"Okay, wait a- no! Whoa! Wanda!!!" I scream as the scarlet aura pushes me dangerously fast towards the ceiling. Hovering in the air, I luckily stop a few inches in front of the not so soft ceiling and I gasp, my nose almost touches the concrete of the training room. The red force beneath me suddenly disappears and with a frown, I fall down, a squeal escaping my lips.

"Eve!" Sam quickly catches me by flying with the Falcon wings towards me, I land roughly in his arms. "Everything okay?"

"Just had a heart attack which may be problematic at my age." I say jokingly, relieved when I feel the ground beneath my feet. Glancing at Wanda, I notice the disappointment in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I should concentrate more..." She mutters apologetically and I shake my head.

"Hey, it's okay. At least I didn't land on my face this time or hit my head against the ceiling. You're getting much better, I also needed months to control my powers." I comfortingly squeeze her shoulder, sending a reassuring smile. Since I'm the only other individual with supernatural powers- Vision not counting- I've got the task to teach her how to control her abilities.

"C'mon, Wanda, let's grab some lunch. I'm starving." Sam offers and I'm glad that he treats her like a normal friend, not an orphan or a weapon. "Maybe this Vision guy will join us... if he eats lunch."

"Yeah, you guys should take a break, enough for now." I nod and almost smile when Sam mentions Vision. The humanoid robot has been there for Wanda ever since, distracting her from the grief by making her teach him everything. "Oh, and Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Glad you're in the team. And thanks for helping with the search for the missing person."

"You're welcome." The soldier grins and leaves the training room of the Avengers Tower with the brunette in tow. He didn't officially move in but when he visits us, he always stays for a few days.

"Ready for our training or did Wanda let you fall on your face again?" Steve enters the gym in a tight, white shirt and track pants, a little smile on his lips. Rolling my eyes, I just take a sip from the water bottle as I towel myself off

"I hope she'll drop you later." I respond with narrowed eyes and stretch my arms. Wanda practices her powers with both of us. "I sadly have to cancel our wonderful training where you always win, I wanna visit Rebecca's grave today. Wanna join me?"

"Rather not. I just came back from Peggy's visit." His voice lowers and I slightly tense up. He's right, it would be too much pain for one day.

"How is she?"

"It got worse. She keeps losing her memories and always thinks I just came back from the ice. Also her physical state is not the best." Steve grabs frustratedly a few punching bags and I press my lips together, knowing he needs time for himself.

"Alright, there are a few more punching bags in the storage." I pat his shoulder and send him a sympathetic smile. "I'll just check on Tony and Bruce before I leave. See you later then."

Leaving the gym, I make my way to the kitchen on the other floor through the elevator and open the fridge to take out the prepared sandwiches I made for the scientists this morning. Both always forget to eat and spend way too much time in the lab, it's difficult to get them out.

"Do you need my assistance, Miss Farrell?" Vision phases through the wall right next to me, startling me as I flinch and almost drop the plates. I always completely forget that he's able to do things like that or generally that JARVIS is gone.

"Vision! God, I told you not to do this anymore, there's a door right next to you. People don't like getting frightened." I lecture him and frown. Instead of his cape and combat suit, he wears pants and a dark sweater. "Wait, where did you get that?"

"Miss Maximoff- I mean, Wanda- advised me that people would be better adjusting to my existence if I wear common clothes. So I changed my molecules and created this outfit." He explains and I lift a brow in the air.

"You can change your molecules?"

"Yes, indeed." He nods solemnly and I slowly shake my head.

"I keep forgetting that you're a humanoid robot. You are just so real sometimes. And I'm glad that you're keeping Wanda company, she needs it." I'm about to leave the kitchen until I remembered something. "By the way, in my room is a box in the drawer, Pietro's shoes are in there. Could you give it to her?"

"Of course, Miss Farrell. I'm going to make some tea for Wanda now." He says and I almost tense up before walking out of the kitchen. This habit just reminded me too much of the real Jarvis.

The elevator takes me to the lab on a lower floor and I enter the workshop with the two plates. Tony, dressed in an AC/DC shirt, is working on an Iron Man suit again while Bruce types something into the computer, a heavy concentration lying behind his glasses. "I've got lunch for you. Because you forgot it. Again."

"What do you mean, lunch- wait, it's already Wednesday??" The dark circles around Tony's eyes reveal his lack of sleep. "Wasn't it night actually?"

"You've been working for ten hours now, sir." FRIDAY informs him.

"I told you to go to sleep six hours ago but you kept repeating how early it'd be to go to sleep." Bruce rubs his eyes as he sighs, spotting the plates on the table. "Oh, thanks."

"Go to sleep, Tony. After eating this sandwich." I sigh, trying not to worry about him. I'd lecture him if I didn't have a crappy sleep rhythm like him.

"Just a few more hours, then it's done." He begs like a little child, continue mounting a few elements to the arc reactor. "I added a self-made locator that may be able to identify Barnes, I'd only need to fly over a few states and- "

"No, now, Tony. I'm really thankful for your help but please, take a break." I groan and he rolls his eyes, giving in and starting his sandwich. Bruce and I just share a knowing look, used to Tony's insomnia and lack of eating. I only hope that Pepper will be back from the conference soon, she's the only person that makes him eat and sleep.

