Wiped <Bucky Barnes Fanfic>

VI ~ Reunion

I visit Steve every day. Still with the same amount of security, and handcuffs. For some reason, they hadn't decided to put me in jail for all the crimes and murders I've committed. I shudder at the thought, I don't want to remember. Clint drives me to and from the SHIELD facility every day. He's quite nice. He even helped stitch up the bullet wound which everyone else in the tower decided to forget about. They probably hoped I would pass out and they could take me into SHIELD.

We're currently on a drive back to the Avengers headquarters, it's dead silent in the car. I stare out the window, watching as the skyscrapers flash by. I'm still amazed at how everything has changed over the time that I'd involuntarily spent with Hydra.

"How are you doing, James?" Clint asks it's obvious he's trying to defuse the ever-rising tension in the car.

"Pretty terrible," I speak nonchalantly as if my life hadn't been completely turned upside down in a matter of a few weeks.

"Is there anything I can do?" He glances at me, concern clear in his expression.

"Keep your eyes on the road.." I mutter and he obliges. "And there's nothing, I have to face this alone."

"No you don't, you never have to face anything alone." He doesn't look at me but easily sets his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

It's the first sincere and affectionate touch that I've had in many many years. I just stare at his hand, my mouth agape. He slowly removes his hand and I have to tear my gaze away.

"S..sorry, it's just, that's the first time in... seventy years I've been touched in a nice way. Without it being meant to hurt me." I hurriedly explain, not wanting him to feel awkward or like he did something wrong.

The number seems so unreal to me. Ever since I got away from Hydra I'd look into the mirror and see myself like I had been decades ago. The only change was my long hair and growing beard.

Thankfully Clint brushes my action off lightly and continues asking me questions to avoid me feeling awkward. I can't help but be grateful, I'm glad to call him my friend.

When we arrive back at the Avengers Tower, I see Tony and Bruce crowding around someone who looks quite uncomfortable. I walk up to the person and a small smile tugs at my lips.

"Rowan," I mutter. His gaze snaps from Tony's rather angry glare to my own, softer gaze. I'm glad to see him. "I see you kept to our deal."

"I see you got to stay." He smiled as he slid off the couch and moved towards me. He shook my hand and I smiled back at him.

"You know this guy?" Tony asks, his arms crossed and his head tilted forward in a defensive manner.

"Yes I do, this is Rowan, he helped me find you," I explained.

Tony's only response was a sigh and then he was gone. Bruce's gaze followed Tony for a moment and then returned to Rowan. "I'll allow you to stay for a bit, just don't upset anyone, mainly Stark,  or you may be leaving with a broken nose." He smiled softly and walked off in the same direction as Tony. 

Rowan turned and looked at me, "They seem fun." 

I scoffed but in the end turned and lead him to a private place to talk. It'd only been at least a week or two (time went by so fast, the days had started to blur together), but I had a fair bit to talk about. And man did I need to talk to someone about it.

A/N: Whoa, what?? I'm actually publishing another part?? Insane I know! Infinity War relit my love for Bucky and Marvel, and I had the majority of this chapter written already (from last year wow)  so I thought I'd finish it up and post it. I don't like how its first person. When I first started writing, a lot of my works were in first person. I might as well keep writing this in this POV and maybe in the future, I'll come back and change it and make it better idk. (I might scrap this all together and write one in Infinity War times??) Well, I hope you enjoyed and that there's still someone out there willing to read my old piece of garbage work! <3 <3