Annabelle Rogers - James 'Bucky' Barnes

Chapter Three

*For the story lets pretend the Wilson residence is next door to NY*

Getting out of the cab James strolled over to the dock, finding Sam perched up on the side on the boat with a goofy grin on his face. He irritated James most of the time, but right now he is the closest this he has to a friend.

"Looking fresh, man"

Nodding towards him, notting the difference between James' look while they where on the run together. Hair was still long but his complexion was relaxed and everything was clean and neat.

Jumping down into the boat James walked over to find the ice cooler empty. Whats beers on the boat without the beers. He looked up at Sam very unamused.

"Still have that staring problem I see"

Rolling his eyes James leant up against the cabin, one leg pressing his foot against the wall with his arms across his chest. He was never one to really express much emotion, especially to anyone he felt would use it against him. Annabelle was the only one to experience his semi soft side since he had been free.

"You know, I thought you would have cut your hair off by now"

A deep familiar voice spoke out from the edge of the docks. Looking over, a large shadow appeared, becoming more visible the closer it came. Jumping into the boat with a bucket of beers a slight smirk crept on James' face.

"Steve, what are you doing here?"

Confusion took over James' cold stare, taking a sip of his cold drink he did a double take between the pair.

"Wait, am I missing something, I thought you where on the run" nodding towards Steve.

Letting out a light chuckle Steve patted his pal on the back, comforting him but also comforting himself after being away from him for so long. It was good to be around him again.

"It's a long story."

Steve had a very strong disagreement with the government a couple of years back. After helping James seek help in Wakanda he ended up on the run, not being able to come back into the US until now. Sam was also involved but got slapped with house arrest so that he could look after his family.

That was atleast until Steve was tracked down and contacted by the US government to recruit his assistance and expertise.

Agreeing to the arrangement with the terms of full pardons for everyone involved in the 'misunderstanding'. He wanted nothing more then to come home to his sister. Even if they weren't on speaking terms at the time.

"Full pardons huh? Do you know what you are getting yourself into?"

James knew better then to trust government organisations, in reality he only had few people he really trusted to do the right thing with out a double crossing agenda.

"I don't know, but I'd like your help" Steve stated with his sweet smile, persuading his childhood friend.

Concern only grew with racing thoughts about what his pal was getting involved with. Knowing he could protect him better by his side. James agreed.

Sinking more drinks, catching up with everyones life or lack of. The sky had fallen completely black with stars and moon light in full swing.

"You spoken to Chip yet?" Sam asked nudging Steve's side.

"Not yet, I don't know if she would want to hear from me."

"Wait. Who's Chip?"

James started to image Steve getting involved with some tattooed covered girl with bright coloured hair. Who names their kid Chip.