Narrator's POV

"Mmm..." Sam groaned as he tossed over in his bed.

The smell of something lingered in the air, he just couldn't figure out what.

>beep< >beep< >beep< >beep<

Sam quickly sat up at the panicked beeping, jumping out of bed. He raced out of the room, squinting and half asleep he walked into the kitchen. "What the hell is going on?"He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. It wasn't long before he got a better look at what was going on.

Bucky was standing in the kitchen, with a pan that had black smoke coming out of it. "I um..."

"You tried to make breakfast again." Sam said.

"How do I turn the fire alarm off, again?" Bucky asked.

Sam chuckled and shook his head, crossing his arms.

///0///0

"I think it's best if we leave the cooking to me." Sam said as they sat at their taped up table, eating some pancakes Sam had made fairly quickly.

"Mhm." Bucky nodded as he chewed.

Sam looked up at him, smiling. He put a forkfull of pancake in his mouth.

An impatient meow came from under the table.

Bucky cut a small piece of his pancake and ran his hand down under the table.

Alpine sniffed it, licking the small piece of pancake before taking it and eating it.

"Well, would you look at that?" Sam asked once he see Bucky's hand come back empty. "She likes my cooking."

"Hmph." Bucky rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Oh yeah, laugh." Sam said. "I'm the one who can cook here."

"Anyone can make pancakes." Bucky said,

"I'd like to see you make some."

"Oh, I will."

"Make them better than mine." Sam said. "I dare you."

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as he continued to eat and cut a piece for Alpine.

Sam let out a short chuckle. "Well, you'll have plenty of time to practice while I'm at the compound." He cut his form into his pancake. "You should come one day."

Bucky poked at his left over food. He didn't like to talk about all that, but he knew he'd have to face it someday.

"Everyone wonders where you are all the time." Sam said. "Some miss you. Wanda worries about you."

Bucky stood up, taking his plate to the sink. "Maybe one day I'll go."

"Whenever you're ready, of course." Sam said, finishing up and going over to the sink, just missing Bucky as he made his way back to the living room.

Sam looked down at Bucky's plate in the sink seeing half of his food still on the plate. "Hm." He sighed.

///0///0

Sam walked out his room, ready to leave. He walked into the  living room, where Bucky was resting on the couch before he suddenly woke up, jerking upward a bit. Sam sighed. He knew Bucky was still struggling to sleep at night, which worried him. "I'm leaving."

"All right." Bucky said, grabbing the television remote.

"There's left overs in the fridge." Sam said.

"Mm." Bucky said, flipping through channels.

Sam made his way to the small mudroom and opened the door, pausing. "And try to get some rest."

"Okay, mom." Bucky said.

Alpine climbed up onto Bucky's lap.

Sam finally walked out of the house, heading to his car.

///0///0

Moving through mud is much easier for Tapiars. Their feet are specially designed...

Bucky yawned as he watched the nature channel, stretching.

Alpine purred, meowing on his lap.

Bucky looked at her, petting her gently. "Seems we're both a little tired, hm?"

Alpine yawned, curling up on his lap.

"Come on." Bucky said, picking her up and walking to his room. He placed her on the bed before climbing in himself. He stared up at the ceiling, sighing.

His eyes felt heavy, but he fought against his tired body's will; trying to remain awake.

"James."

He sat up when he heard his name.

Was Sam back already? Had the time passed that fast? What time was it?

Bucky got up from the bed, walking to the living room. "You know I don't like it when you call me by my first..." He stopped when he saw a short man in a gray coat and a red bow tie with round glasses.

"Ah, Mr. Barnes." The man in the coat said, looking at Bucky through a decorative glass sphere in that he held in his hand.

Bucky's fists balled up into fists. tightening until his knuckles were white. "What are you doing here? You're suppose to be dead."

"As are you, Mr. Barnes." Dr. Zola said, putting the sphere down. "Or should I call you Bucky? That's what your friends call you, don't they?"

"What do you want?" Bucky asked, slowly reaching behind him.

"That's for you to find out at the lab."

"I'm not coming with you. Not this time." Bucky pulled out his gun, pointing it at Dr. Zola. He pulled the trigger,  only to hear a click.

"All out." Dr. Zola chuckled.

