Amelia wasn't sure why she decided to do this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. She knew she was okay at drawing, and decided to get her old paint pallet, paint and paint brushes out of the draw. She had walked in a Bucky getting dressed earlier. He had his sweatpants on, but he was topless. She couldn't help but to stare, and Bucky thought she was staring at his arm.

She remembered him turning to his side slightly, trying to hide it. She felt sorry for him, his arm was perfectly fine in her eyes. There was no need to feel self conscious about it.

Bucky was watching a film. He had found films really interesting recently, but who would blame him? She was in the kitchen and was painting her bare arm. She had nearly reached her elbow, just finishing the red star that she saw on Bucky's arm. She thought it would be cool to do this since she hasn't tried it before, and would make Bucky feel better. But when Bucky walked in and saw her painting her arm to look like his she suddenly felt ridiculous.

"I, um, sorry." She mumbles quietly, embarrassed. Bucky looks at her with shock, and all Amelia could do is watch his facial expression, "I sometimes draw, and your arm looks awesome-" She starts, she wanted him to know it was awesome and not something he should have to hide, "So I just decided to paint it on my arm. I hope you don't mind..."

Bucky didn't like his arm. He didn't really know what to say or how to react. HYDRA had created this arm for him to help him on missions. God know's who I've killed with it, or- no. Bucky tries to stop himself from thinking negative thoughts. He would only have one arm if he didn't have this. What was in the past stays in the past. For now on he will look at his arm and it will remind him that he was once manipulated and corrupted, but now he would only use this arm for good. It was hard for him to believe that, but he knew he would learn. His arm is a part of him, he should learn to like it.

He takes his jumper off, leaving him standing there in his joggers and without a shirt. Amelia raiser her brow, confused to what he was doing. Was he not mad?

Bucky grabs a stool and sits in front of Amelia. She was sitting on a chair, staring at him and trying to understand. She had a cup of water on the kitchen table and small paint bottles and brushes. Bucky gave her a small smile.

"You've done some of the pattern wrong," He begins, nodding his head towards her arm slightly, "You can look at mine and copy it."

"...Okay." Amelia breathes, still slightly confused by Bucky's reaction. She dipped her paint brush in the dark grey paint and started to carry on with painting the line patterns of his arm, this time looking at Bucky's arm and getting them correct. "Aren't you, I don't know, weirded out?"

"No," He replies, truthfully, "I see you like to draw then?"

"Only when I'm bored or not feeling so lazy." She chuckles, changing the paint colour to a light grey, "I thought this would make you feel better. I know, it sounds stupid. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's okay." Bucky tells her. She meets his eyes and smiles, "...My arm is pretty awesome."

Amelia lets out a small laugh and Bucky smiles at her. He also feels proud for allowing himself to accept his own compliments.

"It is." Amelia agrees, "You can open that jar of jam in the fridge then. Should be easy for ya."

"Alright then." He chuckles, his voice low. Amelia loved his voice.

"So, uh, do you remember anything?" Amelia questions, looking at her arm as she painted it. Bucky shakes his head although Amelia couldn't see.

"No."

"Don't worry, you will soon." Amelia reassures him, "It's was common with hospital patients I looked after when they woke up from a coma and had no memory of who they are. They eventually get their memory back, sometimes it's quick and sometimes it isn't."

Bucky had a feeling his wouldn't be very quick. Not after they wiped his memory him over and over again.

"Sometimes when they see something, like a photo or something they've made or wrote a while ago they get a few memories. Or sometimes they just come over night, bit by bit. I promise I'll make sure you get your memory back, it's the least I can do."

Bucky raises his eyebrow, "The least you can do? All you've done is help me. Shouldn't I be repaying you with a favor?"

"Not really," She shrugs, "You're helping me learn fight moves. And plus you're not that bad, so I guess I can call you a friend now."

"...Really?" Bucky speaks quietly, not sure if she actually meant it. Amelia smiles at him.

"Of course!"

Amelia turned her attention towards her arm again, and while she wasn't looking Bucky couldn't help but to smile widely. He had a friend. That made him overjoyed. He couldn't of asked for anything better.

After a while of painting, modeling and talking, Amelia had finally finished painting her arm similar to Bucky's. It dried fast and Amelia grinned, proud of her work.

"What do you think?" She asks, pulling a pose and trying to show of her muscle's- although she clearly wasn't that muscular. Bucky chuckled.

"It's almost like looking into a mirror." He jokes. Amelia scoffs and pretends to blush.

"I've got an idea," Amelia says while Bucky puts his jumper back over his head, "Wait there." She orders, then quickly rushes up her stairs. Bucky waits in the kitchen for Amelia and she soon comes back down stairs with a little black box in her hands.

"What's that?" Bucky questions, nodding his head at the device. Amelia smirks.

"It's a Polaroid camera!"

"It's a what?" Bucky repeats, not sure why she was so excited. Amelia sets the camera on a five second timer and puts it on a shelf.

"It's takes your picture."

"Like what your phone does?"

"Yeah, but it prints it out. Roll your sleeve up to show your arm and then stand back a little and get ready to pose- or smile, whatever." Bucky rolls his sleeve up and Amelia presses the button and quickly stands back next to him. Amelia smiles happily and makes sure to show off her arm in the photo, and Bucky's arms were just at each of his sides while he looked her. He chuckles at her at actions, how excited she was, and then he hears a noise and looks forward towards the camera.

"I hope that was good." Amelia blurts out, walking towards the camera and picking up the printed picture. She smiles when she see's it. Bucky was laughing while looking at her and Amelia was smiling at the camera, her arm was sticking out while her wrist was close to her face as she tried to flex her biceps. She showed the picture to Bucky and he took it in his hands, smiling slightly.

"It's a keeper, huh?"

"It like it." Bucky agrees. He loved that the moment was captured on a picture. And it didn't take ages, or it wasn't bad quality like it was in the 40's.

"Good. Because it's going on here." Amelia says, and grabs a pin before sticking in on the small, rectangle pin board that was on her kitchen wall. She removed an old shopping list note she left on there and stuck the picture of her and Bucky in the center around the other notes she kept on there.

Bucky felt a strange feeling in his stomach. Like... butterflies fluttering around. He had a new friend, and he couldn't have asked for anyone better than Amelia.

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AN: I know he sounds a bit out of character as the Winter Soldier but it's because I'm trying to bring him back as Bucky Barnes. He'll be more sarcastic and funny soon, he's just getting used to how everything is first. I hope that makes things clear. Thank you for reading :)