vulnerable to shower, but he knew he couldn't stay like this. Maybe it was time to take time off from being so defensive and cautious all the while and finally take time to enjoy himself.

So he nods, and Amelia sent him a smile before standing up and walking into the kitchen, putting her finished bowl into the sink. She walked back into the room to see that Bucky was already standing up, ready to follow her.

"I will need to check on your arm and bullet wound first, though." She told him, and then they both go up stairs. He sat on her bed while he waited for her to get a towel and her first aid kit. Whilst waiting he removed his shirt, knowing he'll need to do that anyway when she came back in to check his wounds.

She walked back into her room and tried not to get distracted again by him being shirtless. It was unprofessional, she shouldn't be getting distracted by his torso being exposed. She sat next to him, peeling off the bandaged that covered his wound, "Are you allowed to get your arm wet?" She asked, nodding her head towards his bionic arm.

"Yes, its programmed well. It can get water on it without it malfunctioning. It can actually stand a lot of things."

She raises her eyebrow, "Like what?"

He kept quiet, not trusting her enough to tell her. It helped him with his strength, for one. He could also go places go to places and pass through security, such as metal detectors, without setting them off. It was useful for a lot of things.

"Okay then." She muttered, knowing she wasn't going to get an answer from him. She chucked the dirty bandage in the bin beside her and looked at his wound. Her eyes widened. It had almost healed. She was sure that this wasn't possible. "What the hell?!"

"What?"

"Your bullet wound," She began, "It's almost healed!"

He furrowed his brows at her, wondering if she had even been paying attention. "I thought I had already told you that I heal quicker than most?"

"Yeah but- I didn't think you meant it. How?!"

"My healing speed and efficiency is at the highest limits of human potential, which means I can heal faster than most humans."

He said it so casually, and she continued to look at his wound in shock. She wanted to know answers, now. She thought he just got beat up by a bunch of thugs, but obviously there was something more to it. She took his other arm, and gently pulled the bandage of that too. His arm had completely healed, his broken bone was set.

"Bloody hell." She mumbled under her breath. She grabbed the wet cloth and dabbed his bullet wound, cleaning it as best as she could, leaving out his now healed arm as it obviously didn't need any more medication on it. She left his bruises, knowing the warm water will help sooth them even though only two remained on his skin. The rest had healed. "I'll put another bandage on again when you come out the shower."

"Okay."

"Will you answer some questions for me after?" She questioned, wanting to wait until he was out of the shower first.

"Depends what the questions are about."

"Okay." She nodded. She looked at his face, and noticed that if he kept his stubble growing for another week it would probably turn into a beard. "Do you want to shave?"

"Shave what?"

"Your beard. I mean, you don't have to. But the offer is always there. I know you guys have your preferences."

He reached his hand up to touch the bristles of hair. Maybe it was time for a shave. Maybe it was time for a new look entirely. He nodded his head yes, and she stood up and chucked him the light brown towel she had gotten him.

"The bathroom is the room opposite. There should be a shaver in the draw, use whatever shampoo and conditioner you want."

He stood up and walked out of her room, walking into the room opposite like she had said. He closed the door behind him and stripped of the rest of his clothing before standing in her shower cubical. Her shower looked different from the one he normally used in HYDRA but he wasn't stupid. He switched a button and sure enough, the water fell onto him.

Normally his showers were cold- not extremely cold, but cold. He didn't mind having cold showers as he had gotten used to them, but the water that fell onto his body was hot. He closed his eyes, loving the sensation he was feeling. All the things Amelia had let him do in her house, he felt spoilt. He knew he probably came across completely strange and probably stupid to Amelia, but he couldn't help it. He was experiencing real life again.

He picked up a bottle of shampoo and put some of it in his hair, running his hands through his hair and then soaked it out with water once he had finished. He repeated this again with the conditioner and stayed in the shower for fifteen more minutes before turning the shower off and climbing out. He dried himself with the towel Amelia gave him and got dressed in the clothes that Amelia gave him the other day.

Bucky finally saw himself in the mirror. His hair reached to about his jawline and his facial hair. It was an odd sensation to witness, because although Bucky was staring at himself in the reflection he didn't feel like himself. He thought he was just an ordinary guy doing a job like the rest of the others that worked with him. But then that Captain America guy came and claimed to have known him. And now it seemed that human life was so much different to what he thought it was. Staying in Amelia's home felt like luxury to him compared to how he normally lived. He grabbed the shaver Amelia pointed out and began to carefully shave off the remains of his stubble.

He felt like he had been lied to. All those jobs, all those assassinations he did -- all for nothing. HYDRA could have at least gave him some nice Spaghetti for the jobs he had done for them. Amelia made him Spaghetti for no reason at all.

