Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Companion

Bucky's POV

As soon as Bruce said he was done with me, I followed Natalia through a hospital into a waiting area. Clint was there, as well as three other men, ones I'd seen earlier today. A medium sized yellow dog ran at me the moment I walked in the door, jumping off the lap of the blond, where he'd been curled up. Natalia stopped me from killing it so I could realize it was friendly, not attacking.

"Hey Buck. This is Lucky, your service dog. If you don't give him attention, he'll just keep doing that," the blond said as the dog put his paws on me and whined. "He's really missed you these past two weeks."

"<Sit,>" I commanded, and the dog promptly plopped on its rear end, mouth open and tongue lolling to the side.

I reached down and patted his head, smiling slightly when he moved so I was rubbing behind his ears. The dog had been waiting for me to lower my face, because he leaped for me, knocking me down back and licking my face happily, his tail going a mile a minute. The others laughed, but it wasn't derisive laughter. I laid there in surprise, not anticipating that from him. My ribs and arm ached from the impact, reminding me they were broken.

"Ow, Lucky! Watch that tail!" Natalia said, giving him a shove off of me. "You know better, mutt. English, James – we're in America."

"Knock it off, dog," I said as I got to my knees. "You're not a puppy." Lucky's response to my tone was to push himself at me until he was as close as possible, his face tucked into my neck, sniffing all over me.

"He thinks he is," Clint said dryly. "This is his normal greeting when he hasn't seen you in a couple days."

"You need to learn manners, dog." I said with a sigh, getting to my feet. 

"Do these men look familier to you?" Natalia asked. I looked at each one in turn and nodded.

"I've already met Clint," I said. I pointed at the other blond. "You were sent to retrieve me."

"Rescue. We came to rescue you, Bucky. You were captured from our vehicle two weeks ago against your will and taken to Siberia along with two other Shield agents."   

Natalia murmured beside me, "This is Steve Rogers, your best friend."

"Steve," I repeated. "Sorry. I don't know you. Never saw you before today."

"You will," Steve said confidently. "You always do. This body isn't the one you remember – I was changed during the war."

I ran my eyes over him again, but nothing came to mind. I shook my head slowly, ready to utter another denial.

"This is Tony Stark, James." Natalia said, indicating a well dressed dark haired man. "You knew his father, Howard a long time ago."

"You look nothing like Howard," I said abruptly; that name meant something, a face came to mind. "Except for your eyes."

"I know," Tony said with a smirk. "Thank God I take more after my mom."

"Howard didn't have a kid when I knew him," I stated suddenly, a thought popping into my head. "Who was your mother? Lorraine?"

Steve started coughing and I looked at him, confused. "No, not Lorraine, Buck," he finally said. "You hated her."

"Who's Lorraine?" Clint asked, looking interested.

"One of Howard's secretaries," Steve said. "A real dish, just not – how do I say this without sounding overly judgmental?"

"Spit it out, Rogers," Tony said, raising an eyebrow arrogantly. "I've never heard of her so she can't have been very important."