He knocked on her door, his normal hand making a soft noise as it collided with the wood. He knew that it wasn't very smart what he was about to do, but there was a slim chance it could help her, and he was willing to take the risk of it going wrong.

'Are you awake yet?' he asks softly from the other side of the door. He had granted her an hour, maybe two, of sleep as he was talking with his crony and he always seems to forget the time whenever they meet up. So after at least an hour of talking, he had noticed the time and chooses to wake the woman he had held while she fell asleep earlier.

'You can come in, captain. If that's what you were implying,' the soldier softly spoke. Barnes opened the door slowly, not to startle the fighter. She watched how he stepped in her small room, which was smaller than the others but she didn't seem to care.

She was wearing her armour, as that was everything she had. The assassin realized they should get her some clothes, yet he had no idea who to ask and he didn't like to go shopping. He decides to come back about that another time, after he had apologized.

'Hay,' he muttered and she looked at him, her brown orbs searching for eye contact. They both felt the tension in the air, yet they didn't know how to make it disappear. Both of them were bad at talking, even worse at talking about their feelings. Though the one armed soldier knew he had to get this off his chest.

'I'm sorry for letting you trigger yourself. I should've stopped you. And I'm sorry for leaving you right after, but I had to visit a friend of mine,' he shifted uncomfortably with his feet, not knowing how to look or what to do. The freshly saved from HYDRA soldier looked at her captain again, seeing how hard this talk for him was, and she admired his bravery.

'You're forgiven, it was me who said the words and me who didn't gave you a chance to help me. So I should be sorry,' she said. Barnes looked up, no one had ever taken the blame for him when they could just shove all the problems on his shoulders, except from Rogers because he was the one who always got them in trouble.

He couldn't hold his glance back, as it wandered to her exposed arms. She wasn't wearing her entire uniform, just the layer beneath. Her arms were covered in scars you got from a fire, and he knew she was uncomfortable about them as she tried to hide them with her hair.

'What-what happened to your arm?' he asked. She snapped out of her thoughts, looked at the marks on her skin that would never disappear and actually thought about lying to him, but she couldn't. She was ordered to always be loyal and honest. She had shown she was one of those already, now she just had to show him one more time that she was honest.

'They are one of my many scars, captain.'

She avoided the question. She wasn't lying, but she didn't say the entire truth. Her voice trembled when she mentioned it, as memories she had tried to block away in her mind ran freely now, blurring her vision with sadness and pain.

The killer noticed his soldier was lying, he heard how her voice shook yet her brown eyes kept staring at him. She would've gotten away with her answer if her voice hadn't given up on her. Barnes wanted to ask what happened, though he didn't know if he was in the position of asking her.

'You're not telling the whole story. That scar means something to do, your voice trembled when I mentioned it and you try to hide it with your hair, unlike the other scars,' he spoke. He remembered how he watched this series with Stark about someone who was very good at solving crimes and making deductions. He knew that right now, he sounded just like him.

For a second, the woman was caught off guard. She stared at her captain, surprised that he noticed it and even more surprised that he cared. No one had cared about her in her entire life, the life she remembered at least. The life she was allowed to remember.

'Please tell me,' the man she thought that never asked for something, at least never said please, just bagged her to reveal her horrid past, the past she remembered. Her memories were slowly coming back, and the first thing she remembered was her death, or at least how HYDRA found her.

Again, the soldier didn't expect this from her captain. She inhaled deeply, and Barnes knew he had asked her something that was hard to answer. Not only because it was something from the past she had been forced to forget, but because it was emotionally exhausting to talk about what happened and what you remembered.

'My father gave me those scars,' she said. Barnes stared at her, him now being the one who was surprised. He didn't expect that kind of answer; he expected something like his story, falling of a freight car. He didn't expect someone close to her killing her, he didn't expect someone so "kind" to have been through so much.

He hadn't been through something like this himself. He didn't die or got hurt by someone he loved, he got wounded protecting them. And he was more distant then she was, even though he had been here longer, and that he had still his friend by his side.

'How d-'

'I don't remembering much of it, and I don't think I want to. I just remember a house on fire, and me and my father in it. I suppose that's how HYDRA found him, because for as long as I can remember, these scars have been here,' she responded to his not even finished question. She didn't cry her voice wasn't overflowing with sadness or any emotion. She knew what happened and yet not clearly.

The soldier that had been through way less and yet behaved like he had been through more stared at sympathy at her, saying to himself in his head that if she was this open to him and had been through something like that, he could open a bit more up to his friends too.

'Was your family in the house too?' he softly asked. He hoped so dearly that they weren't, and that they hadn't died before their daughter got taking from them. He wished that someone had granted her that much luck, just enough so she wouldn't see her whole world crumble apart.

'I don't know. I don't even know if I had a family. But I would've remembered them in the house too if they were there right?' she responded hopefully. He didn't know anything about remembering. He had gone to a museum and still he didn't remember as much of him as he wanted to, so he didn't know if what she thought was right.

'I think so. I'm sorry to hear about your father,' he spoke, not even really answering her question, leaving her in the dark. Her eyes lit up for a second, until he mentioned her father and they got sucked up by the darkness again, pulling the only source of heat away from her freezing soul.

'Don't be sorry for something you can't chance, captain.'

Her voice was cold again, sounding like she didn't care. Barnes knew he had made a mistake by mentioning her father but he couldn't act like it didn't hurt him to hear her story either. He was finally feeling human, and with feeling human there came emotions such as sadness, from which he had felt enough for another decade or four.

'Now if I may be so rude, what happened to your arm?' she asked him. Everyone always asked him that, everyone always asked him how he got his metal arms and they asked if it hurt. It was hard for him to talk about it, yet he trusted the brunette with every piece of his heart that had survived the many years of torture.

He focused his eyes at his metal arm, seeing the reflection of the red star on it. His Brooklyn Boy had promised that the star wouldn't be on his metal arm for long, and yet here it still was. He fixed his glance back at the woman who had asked one of the most painful questions for him, seeing how she smiled caringly at him.

'Your other arm,' she muttered. No one had ever asked something about his right arm, the attention was always drawn to his left. He was amazed for a second, then he thanked her in his head for not mention his metal limp and let his eyes find their way to a light white scar on his skin.

'It's one of the scars given to me by HYDRA. I try to remember as less from my time with HYDRA as I can, but I remember this one,' he whispered. He noticed how she uncomfortably noticed her own wrist had the same scar as he. They both stared at the thin, white line, only Barnes remembering how it got there.

'If they wanted a serum to leave my system, and they couldn't wait, they'd cut open my wrist and let the serum bleed out of me. That's how I got this scar,' he said. The woman looked at him in sympathy, but she should be the one getting all the sympathy as she had been through much more. Though she always smiled, even if she didn't want to and she seemed happy or at least calm while in fact a huge monster was being held underneath her skin.

'Thank you for telling me, captain. I appreciate you being honest,' she responded to his short explanation. He found himself smiling, something that was still a bit strange for him. The woman sat down on her bed, finding it unable for her legs to stand anymore. The assassin sat down on her bed too, not knowing what to do now.