WinterIron one shots

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Word count: 1166

Summery:  during civil war scene, Tony and steve come and find Bucky in his apartment and Offer to help him.
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He sat on the mattress in the small damp apartment. He sat in darkness apart from the light from the candle. It was too risky to have the lights on.

So he sat in silence, on the cold uncomfortable mattresses on the floor. It was thin, he couldn't afford anything else. This was the best he had right now. He sat and tried to piece everything together. It was cold and the candle didn't give off much heat, or light for that matter. He was Cold and alone. He had never felt so isolated.

But that want true.

The memory's off his year in the cell in hydra was hell. He remembered the pain- the torture. Has remembered wanting nothing more than to go home, find steve. But he never got out in time. He wanted every thing to go back to the way the They were before the war.  He wanted to go home.

But he didn't have a home anymore. He looked. After he 'died' it was sold as well as Steve's old place. Everything was different now.

He sat on the cold hard mattress and looked down at the book he balanced on his lap, and the pen he held in his hand.

He sat and tried to prove everything back together- on his own. There was no one out there who could help him. He was completely alone int he works and under constant threat of being found.

He looked down at the page. He had scribbled down the memory's that had returned to him, afraid that if he didn't make a physical note of it he would forget it again. Each memory made him feel more human. Yet they equally made him grieve for everyone that wasn't here anymore. Steve. His mother. His father.

He let a tear fall down his face. He allowed it to fall down, landing on his metal arm. From seeing that monstrous thing more tears fell, soon turning into violent sobs shaking his body. He pulled his knees in to his chest and hid his face in his knees. He let more tears fall, and they fell until it was physically painful to cry anymore.

It was midnight by the time he calmed down. He moved the book and pen to the side of the kitchen and sat back down in the mattresses. He settled down, pulling the thin covers into p of him, which done nothing to fend off the cold. It was going to be a long night.

It was 4 when he woke again. The sun was just starting to rise and shine through the thin curtains.

He jumped up suddenly, beads of sweat on his fore head and on the back of his neck. He felt a chill go down his spin as a draft of cold air came through the thin cracking window.

He wiped his forehead Anna his eyes, wiping away the tears that were evident once again. He felt weak. He felt lonely. He felt vulnerable. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

He laid back down and tried to go back to sleep. He shut his eyes, but he curls only see the innocent people in front of him that he had brutally killed because he was told to. He hated himself for it, and he didn't think he works be able to live with it forever.

Soon enough he hash given up on sleep, and lit the candle again. He picked up the note book and pen Ana opened it to a fresh page. He thought for a while brow writing down a few more memory's he had remembered during the night.

Steve's mother was called Sarah,

Steve used to put paper in his shoes.

They were both super soldiers.

He knew a man called Howard.... Howard stark.

He was a Sargeant during the war.

Steve fought nazis, and the red scull.

Once he had finished he pure both items down and far back against the cold damp wall. He was tired but he didn't dare close his eyes for the horror s he knew world haunt him.

Never the less, he son fell asleep.

He woke later that morning. He was hungry so he decided to go out and buy some plums- he had always loved plums- he had wrote it down.

Thanks to hydra and the brain washing he could speak a lot of different language. He went down to the market place and Bucky his plums like every morning since he came here. He smiled at the woman who served him and made his way back to his apartment.

When he got there the door was open slightly. He looked down at T his gloves metal hands, knowing rusty he works needed it- because it says ended in a fight.

He slowly made his way inside the door way and saw two men standing by the small kitchen. One was in a red ANd golds metal suit, worn his curly brown locks on show-  while the other was dressed in a tight fitting blue red and white suit worn a blue helmet.

He walked in further and the one in blue turned around with his note book in hand. The action caught the other man's attention and he quickly put on the mask and turned around to face him.

" Bucky- we re not here to hurt you." The one in blue said.

" do you remember me?" He said again.

He just shook his head, and the one in Red glanced at the other in blue.

" okay, Bucky we re not here to hurt you, we are here to help you. We know there are people out there who are out to get you, so we want to help. If you come with us we will keep you safe." The one in red said.

" how do I know I can trust you?"

" because I know you." The man in blue said. He reached up and pulled off the helmet, revealing his deep blue eyes and light blonde hair.

" I'm steve" he nodded towards the note book. " The one you wrote about."

I looked at him and it clicked. That was Steven Rogers- my best friend since child hood and Captain America.

" Steve?"

He nodddd. I looked at the others man.

" oh... you won't know me." He said, but removed the helmet anyway.

He had beautiful brown rises and beautiful curly brown hair. He was beautiful.

" I'm Tony, Tony Stark."

" stark? I know that name."

He smiled slightly and looked at me. Damn that smile.

" Howard stark was my father."

Well they made sense. He did look like Howard, and he could certainly be smart enough.

" come with us Bucky, and you ll safe with us."

And I believed him.

And I had never been so happy to be found in all my life.