All these thoughts laced Bucky's mind. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't stay here forever, and he definitely didn't want to go back to HYDRA. But he didn't know where else he could stay and he didn't know how the world ran now.

He wiped his wet hair out of his face and walked out of the bathroom, feeling clean and refreshed. He knew Amelia would want to bandage his wound again, so he walked towards her room with his dirty towel in his hand still, not knowing where to put it. He brought his hand up to open the door but stopped just as he sees a figure through the gap of the door.

She was getting changed.

He didn't know what to do or how to feel. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't and he didn't know why. She was already wearing grey 'joggers', as she calls them, but her upper half of her body was exposed as she looked through her wardrobe. He saw the curve of her breasts beneath her long brown hair, and this time he looked away guiltily as he started to feel an odd sensation creeping through his body.

She grabbed a bra and put it on before putting on a random shirt. She then picked up the first aid kit lying on the bed and packed everything away except for a bandage that she knew Bucky would need. She was still so curious, how can someone possibly heal as quick as he did? Not to mention the cybernetic arm. That just made everything more intriguing.

Amelia glances up when she hears a knock on the door, then Bucky walks in with the towel he had used to dry himself with. His hair curled slightly as his wet hair slowly dried and he still put on those clothes that were a bit too tight on him. She smiled, and took the towel out of his hands, "I'll put it in the washing machine later. Lift your shirt up." She instructs. He does as he's told, and once he does she manages to put the bandage over his wound in just under a minute. "All done."

She then got up and left the room, taking the towel with her. He followed after her downstairs and she chucks the towel into the washing basket before grabbing a big bag a popcorn from the cupboard.

"One of my favourite movies will be on in ten minutes, do you want to watch it with me?"

He nods, obviously having nothing else to do, and then they both go into the living room and sit the sofa. They both remain quiet as they watch the adverts on the TV. She starts to think of what she could ask him, and how she could bring up the conversation of his unusual healing abilities.

"What else can you do better than most humans?" She asks randomly, her eyes still fixed onto the TV. She didn't mean to sound so demanding, but she did let this man into her home so she deserved some answers.

"I can't trust you with that information."

"What the hell do you think I'm going to do? Tell my neighbours that you broke your arm and that it healed in a couple of days? Tell them your bullet wound healed in a couple of days? People will think I'm mad. I'm not going to tell anyone. And you owe me, I'm letting you stay here. I've been polite enough."

He wasn't really thinking about her neighbours finding out, but that maybe she was a spy. He didn't see any problem with telling her about his abilities, and even if she wasn't a spy he knew she would want answers. What a coincidence it would be if he had managed to climb into a spies house? What were the odds? "My strength are enhanced, along with my speed, stamina, durability, reflexes and agility."

She turned her head around to stare it him in disbelief, "So, what, you're super human?"

"...I guess I am different from other people." He starts, and now that he had someone he could finally talk to about his problems he couldn't bring himself to an halt, although he knew he should. His voice was low and his spoke slowly with hesitation, "I've never slept in a bed like yours before. I've been frozen in ice and when I was finally allowed to leave it was to do a job for the people I work-- worked for. I don't really remember anything from what I've done though, they wiped me of memory after each job and then I was frozen again. So yes, in skills and physical abilities I am different from you but you are way different from me too. You have warm shower water, and your bed is warm and comfortable. It's much better than the bed I slept on whilst I healed or the frozen cell they put me in."

Bucky let out a deep breath after his rant. He looks at Amelia's face for a reaction, but she just stares at him with a facial expression he couldn't understand. Confusion? Anger? He didn't know.

Amelia didn't know whether she should believe him, or if he was just a mad man. It was possible that he was telling the truth. She had heard about 'super humans' like Captain America from Evan and also from the news and media, he sounds similar to how Bucky described himself.

Maybe he ran away from S.H.I.E.L.D, but she couldn't imagine them doing anything to Bucky like what he just described to her. He could be telling the truth, it would explain his metal arm and the fast healing.

"I'm sorry." Bucky mumbled, knowing he shouldn't of said that. He had a feeling that he knew she wasn't a spy now from the surprised look she had on her face when he had told her.

"It's okay." She smiles warmly at him, and opens her bag of popcorn as the film begins to start. She extended the bag to him and offered him some, and he looked at it confusingly before taking some of the bag and putting it in his mouth. He never had popcorn before, but once he put it in his mouth he instantly wanted to eat more.

They stayed silent for the rest of the film, watching it peacefully and eating popcorn together. No one mentioned anything about what Bucky had just said, but that was okay. Because at least she listened and seemed to understand.