Green Arrow [Clint Twin X Bucky Barnes]

"Did what you see help?"

Lorcan Barton's point of view.

I was having one of those bad nights where I couldn't sleep without having some sort of nightmare. Bolting up from a looping nightmare I slipped out bed and Ghost looked up at me from her bed near my dresser, she whined softly and I cooed at her in her special language that I was fine and she still followed me anyway.

Going into the kitchen I turned on the kettle and decided I wouldn't sleep anymore tonight and made coffee. It wasn't till my fourth cup did Ghost whimper at me from her spot near Blue's door, setting my cup down I went over to her and she looked at me then turned to the door, listening to the sounds inside,

I could easily tell that Blue was having bad dreams, probably worse than my own, opening his door after knocking softly, I found him thrashing under the sheets, he was bare of any clothing except for black boxer shorts. Slowly going over to his bed with Ghost right next to me, she had her teeth latched into my shirt to pull me back if Blue attacked.

I didn't need her to do this but it was good to have that kind of backup. Sitting on the edge of his bed with his metal arm as far as possible from me I shook his shoulder and called his name, it didn't work the first few time but by the eighth or ninth time he bolted up panting and sweating, This wasn't a tortured panting, this is an 'I-just-fell-to-my-death' panting.

"Blue, breathe," I said while rubbing his back and letting him squeeze my hand, despite it hurting like hell, Ghost no longer sensing any danger jumped up onto the bed and cuddled into his lap, Blue calmed down enough to pat the top of my dog's head, it seemed to relax him even more.

"You get nightmares like that often?" I asked and he shook his head. "This is new, I think it was a memory, but I feel like I've seen it before, no, it's come to me before but then it was taken again," I nodded, "It was that time you saw the man on the bridge right? Seeing him brought things to the surface, didn't it." I said and he nodded again.

"I can take you somewhere that may have some information if you want to go." I told him, his head snapped towards me and his eyes glistened with approval. Smiling I got up and realized he still held my hand, realizing this as well, he let go and apologized. "Sorry," I shook my head and patted his shoulder,

"It's fine," looking to Ghost I smirked, "Tolīmorghon, rāenābagon jēda." [Ghost, wash time.] I told her and she yipped before pulling Blue out of his bed and pushing him with her head to make him move, "Hey, what did you tell her?" Blue said a bit panicked, I smiled, "You'll see," I teased and when he was out the door and down the hall his complaining stopped.

-

Getting to the Smithsonian, Blue and I walked in arm in arm, I led him through everything starting from the present to the end of the 40s. When we reached the Captain America exhibit, he looked around but I wanted him to see the thing I hoped would help him, standing in front of the James Barnes exhibit he looked at it.

It was obvious to him that this inscription was for him, his face was on it. Only he looked a bit younger maybe a year or so, with shorter hair and a much lighter expression despite the serious one taken for the photo. It explained his connection to Steve and said his birthday and the year he had supposedly died,

Walking around some more I took him to some of the silent movies with him, Steve and other members of the Howling Commandos, Blue rubbed his head a bit and furrowed his brows like he was in pain but continued to watch, rubbing his shoulder in support he leaned into me a bit, when he stopped rubbing his head the video stopped.

Getting up we went and looked at a few other displays before he said he wanted to go back, getting outside, we stood near the parking lot and I looked up at him, "Did what you see help?" I asked and he didn't answer at first, "A bit," I smiled, "That's good, I got another idea." I said and pulled him back to my car.

-

Climbing back into the car after stopping at a bookstore I handed him the bag and he opened it to find some notebooks with pens and pencils, "What are these for?" he asked as I pulled out of where I parked, "They're for you, a few years ago a friend of mine got hurt and lost a bit of memory, so to help him he wrote what he remembered," I explained,

"Then whenever he felt like he forgot he could go back to the notes and read them to remember, maybe it'll help you, you know rereading remembered memories to trigger new ones. That kind of thing." smiling softly he nodded, opening one of the books and pulling out a pen he began writing.