You rested your hands on your hips as you looked around the room Stark had given you to store your shit until you could get it sorted. You had to admit that the billionaire was far different than you expected him to be after all of Fury's grumbling. Even the thought of going through the boxes was exhausting. You left it for the day and headed to your room tucked between Clint and Nat's. You had enough to deal with in there anyway.

Piles of clothes laid across your bed waiting to be sorted and put away. Bags of supplies you'd purchased to replace the things you needed immediately crowded on top of the dresser and desk. Bucky had helped you secure your weapons as soon as you arrived at the tower so at least some part of your life was organized. You groaned when you got back to your room and took in the mess. This was going to take forever. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell everyone you wanted to take care of it by yourself. If worse came to worst, you could always kick Clint out of his bed and sleep there tonight. Or you could share with Nat.

You took a deep breath and began sorting through the clothes on the bed. Half of them were your dad's and could be packed away. You just couldn't bear to get rid of them yet. You hung his leather jacket and one of his shirts in your closet. The rest of his clothes you folded and stacked in some of the empty boxes Tony had obtained for you. It took you longer than you wanted to stow them away but you kept pausing to press the fabric against your nose. You were certain if you breathed deeply enough you could still smell his cologne.

After you placed the last item in its box and sealed it shut, you wrote 'DAD' across the side. Then you wiped the tears from your cheeks and got back to work. The rest of the room went faster and it wasn't long before you had everything in its place. You glanced at the boxes of your dad's clothes and decided you'd take them to the other room tomorrow. You were done for the day.

A knock at the door caught your attention and turned to find Steve leaning in the doorway. He gave you a small smile. "How's it going?"

"I'm getting there," you answered. "I'm at the point I can function. I just have about a thousand boxes to sort through."

"If you want any help, just let us know."

"I'll remember that." His attention focused on something beyond you and you turned to see that he was looking at the photos on your nightstand. Besides the family picture, there was one of you and your dad laughing as you danced at some event. "That's my family, for what it's worth."

He hummed in agreement. "I actually had a reason for bothering you. With everything that happened today, I realized that we never got a chance to talk to you about this morning. We'd like to have you on the team if you're interested."

You thought for a half a second before shrugging. "Sure. Why not? There's some equipment I'm going to need. Fury took anything that had the remote possibility of belonging to SHIELD."

"Of course. Just give a list to me or Tony and we'll get it for you." His smile widened as he pushed himself off the door frame. "Good to have you on board, Coulson."

Once he was gone, you pulled out a notebook and started to make a list of what you needed. It wasn't a long list, but it was an important one. Especially since Fury had taken all your tactical gear including your vests. Asshole. You wondered if you'd be able to forgive him this time.

A little over an hour later you were laying on your bed watching a movie on the giant screen on your wall when another knock came at the door. You looked over to see Bucky standing in the opening with a plate in his hand. You paused the movie and sat up. "Jarvis, lights please."

You squinted against the sudden brightness as you stood. "Hey, Bucky. What's up?"

"I thought you might be hungry. I brought you a sandwich."

You took the plate from him and sat it on the desk. "Thanks. That's sweet of you." Pink colored his cheeks and you couldn't help a small grin. "You can come in if you want."

It was weird having only your room for your personal space, but you supposed you'd get used to it. It's not like you had much of a choice. And now that you were part of the team, there was no hurry to find an apartment.

Like Steve, Bucky noticed your photos first. He picked up the one of you and Phil. "Is this your dad?"

You lifted your chin in answer. "That's right. You never met him, did you?"

His eyes found yours. "They rescued me after New York. I've heard the others talk about him though. He's missed."

"Yeah, he is."

He set it down and picked up the other photo. "Fury's almost smiling in this one."

"That's as close as he gets I think," you agreed and moved to stand beside him. That's why you noticed when his smile slipped as he studied the photo.

"Is this you in the middle?" He sounded unsure, confused.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and licked your lips. "Yeah. That was taken the year after my dad adopted me. Why?" The thought that Bucky might see the picture and recognize you had never even crossed your mind. You were so not ready to have this conversation yet.

He shook his head and put the picture back. "You just looked familiar for a moment. Must remind me of someone."

"It happens." Your gaze moved from him to the photo. For the first time in awhile, you studied your image. You'd been laughing with your head thrown back. It would be difficult if not impossible for him to connect you with that girl he met in Hydra so long ago.

He glanced around the room. "Looks like you got settled in."

"For the most part."

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "I, um, wanted to ask if you'd like to get breakfast with me in the morning. There's a little diner not far from here that has the best food. It's okay if you want to say no. I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. I know it's going to be weird with you living here, I mean we're practically living together and we just met and—"

"Bucky," you said with a smile, cutting off his rambling. "Breakfast sounds good."

His smile covered his face and made your own widen in response. "That's great. Does 8 work?"

"Perfect."

"Great," he repeated himself. Your eyes trailed him as he headed to the door.

Surprisingly, you found you didn't want him to leave. "Hey, Bucky?"

He turned back to you with wide eyes. "Yeah?"

"I was going to finish my movie while I ate my sandwich. You're welcome to stay."

"Are you sure?" he asked. Then he continued quickly before you could even respond. "I'd love that actually."

You grabbed your plate and settled back on your bed. "I'm watching Shaun of the Dead. You seen it?"

He shook his head so you hit the button to start the movie from the beginning. As the opening sequence started, he moved past your bed to the club chair you'd had them place in the corner of your room. As you ate, you found yourself watching him more than the images on the screen. Afterall, you knew the movie by heart while this new version of your old acquaintance was still a mystery.

***

Bucky left when the movie was over and you were asleep a half hour later. It had been a long day. It was nearly four when you woke from a nightmare. You sat up in bed panting as you ran a hand over your head.

You dreamed about Hydra. You always dreamed about Hydra. This time instead of the usual faces that haunted your dreams, This time it was Fury and the new version of Soldat that tortured you. That chased you through endless hallways. And Clint, Nat and the rest of the team were all there. Just watching. And when you'd finally been caught, their laughter echoed through your head. God, what was wrong with you?

You tossed the blankets aside and headed to the room next door. You knocked lightly and Clint opened the door a couple of minutes later. The annoyance on his face fell away once he realized it was you. He pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to your head. "Come on in, sweetheart. You want me to get Nat?"

You shook your head and pulled away from him to crawl into his bed. You'd ask if you could stay, but there was no point. He'd never say no. "It wasn't that bad. Just...unsettling."

He nodded and got in beside you before drawing you into his arms so you could lay against his chest. "You want to talk about it?"

Not really but your therapist said that wasn't healthy. "The usual only the white coats were replaced with Fury and Bucky. The rest of you watched and laughed when they caught me."

"Christ, I thought you said it wasn't that bad."

"It wasn't."

His fingers traced up and down your back helping you relax. You were nearly asleep when he spoke again. "You going to be okay, kid?"

He was talking about more than your dream. He was talking about facing your soulmate. About Fury being an asshole. About you losing the only real home you'd ever known. "I don't know."