Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Visitor

Sarah's POV

I smiled as I looked up at James and Natasha. "Jace will be here later tonight."

"Who is Jace?" asked James, confused again.

"He's the one who looks like you in my pictures. He's family."

"I don't have a family; at least I don't think I do."

"You do, just so you know; your sister and brothers are all still alive. Jace is your great-nephew, so he can fill you in on what you've missed there. He's my best friend, James."

"Then I shall be pleased to meet him."

Natasha's phone buzzed and she pulled it out to look at it. "I have to go; Clint's wondering where I am." 

"See you tomorrow?"

She drained her glass and set it on the table. "I'll let you know. Bye, James. I'll see you later." She leaned over and pecked James on the cheek before standing up and walking out the door. 

"Who is Clint and why would he wonder where Natalia is?" James asked as he stared after her.

"He's her roommate and best friend," I said as I starting gathering up the dishes and garbage; between us, we had finished everything Nat had brought over.

"He's more than that to her."

I looked over at him to see that he was frowning. "Yes, sometimes he is but not right now, I don't think."

"What is Clint to you, Peggy?"

"Sarah," I corrected him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, Sarah – what is he to you?"

I could tell this wasn't an idle question; I answered him honestly. "He's a good friend and partner. I've worked with him for a while now and he's saved my ass more than once."

I took all of our plates to the kitchen and sat them in the sink, along with Nat's empty glass. I came back into the living room, studying James for a moment. "If you're still hungry, I can make you something else to eat, if you want."

He shook his head. "No, I've had enough for now; I'll be sick if I eat any more."

Which meant this wasn't the first time he had been without eating for long enough to know that his stomach would rebel if he ate very much. "I know what you mean, but when was the last time you ate before now?"

He shrugged. "I don't remember; maybe a couple of days ago?"

From how prominent his cheekbones were, I suspected that it had been longer than that. "I'm sorry, James," I murmured as I sat down on the other end of the couch.

"Don't be. I did what I had to do to keep from getting followed again."

"Are you tired?" He shook his head and I looked at the clock. It was only 8, so I wasn't tired either and Jace would be here soon. "Do you want to watch a movie with me? I'm not ready to sleep either."

"Can I go to the cinema wearing this?" He gestured at his outfit and I smiled.

"We don't have to leave the house; we can watch a movie here on my TV." 

I found the remote and started Netflix; he intently watched what I was doing, but didn't say anything. "If you want to know something, just ask." I glanced over at him. "I don't know how much you already know, so if you don't say anything, I'll just assume you're about as tech savvy as Steve was when I first met him."