"Visitor name?" A young woman with a frizzy black Bob asked with a wide toothed smile. She didn't look any older than Basil but he felt like she was a child compared to the years on his soul. He glanced around, shoulders shrinking under his black hoodie. The hood was pulled up over his short cute curls and he tugged at the edge self consciously.

He half wished that Steve was here. The building was nice, older than the shiny contraptions that shield occupied. (Basil kept thinking like they were palaces or glass illusions. There was a building in London now called the cheese grater?? Why did all these modern buildings look like sharp household items?). But the blonde man had been kept back in America. According to Nick fury (scary man with an eyepatch), they couldn't have two resurrected war heroes walking around. Basil had to brave the travel by himself and not freak at everything.

He glanced round at the building he was in again. It was a old Victorian building, which was some relief. It has been refurbished. Leather couches, bright lights and a computer (computers, phones and the internet had been a interesting conversation. Basil was pretty sure that if he had continued talking, the pretty red haired woman accompanying him might have actually knocked him out to shut him up. He often had that effect on people). The woman at the desk was looking concerned.

"Sir? Your name please". Her voice was loud enough to be heard round the room. Basil flinched. Since waking up form the ice, his senses had been dialled up to eleven. He hadn't told Steve but he was pretty sure that he could run faster too. It must be the serum. He had been getting symptoms of it working ever since he had been injected. The night vision, the ability to walk through solid objects like a ghost. He theorised that the ice had triggered the other changes. (He was insanely pleased to find out that he hadn't woken up with a red skull as a face. Now that would have been terrifying).

"Oh, Jahi. Jahi. I'm a old friend".

The woman nodded and the keyboard clicked as she typed it in. "Surname?"

Basil opened his mouth then paused. He turned to the red haired woman. She was attractive. The kind of attractive that robbed straight men and gay girls of their cognition for a few seconds. Wavy red hair round her chin and a figure that was both slim and muscled. She offered him as nod and he turned back to the desk. "Parrish. Jahi Parrish".

"Grandson?" The woman asked with a smile as she typed it down. "How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Twenty one turning ninety".

The woman laughed at his words. "Okay. Well he's in his room at the moment. Just knock on the door. It's room 14 on the second floor. He should be expecting visitors".

Basil nodded and glanced at the woman at his side. "Are you going with me?"

She gave him a smile. It might have been mistaken as soft but she seemed too sharp to him for that. Instead it was more understanding. "The name is Natasha. And I'll just wait down here for you. Take as long as you need". Basil nodded in thanks and turned up the stairs. He jogged up them, bouncing on his toes so that he wouldn't bump into anyone. A few nurses and elderly people walked passed and he pushed himself into a corner so as not to get in their way.

Door fourteen was a ritch red wood with a brass number nailed to the surface. Basil shuffled his feet outside, suddenly nervous. His new boots felt too stiff and light and his trousers, black skinny jeans he believed they were called, clung to his legs. The weird fabric too soft and thin. They had tried to offer him trainers but they felt like he was bouncing on clouds. He needed something to ground him. He glanced round the long corridor but it was empty. He could hear the sound of a tv (that had been another word discussion) in the room opposite and people talking downstairs. Basil took a deep breath and slowly knocked on the door.

"Come in". The voice was older, deeper and croaky with age. Basil blinked and pushed open the door. The room was well lit. Some sort of living room with a open door to the right showing a glimpse of a bedroom. The furniture was cream coloured and none of the weird fake leather Basil had been seeing, the walls were painted a warm beige and the carpet was a deep maroon. A man was hunched over a dining table the same red wood as the door. Basil could see a green jumper and a head of grey curly hair.

"Who is it?" The old man said. "I'm doing today's crossword".

Basil let out a surprised laugh. "Crossword? Really? You always used to make fun of dad whenever he would frown at his crosswords". The man stiffened in visible shock. Then he slowly turned in his chair. Basil smiled as familiar hazel eyes turned to him. Phillip's face was darker from years of sun exposure. Wrinkles lined the skin but his eyes were the same. In all, he looked good for a man in eighties.

"Is this a dream?" Phillip spoke with a slight tremble in his voice.

"I have been asking myself that exact question since last week", Basil grinned, tears beginning to fill his eyes. "But no luck yet. Not even my mind could make up something as crazy as the internet. How the bloody hell did that happen?"

Phillip laughed croakily. Tears were dripping down the old Man's face as he held out his hands. "Jahi".

Basil crossed the room in a second and knelt down to give his little brother a hug. He let Phillip wrap his arms round his frame and sighed deeply. "I can't believe this. How can this be real?" Phillip liked back and pressed his hands to Basil's cheeks. "You haven't aged a day. Jahi. They said that you went down in a plane crash with captain America".

