Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Mother Hen

James' POV

After a while, Jace murmured something in Sarah's ear and she nodded, sliding off his lap so he could stand up. He picked up his phone and walked into the kitchen, tapping at it. I handed her the blanket and she covered up, moving a little closer to me but not touching me.

"You can sit with me if you like," I offered. "I don't bite; at least I don't think I do." I moved my arm up so she could come closer.

She laughed a little, relaxing slightly. "You don't bite; I might, though."

"I already got my lecture for today, so I'm good." I kissed her forehead, leaning my head on hers.

"Who gave you a lecture?" she asked, leaning into me.

"Jace, of course," I said with a smile. "It was after you fell asleep and before I put you in bed."

"Oh. Was it a good one?" She yawned, covering her mouth.

"Not my favorite, but it needed to be said. He worries about you."

"Damn straight I do," Jace said, coming back into the living room and sitting down next to Sarah. "Makes up for all the times she mother hen's me."

Sarah snorted, reaching over to punch him in the arm. "I do not 'mother hen' you, Jace Barnes – Nat does."

"She's even worse than you, I swear. Who knew the Black Widow could be so terrifying when she's NOT trying to kill you?" He raised his hands questioningly.

"I blame James for that," Sarah said.

"What did I do?" I asked in bewilderment. "I wasn't even here until a couple of days ago."

"Jace, I think you've reminded Nat of James from day one." She smiled softly, "I think that's why she's like that with you - and you're not scared of her."

"I'm terrified of her!" We laughed, knowing that couldn't be farther from the truth. "I realized that the moment I saw James and her together. My family's always told me I was the spitting image of you, James, and I've seen the pictures, so I could see the resemblance, but I didn't know how right they were until I saw you myself."

"Speaking of family," Sarah said, touching Jace's arm, "when should we take James to meet them?"

"Great- Aunt Rebecca should be first. How about this weekend? I can call her tomorrow and set it up, if you think that's a good idea."

"Saturday or Sunday, I have to go in to work Friday for a while." Sarah turned and looked at me. "James, what do you think? Do you want to see your sister and brothers again?" She asked, looking up at me.

"I don't remember them, Sarah. What if they don't want to see me?"

"They're going to want to. They said it a hundred times this spring when they met Steve, 'I wish that Bucky was here'." He grinned at me. "They'll be so happy you're alive that it won't matter to them that you don't remember them, James." Jace said. "Besides, they don't remember everything anymore either. They're old now, you do realize - they're all in their 80's and 90's."

I considered that for a little bit. It was still strange to me that I had family. I was so used to being alone and only thinking about myself that it was a new thing for me. "Are you sure they'll want to see me?" I asked.

Jace nodded instantly. "Yes. They talk about you a lot, especially since they met Steve again a couple months ago. If he's alive, it's only fitting you're alive."

"All right," I said slowly. "I should meet them; maybe that will help."

Seeing Peggy had helped me start to remember things, so it was only logical that seeing the family I had left behind would help, too. That decided, we watched the rest of the movie, Jace laughing at my reactions to what was happening on screen. Sarah started nodding off after a while, and I looked down at her as the credits started to roll.