"Take care of him." I pat Bruce' shoulder and he lets out another deep sigh.

"When do I not?"

***

"Hello, Eve! You've been here a lot lately. How are you?" The old lady at the cemetery greets me with a gentle smile. Helena works here every day, practically living in the small house at the cemetery. She knows me from my visits and also knows who I am. It's insane to think that this woman might have gone to the same school I did, might have graduated in the same year.

"I'm great, thanks." I force a smile back and my grip around the bouquet of sunflowers tightens. "I'm here to visit Rebecca."

"Alright, let me know if you need something, sweetheart." Helena smiles and goes back to take care of the flowers while I start walking to Rebecca's grave.

Passing the ocean of grave stones, my heart already sinks heavily, the familiar depressing atmosphere at cemeteries slowly takes effect on my mood. It's awful to think about all these lives that ended underneath the earth, all these stories that were either finished or left open. Looking at the blue, clear sky, I realize it's a beautiful day, maybe too beautiful to visit a grave. Yet, here I am, being closer to death than I intended to be.

It's an oddly quiet day and it feels refreshing to be alone in the air for once. From the distance I recognize a tall figure standing in front of Rebecca's grave and frown. Did Steve finish his training sooner? It would explain the hoodie jacket.

"What, did you get lazy and finish your exercise earlier?" I call out teasingly as I get closer. Steve flinches at my voice, his body language clearly reveals that he's feeling caught, even trapped. I just now notice the glove on his left hand and furrow my brows. This is not Steve, that's definitely not my best friend. "Wait, who are you?"

I notice how his whole body tenses up and he's frozen like a statue, showing his fear. My hands are clenched to fists, ready to start a fight if necessary. I can't imagine anyone else visiting her grave but Steve and me, her whole family is dead and she had no children. The male person turns slowly and reluctantly around. And then I meet those blue eyes that were hidden in this hoodie. I meet him again.

The sunflowers drop silently to the ground, not even a breath can be heard. I stare with widened eyes at him, still in disbelief and my whole body is shaking as we're stuck in a freeze frame. Several emotions flood into my mind, overstraining me and stealing my ability to speak.

It's him, this thought runs through my mind for thousands times, It's him, it's really him. I've been imagining this scenario so many times, planning how this will happen and yet, it still hits me unexpected, I'm completely speechless. His facial expression appears sort of lost and confused, not knowing what to do. Even beneath the hoodie, he's wearing a cap to hide his shoulder long hair. The dark circles around his eyes and the dirt all over his face and shabby clothes tell me that he must have been lonely and starving.

We have looked for him for three weeks and just now I find out that he's been in New York the whole time. It's a ridiculous coincidence, a stupid joke from the universe. His eyes are solely focused on me, trying to read and analyze me.

"Bucky..." I carefully speak out his name, my voice as low as a whisper, afraid he could leave any second again. He's still staring at me, not moving a muscle. I still can't believe he's standing right in front of me and the memories of the fight in D.C. flash through my mind but they're quickly pushed aside. "It's- it's me... do you remember me?"

"You're Eve." He confirms and my heart leaps to my throat in excitement, the hope in my heart growing. "I read about you and the other one in a museum."

My heart gets crushed and I swallow, ignoring the pain. At least there are no signs of the Winter Soldier, only a Bucky without memories. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"No." He shakes his head, a discomfort lying in his voice. My eyes burn and I bat my eyes to blink away the tears. The desperate urge to hug him and never let go of him is unbearable and overwhelming but I'm afraid to scare him off. I don't want to lose him completely again, so I need to control myself.

"You saved me in D.C. and pulled me out of the river. Why did you do that?" I ask him, my lips pressed together to a thin line.

Bucky hesitates. "I don't know..."

"You do." I shake my head and suddenly can't hold back the river of words. "I know you do, you're lying. And not only to me but also to yourself. The proof is your presence here, at your sister's grave. And... and if you remember her, then there must be a part, even if it's only a small part, that remembers me."

He mentally struggles and remains silent, glancing at the ground. It'd be smarter to call Steve or Tony, to let them know that I found him but I'm too overwhelmed to think. I take a step closer towards him as he flinches. "Please, let me help you."

Suddenly a gun is fired and Bucky immediately drags me down to safety behind a grave stone. I groan slightly at the harsh ground and feel his arm lying on my back, quietly telling me to stay down as we both look carefully up. My eyes widen in shock when I witness how a blood stain grows on Helena's chest and she falls motionlessly to the ground, my hand covers my mouth to prevent any noises.

"We know that you're here!" The shooter shouts, his face is hidden behind a mask. The gun is pointed at the air and behind him is a full team of agents. "Winter Soldier! Leave your hiding place before it gets ugly! And we don't want that, do we?"

My chest tightens and I dig my nails into my palms. Of course, there are people left from Hydra, why have I ever doubted that? But how did they find us, especially him? I feel how Bucky's muscles are tensed and my heart races like hell. Glancing at him, I recognize pure angst in his blue eyes. The voice of the shooter sounds awfully familiar to me though and I focus back on the threat.

"And don't you dare to show up without Voltricity!" The shooter adds and my eyes widen, the realization hits me like lightning. I thought he was dead, I thought he didn't survive the incident in D.C. "I'm counting down from five and if you don't stand right in front of me with Farrell, I'll use the tigger words!"

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