I sat in my lab fiddling with a pencil. I didn't really know what to do, so I just stared at the wall infront of me. "Diana?" The only other person in the building questioned.

"Yes?" I said looking up at Bucky. At the start he had told me not to talk to him, because he wasn't sure what to make me call him, but suddenly one day he spoke to me and said I should call him Bucky. That was the day he told me everything, the whole story.

Afterwards he had shaved and cut his hair. He had thrown away everything he had been wearing when I firstly found him. He didn't leave the house though. He just asked me to go out and buy him some clothes.

I had, and he had been wearing them. Mostly the pants, when he trained he didn't wear any shirt. Not that it bothered me. This guy was good looking. I had nothing against him being shirtless.

"Who is he?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I had answered that question three times already. I knew very well who he was talking about, but I didn't know what answer he actually expected.

"I already told you Buck, Steve Rogers, Captain America." Bucky ran a hand through his hair when I said it. Then sighed.

"You know Buck, you should go find him." I told him and he sat down.

"What if I don't want to find him?" He questioned and I shrugged.

"Then I guess you'll just have to wait until he finds you." I said putting the pencil down. "Because he eventually will." I looked up at him.

"It's just all so confusing. I know that he was my friend, but it's all really fuzzy around those parts. My head doesn't make any sence." He sighed looking at me with the cutest given look.

"It will Buck, it will." I assured him and he nodded slightly.

"Thank you for taking me in Di, thank you for helping, and listening." I smiled a little when he said that. He told me really often, the guy might've killed a lot of people, but he was nice and polite. He didn't seem to think one thank was enough.

"It's just nice Buck, but, when are you planning on going out of the house?" I asked like I did every day. Not that I wanted him out of the house, but he hadn't gotten fresh air in so long.

He smiled a little. "You really don't want me in here anymore." He said making me roll my eyes.

"You know that I'm perfectly fine with you staying, it's just that I don't think it's good for any human to stay inside a house for three months." I told him honestly, then threw the pencil at him.

He snatched it easily and crushed it with his metal hand. I didn't really care, but it reminded me that I didn't want to get on this guy's bad side.

"I'm not the first, and do you think I want to go out when I'm basically a murderer and have a metal arm?" He asked raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Just my backyard, c'mon Buck, I practically live in nowhere." I pleaded but he shook his head.

"Not today Di." He said, then he left me there and went back to the training room. I sighed and then stood up and picked up the remains of my pencil.

Afterwards, when I had thrown them in the bin I went out of the lab and back upstairs. From the living room I could hear Bucky in the training room downstairs. After he came to me it had been destroyed several times, but I let him do what he felt for. I had whatever I needed anyway. That were no problem.

Bucky had been frustrated a lot of times. He was almost everyday, but really he were just confused. I tried to talk to him about it, but he never wanted to talk to me. So I just let him be frustrated.

I knew it wouldn't help much, but it were no point in telling him. I don't think he would listen.

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