Suddenly Bucky's metallic arm was snapped from his body, and he was taken from behind by two pairs of arms, being dragged.

"No! NO!" He cried. "NO! STEVE! HELP!" He struggled against them. "STEEEVE!"

"NO!" Bucky shouted as he sprung up from bed.

Alpine, now frightened, jumped off the bed.

Bucky looked around. He was in his room, in his home.

Safe.

>BANG<

"Hm." Bucky reached under his pillow and shot at the door, making a hole in it.

More shots were fired from wherever they were coming from and from Bucky.

He flipped over and took cover by the bed, reloading his weapon quickly. He took in a deep breath and quickly stood up; firing at the door.

The shots stopped, and he proceeded with caution, with his weapon ready to fire in front of him.

"Who the hell is here?" Bucky asked, walking into the living room.

"You shouldn't have come here."

"You're one to talk." Bucky said, ready to fire as he turned the corner. He looked down to see the television was still on with a western movie playing. "Hah..." He sighed.

///0///0

Sam pulled up to his driveway, only to see police cars all over the place. "What the hell?" He stopped and got out, seeing the door was opened and a few officers inside. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked.

"Excuse me, sir. You can't-"

"I live here. This is my house." Sam told the officer, stopping him from coming inside.

"You live here?" Another officer asked him.

"I do. What's going on? Where's Bu- Oh, you better not have touched a hair on his head. Bucky." Sam said, making his way through the crowd of officers. "Bucky."

An officer tried to restrain Sam. "You can't just barge in h-"

"Bucky, are you okay?" Sam asked as he was being held back by officers, catching a glimpse of Bucky sitting on the couch, handcuffed.

"I'm okay, Sam."

Sam heard his voice. "Get your hands off me." He freed himself from the officer restraining him and made his way toward Bucky. "Get those cuffs off him. What is going on here?"

"We got a phone call saying there was gunfire coming from this house." An officer said.

"That's bullshit." Sam said.

An officer pulled Bucky's gun out in a plastic bag with empty shells.

"What is this?" Sam asked.

"Evidence." The officer said.

"Our data base says this is James Buchanan Barnes, and if I'm not mistaken, this  man is suppose to be dead." The officer said.

"That 's ridiculous." Sam said. "There's no way he-"

"Don't play that game with me."

"There's something here you're not telling us."

"What you're saying doesn't make-"

"I fell asleep." Bucky interrupted the argument between the officers and Sam.

Everything stopped.

Sam turned to Bucky and backed off. "I need to make a phone call." He said.

///0///0

"Wow." Sam whistled as he took a look inside Bucky's room.

"You really outdid yourself this time."

"That's really not helpful Sharon.." Sam said.

Sharon had come and taken care of the situation

The officers were gone, and everything was dismissed.

The room was a mess. It looked like a hurricane had gone through the room.

Bucky felt ashamed of his actions. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"Don't be." Sam said. "I'm sure the repairs won't be too bad."

"Hah..." Bucky went inside his destroyed room and grabbed his pillow.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked.

"I'm sleeping on  the couch." Bucky said.

"No, no, no. It's been a stressful day for you. I should sleep on the couch." Sam said.

"It's your bed, and you've been training all day." Bucky said.

"I'm sure there's a room or two at the compound." Sharon said.

"No." Bucky said.

Sam looked at Sharon, shaking his head.

"Or I can try to get a new place for you guys." Sharon said. "It'll take a couple of phone calls and a few weeks, but it can be done." She said.

"A few weeks?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Sharon said. "For the mean time, why don't you share a room or sleep o the couch. Wish I could stick around longer, but I've got a couple of phone calls to make." She said, making her way to the door.

"I'm not sleeping on the couch." Sam said.

"Wow, the hospitality is top notch." Bucky said.

"It's either the couch or we share beds. Hm?" Sam asked.

Bucky looked at the couch.

///0///0

Bucky stared up at the ceiling, wide eyed as he could almost feel Sam's heat against his right arm. "Hey, are you awake?" He asked.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"I just wanted to say that I hate you and so does my cat." Bucky said.

"She's my cat too."

"Your room sucks ass."

"I'm gonna fill this pillow case with bars of soap and beat the living shit out of you."

"I'll be up all night."

"So will I."

"Good."

"Good."