Chapter 1

It was just over a month since Abi had left the Avengers compound. She had picked up Bucky's trial at the Smithsonian in Washington. She understood why Sam hadn't; it was virtually invisible. After that she had followed it to Europe. Finally, she had caught up to him in Madrid. Why he was in Madrid, she had no idea.

She walked carefully over a road to an old, run-down apartment block. She opened the door with her powers and walked through. She slowly ascended the stairs until she came to the fourth floor. She hovered outside of the chipping, blue door marked 23. She saw there was no one inside so she unlocked it with her powers and walked in; closing it behind her.

The apartment was nothing special. There was a small kitchen with a fridge; a tiny bathroom and a single bed in the corner. There was a small table littered with notebooks. She walked over and picked up the top one. The pages were filled with notes about her, Steve and Hydra in Bucky's hand writing. She realised he had been writing down his memories. She pulled the black rucksack off her shoulders and put all the notebooks inside before putting back on her shoulders. She heard the door open and she spun around with her hands raised.

Bucky froze in the door way. Abi pushed the door shut with her powers and studied him. His hair was long and untamed and hung around his face. His jaw was covered in stubble and he looked tired. He was wearing a beat up blue jacket, a black shirt and black combat trousers. He looked well for all things considered.

Abi swallowed the lump in her throat and shakily asked him, "Do you know me?"

"Your Abi. I read about you in a museum." His eyes flashed to the table where his notebooks had been.

"There in my bag." Abi assured him. "Why did you pull me out of the river?"

"I don't know." He said meeting her graze.

"Liar." She said with a small smile.

His eyes darted to the window. "Are those your guys outside?" He asked.

Abi almost ran over to the window. "Shit. They've been tracking me." She muttered under her breath as she pulled out her phone and smashed it. She looked back up at him. "They're Hydra. We've got to move." She threw him a gun from her hip. "They're coming up the stairwell."

The door was blown in and they both started to fight.

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They spent the next three months running from place to place. It was a few nights after Madrid, in a motel somewhere in France, when Abi woke up to Bucky almost screaming in Russian. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had nightmares. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and walked over to him. She shook him lightly in an attempt to wake him.

"Bucky?" She said trying to wake him but it wasn't working. She placed her fingers on his temples and went into his mind and pulled him out.

He shot up and in seconds had her pinned to the bed beneath him; his metal arm around her throat.

"It's me. Buck, it's just me." Abi muttered softly.

His eyes went wide and he moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Abi moved to sit next to him and took his real hand in her own; mindlessly drawing circles on the back of it. He looked up, shocked slightly at her actions. She looked at him, smiled slightly and wrapped her arms round his neck; pulling him to her. He wrapped his metal arm around her waist carefully still believing it might hurt her. His other arm gripped hold of her shirt at her lower back and he buried his head in her shoulder.

He was shaking and Abi finally realised just what being on his own since Washington had done to him. He had been alone in a World he didn't understand with a mind that wasn't sure what it was. She ran her fingers through his hair until he stopped shaking.

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It was just over a week later, somewhere in Germany, when Bucky woke to the same thing. Abi's hands were glowing as she moved a glass next to her and sent it flying at a wall. He laid a hand on her arm and she sat bolt upright and threw him across the room.

"Sorry." She murmured as she closed her eyes and got her powers under control.

She stood and picked up all the broken glass and put it in the bin. She was shaking as this time he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She leaned into his chest as she curled her hands around his shirt. He moved her back to the bed and laid her down but she pulled him down with her. She laid on his chest as she felt the coolness of his metal arm wrap around her waist. His other hand moved to her chest and picked up the ring on the chain.

He studied it carefully. "You still have it."

"I was never going to let it go." She told him.

He smiled at her and for the first time in a long time they both got a proper night's sleep.