(B)

He'd messed everything up. The people were hurt, the building was broken. Steve had had good intentions; he always had good intentions. But he wasn't the same Bucky Barnes anymore. He was the Winter Soldier, doing messed up things, seeing messed up things, hearing messed up things. It would take more than a few days to erase the conditioning of a few decades.

As he walked down the dim lit street with his hands shoved in his pockets, he crossed by a recently burned down house. The whole half acre was dripping wet, with smoke dieing up into the clear night sky. Now that destruction he wasn't a cause of. Bucky stopped and stared at the charred house for a while, but when he decided to walk away, he heard a baby's cries. He shook his head and walked further away, but the cries grew louder and nearer.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and jogged up to the house. He went around, trying to find where the noise was coming from. He found the basement doors growing up out of the ground. He pulled at the door but it was locked, so then he flexed the fingers of his left hand, grabbed both the door handles, and ripped 'em out of the ground, laying them gently next to him.

In front of him now was a crying baby locked in a car seat. Bucky worriedly stared at the baby wrapped in a pink blanket. After looking about his surroundings, he carefully unhooked the seat belts and gently picked her up, cradling her in his good arm.

"Shh, kitten. It's alright now. No one's gonna hurt ya," he bounced and swayed on his heels, trying to calm the baby.

Bucky tucked the blanket away from her mouth, finding a name and date of birth etched into the corner.

"Y/n. Y/b/d"

"Y/n, huh? That's a pretty name," Bucky whispered to the now sleeping baby, "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

Buck carefully put y/n back into the car seat, talking to her in a soothing voice.

"You know, I haven't done a lot of good in a while, but I'm gonna do at least one good thing tonight. I'm gonna do good by you, the rest of my life." He promised her, burying a kiss in her y/h/c hair.

"Now, let's go tell uncle Steve," he wrapped the blanket snug around the baby and lifted the seat up from the handle, walking the short way back to Steve's apartment near by.