"It's a long story that I barely believe myself", Basil laughed. Phillip chuckled despite that the both of them were crying.

"Does this mean that I'm older than you now?"

"Don't even think about it", Basil snorted. "I was still born six years older than you". He grinned and reached over to ruffle the white curls. Phillip laughed and waved at a chair. Basil pulled it over and sat down, close enough for their knees to brush.

"Tell me the story", Phillip stated. He scowled and waved a finger at him. "I've waited  seventy years for this. Hurry the fuck up". Basil tipped his head back as he laughed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. You know I was just waiting for the moment you lowered your guard".

"Shut up". Phillip rolled his eyes and shoved the newspaper and pen away. "God I forgot how much of a arsehole you were".

"What, it's part of my charms". Basil grinned widely then his face fell into warmth. "I got someone to, what's the word? Google? You. Google you. I read up on your life. I was right. You were a amazing man Phillip".

"Did you read that Wikipedia site?" Phillip snorted. "Half of that shit is wrong".

"Wiki what?"

"Forget about it".

Basil frowned in confusion before smiling again. "I heard about what you did for people like me. Although I heard they call us Gay now. It's cute. Anyway, I read up on how you were a massive supporter for our rights from the fifties right up until the nineties. When I found out that homosexuality wasn't illegal anymore, I cried on Steve's shoulder like a baby. I just, I can't believe it".

"I did it for you", Phillip smiled. "Those dumb laws took my brother from me. I didn't want that to happen to others. My wife, Lydia, she helped a lot. She passed on two years ago now. You would have liked her".

"I'm sure I would have", Basil smiled.

Phillip returned the smile then he clapped his hands. "Now tell me why the fuck you are here looking like some goth kid".

"What's goth?" Basil blinked. "Never mind, I'll get to that eventually. It all began when I was assigned to the 107th of the American army. The first man I met was my bunk mate. He introduced himself as Sargent Jame Buchanan Barnes but everybody called him Bucky. God, he was dashing", Basil coughed back tears. It may have been seventy years but to him it felt like it was only last month that Bucky had died. "Dark hair, pale skin and these deep blue eyes". He sighed.

"I forgot how hormonal you were", Phillip muttered. "You were so gay that I have no idea how no one else knew". He shook his head amusedly. Basil stuck his tongue out at him.

"As I was saying before you interrupted", he huffed pointedly. "I fell in lust at first sight but then Bucky caught me kissing a guy behind the tents and when he didn't freak out, he gained my respect too. Then our unit was captured by hydra".

"I remember that being mentioned after the war. The story of captain America was made public". Phillip jabbed Basil in the ribs. Despite his age, his hand moved fast. "You never told me about that".

"Ouch", Basil grimaced. "It wasn't a nice experience. Bucky was placed in my cell and there was when we became friends. I found out later that we were there for almost a month before Steve got us out. Some people had been there longer. But after two weeks I was taken for the experiments. A man named Zola was trying to recreate the super soldier serum they had used on Steve for hydra. I don't remember it much. Just pain and fire and ice and laughing. At one point I woke up and Bucky was strapped to the table next to me. Neither of use could move and it hurt so bad. So we told each other stories. All through the nights and I think that was when I first fell in love".

Phillip listened as Basil talked. It was like a weight was easing form his chest. All the things he couldn't say to fourteen year old Phillip before were spilling out of him now. Basil didn't notice how he had began to cry as he mentioned joining the howling commandos and the missions afterwards. Nostalgia bobbed in his chest and his voice took on a wistful tone as he reached the part where he almost got shot.

"It might of been the wake up call Bucky needed", he laughed. "Cause he kissed me later that night. Both of us in hiding in our tent. As soon as he did I knew I was in love. Later, just before his last mission we got these". He pulled up his sleeve to bare the small tattoo. The ink had faded slightly but it still stood proud on his skin.

Phillip reached out to touch it. "I watched all the captain America footage after you died", he said slowly. "I saw how you would look at each other in the background. You looked happy".

"I was". Basil sighed then took a breath. "Then he died on a mission to capture zola. You know what happened next".

Phillip nodded. "I knew as soon as you came home without him that you were going to die. When mother got old she said that you were her beautiful tragic boy. She knew about you. Although neither of us said it. Apparently a fortune teller told your fortune when you were born. She knew that you were never going to be ordinary. I think we all knew it".

Basil gave a small sob. "I'm scared Phillip. I never intended to survive. I just miss him so much and everything is so strange. I can do things. Inhuman things and it's all bright and loud. I don't know what to do".

"Jahi. It's okay". Phillip's wrinkled old hands were on his shoulders. "It's okay. I'm here this time. I couldn't be there in the war but I'm here now. Let's just deal with this one day at a time".

For the first time since he had woken from the ice, Basil felt like he could have hope.

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