Different as Night and Day (Winterfalcon)

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Bucky's POV
We ended up watching the Hobbit which left me speechless. Wanda and Vision made small snacks so we didn't have to eat much but we wouldn't be starving later.

Nuff said because It not only blew me away by being close to the movie but also TV has come so so far. Deep in my heart, as Sam had found out, I'm a bit of a nerd when it came to science and books.

I didn't fall asleep on Sam this time. Half with disappointment and half in happiness. Part of me felt guilty I always used him as a pillow but the other part knew I just wanted to be close to him.

He dozed off next to me. The movie was ending and I was absolutely determined not to disturb him. I. Wouldn't. Move. A. Muscle.

He stirred gently. I relaxed my muscles hoping to let me be a bit more comfortable.

I heard a snort next to me. Bruce must've gotten up because he was gone. Nat was holding in a laugh (poorly) and Wanda had fell asleep on an also asleep Vision.

Nat's voice was low as she whispered.

"Should we wake them up?"

I kept my voice equally low. "You wake up Vision and Wanda. I'll take Sam to his room." I smiled staring down at the angelic man. Nat got up and shook Vision awake, the robot man carried Scarlet Witch to their room and Nat followed them to go to her own. He look bright and like a Young God in the sun. Angelic, celestial, too perfect for a demon like me.

But in the moonlight coming through the window?

He looked peaceful. Like the weight of the world was hanging over him instead of dragging him down. He looked like the personification of dusk itself. If the purples, dark crimsons, light dusty pinks, and lingering diamond blues colors of dusk all were put to bed like hyper children. But they all settled into one man, slumbering and ready to come alive in the morning.

I picked him up as gently as I could, walking towards his room. I carried him bridal style, hoping not to jostle him much. He wasn't heavy, but somewhere in my mind I was afraid to break him. My hands always would be covered and painted in the blood of HYDRA's victims. He was too perfect and too good for a demon like me. He'd shown me so much kindness. The most kindness since-

Steve.

He was the last person to be this kind to me. And look what happened with that. These last few days since he brought me back he'd treated me horribly. I tried to find some form of excuse or answer to his actions and something lingered in my brain like an itch. What couldn't I remember?

I opened his door with one hand. Sam hadn't moved an inch out of my arms. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths.

I placed him in his bed softly. His room was neat, kept in tidy order with specific places for everything.

I walked out, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could. I felt this relaxing and homely feeling settle into my sternum. It slowly spread to the rest of my bones. Something in the bottom of my brain stirred like dust in an empty bottle. This feeling...of home and relaxing happiness...

This is what it felt like. To be home. To be happy. To have a family again.

There was only one problem. Winter. Maybe...just maybe I could convince the leftover Soldier part of me I deserved it all, but it would take time. And maybe some help from the Young God across the hall.

I opened the door to my room not paying much attention. I was trying to hold on to that feeling. The feeling of home and family.

The lights were off, but with my vision I could still see. I didn't sit I just stood for a minute.

Blue eyes and blonde hair were highlighted by the moonbeams filtering from the window.

"Steve?"

The Star-Spangled man looked in pain. He turned his head. Suddenly I noticed the thin metal disk behind his ear.

"I'm sorry Bucky. They're giving me no choice. I can't AGH-"

He cried out trying to keep his voice quiet. He stood, cold and rigid. His voice came out gravely and frigid, sending the homely relaxation away. Russian words spilled from my friend's mouth with ease. But Steve didn't know Russian, I knew then this wasn't him.

"Winter Soldier. We've missed you. Your friend here was very uncooperative in our efforts to get you back...but alas. Nothing a bit of mind-control can't fix. But you know all about that...right Soldier?"

My voice was level as I took a step forward. It all clicked in my head, his recent behavior and the rude comments.

"No....no. This isn't right. Let him go, I'm what you want. I'll do what you want just leave these people alone."

"Begging...they've diluted your programming...we'll have to fix that. Don't worry Soldier. We'll be there soon to take back what is ours. None of your friends will ever know a thing. For now? We need you to distract your new friends. Or should I say targets."

"No. Those days are over. Spare them. Just take me."

He shouted harshly which made me flinch. "Listen Soldier you're not listening!!"

Steve sighed, taking out a thin red book.

"Stop." I frantically went to the door but it was locked.

"Longing."

I was yelling now, frantically punching the door. Damn you Stark for making such good doors. Would anyone hear me yelling? Could they come to help? "I SAID STOP!!"

"J.A.R.V.I.S GET SOMEBODY ANYBODY PLEASE!!" A chime sounded. Maybe he'd heard me from another room. Clearly Steve had disabled the one in here.

"Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak."

I was on my knees. The words hammered into my head as phantom shocks of electricity shot through my body. I wasn't even on the machine but I could still hear Zola saying to wipe me again.

I fought him. He was already ready to go back into the programming and slip into HYDRA's control. He didn't need to give up hope because to him there never was hope. But I want him. I want the Soldier. The Asset. I was James Buchanan-

"Furnace. Nine. Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight Car. "

There was a pause.

"Soldier?"

The words he'd said for so long. So many years of his life. It was second nature.

"Ready to comply"

"Your targets are Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff, and Sam Wilson. Do not kill until engaged, only distract and harm. Until ordered otherwise wait for further instructions. Before you go...suit of Soldier"

The Asset nodded. He found his old uniform, the Kevlar and heavy jacket was modeled after a straitjacket but still it felt familiar. He slipped it on, tightening the harnesses and straps to HYDRA's familiar painful stings. He put on the knife holster, the gun holster across his shoulder, and finally he strapped on the familiar muzzled. His goggles were damaged from the bridge fight.

A flicker of memory crossed over The Asset's face. There was a man from the bridge...a man he knew...something about a steering wheel...and wings. Falcon wings? Steve slapped the Asset, tightening the straps of his mask. He attached a small metal disk to The Asset's neck. It sent a pulse of electricity through his body straight to his nervous system and his brain. His previous memories of a fight of a man he thought he knew were gone with an agonizing shock. The phantoms of previous shocks made these small ones seem like torture. And as soon as the fraction of memory was there, it was gone.

The Asset turned, ripping the door off its hinges. He turned towards the nearest door, not knowing Sam Wilson was already awake.

And he had heard everything.