Amelia yawns, walking out the kitchen with a hot mug of coffee in her hands. She couldn't have tea as she ran out of tea bags but she didn't mind coffee. She sat back down on the sofa, grabbing the remote and switching on the TV.

She woke up early and nothing interesting was on yet other than the news. She sighs, putting the remote down and watches the news, taking a sip of her coffee. A news reported was just explaining what detail they had on the SHIELD and HYDRA battle, but most of it is confidential and that they would tell us if they find any more information. Then the weather came on, and they explained that we should be expecting sun with a bit of rain during the week. Amelia puts her mug of coffee on the coffee table and picks up her phone, seeing she had a message from Evan.

From Evan: Fine then bitch I will be the one to start talking to you after two weeks of silence. I've been sooo busy lately! SHIELD was nearly destroyed by HYDRA and I had to try and save all the computer data. How fun! Anyway, I'm re-watching Game Of Thrones while eating a massive bowl of popcorn, wishing you were here to share them with me. Oh well, more for me:)

She grinned as she read the message, quickly typing a message back.

To Evan: Sorry for late reply, I just read your message. I heard about the battle a few days ago on the news. You live near SHIELD so did you see everything in HD? Was it cool? Was you in the building at the time?  Is everything there okay?

She hits send and opens her Tumblr app. She knew Evan was probably asleep from staying up all night watching Game Of Thrones, so she didn't expect a reply anytime soon.

Her attention goes away from her phone and to the TV as she hears the reporter mention 'urgent news.' She saw that on her telly was a photo of Bucky. The man in the background talking explained that people should phone the number below if they see him as he was an highly dangerous man. Amelia grabs the sky remote and pauses the TV, rising to her feet and quickly runs to her room, shaking him awake.

Bucky woke with a start, looking at the woman shaking him awake with her hair a mess and her phone in her hand. He looked at her confusingly.

"You're on the news."

"What?"

"You're on the news," she repeats, grabbing his hand and dragging him downstairs. She pressed play on the remote and watched the TV as it played. Bucky stared at it, not really surprised. Amelia however was filled with worry. She looked at Bucky's calm expression, "We have to be careful."

"I know."

"If someone see's you they will phone the police, or HYDRA, or SHIELD but HYDRA will come because apparently HYDRA took over SHIELD. I'm so confused." Amelia sighed. Who was she to trust? HYDRA could have taken over the police force too, or the government, like the did with SHIELD. And was SHIELD okay now? Did they win? Who knows.

Bucky didn't know what else to say. He knew they had to be careful, he was planning on being careful anyway. He looked at the couch below him, seeing the cream fleece that was left on there from when Amelia had slept. He immediately felt bad. His wounds had healed now, and he was still taking Amelia's bed.

"Look's comfortable," He comments, nodding at the sofa, "I think I'll sleep here."

"Huh?" Amelia raised her eyebrow, "You want to sleep on the couch when you have the choice on sleeping on a comfortable bed? What's wrong with you?" She joked. He looked at her seriously and shrugged.

"This looks comfortable too, like I said. You can sleep in your bed, It is yours after all."

"Well, okay then." She says, not bothering to argue. She missed her bed anyway. 

Bucky's mind goes back to the news, thinking about the photo they showed of him, his long hair swept at the side of the face as he looked into the camera for the photo. He then remembered the Smithsonian, and the old pictures of him where his hair was shorter. He decided it was time for a change, "Maybe you should cut my hair."

Amelia looked at him in dread, "You want me to cut your hair?"

"Everyone will be looking out for a longed haired man, so I'll need to cut it." Bucky wanted it cut anyway.

"Yeah but, I can't cut it."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll mess it up."

Bucky rolls his eyes slightly, not caring how he would look. He just needed it cut, "You'll be fine."

"Do, do you want me to cut it now?"

"If you want to cut it now."

"Okay." She sighs, going on her phone and searching a tutorial on a good hairstyle. Bucky stared at her in confusion again, she had just agreed on cutting his hair now and instead she's on that little machine of hers.

"So, are you going to cut it or not?"

"Yeah, go fetch the scissors." She orders, her eyes not leaving her phone. He furrows his eyes at her.

"Where are they?"

"There in the draw."

"What draw?"

"Where I keep the forks and spoons and stuff."

He walks into the kitchen and goes on a hunt for the scissors. Meanwhile, Amelia had found a nice haircut for him and read through the tutorial. She really hoped she got this right, she didn't want everyone giving him funny looks because his hairdo was ridiculous. 

Bucky found the scissors and went back into the living room. He saw Amelia sitting on her couch. She smiled at him and patted the floor in front of her, telling him to sit there. He did as told and gave her the scissors, waiting for her to cut his hair. She hesitated at first, but soon grabbed a lock of his long hair and cut it off.

"You know quite a lot about my personal life now," Bucky starts, thinking about what she saw at the Smithsonian and making conversation, "You also know I was an assassin. I think It's only fair I know more about you."

She smiles, although Bucky couldn't see it. She carries on cutting his hair as she spoke, "There's not much to know. I'm just a girl with a cat and no friends to see."

"But I wore those clothes that didn't belong to you."

"Oh, those were Evans. He's my best friend but we can't see each other as much as he lives quite far away. So, as I said, no friends to see."

"Do you like being alone?" He asks. He noticed her British accent and wondered if she has people back in England that she missed. Why did she move here if she's alone? He decided not to say anything on the topic in case it annoys or upsets her.

"Well, I like drinking tea alone, reading alone, I like driving my car alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, Or a friend laughing with their best friend; I realize that even though I like being alone I don't fancy being lonely." She pauses, wondering if it made sense, "Do you understand?"

"I do." He replies. He felt sorry for her in a way, but he also knew that she did, however, liked being alone sometimes. It was the same for him. He had felt so trapped, even now. He can't remember nothing and It made him angry.

Amelia didn't like the fact she let a stranger stay in her home but now he didn't seem like a stranger, he seemed like a friend. She wasn't sure what would happen in the future, if he would leave unexpectedly or they have a huge argument but for the time being she enjoyed his company.

"What else can I know about you?" He questions. She could tell him about her life, like how she quit her job to look after her sick mother and then she soon passed away. Or how awesome her friends back in London were, but she didn't want to make a boring fuss, "I went to university to study in being a doctor," She tells him, smirking, "Least I wasn't a high school drop out."

He lets out a laugh, remembering his personal data information at the Smithsonian, "I didn't need much qualifications to join the war."

"Excuses." She tuts, joking around with him, "You were just too lazy."

He chuckles, and they carry on talking. After awhile she completes his new look and examines it, proud of how well it actually went. "Wanna see?"

He nods, and she passes him a small mirror to look through. He looks at his reflection, liking his new hairdo. It was better than he thought it would be. All her doubt made him feel like she would do a crap job at cutting his hair.

"It looks great," He compliments, sending her a small smile, "Thank you."