Armor (Winter Soldier)

[4]

He saw his jacket from last night and pulled it on, not wanting to reveal HYDRA's signature star.

Having nothing to do at the moment, Bucky decided to learn how to handle a TV.

He walked over to the monitor and its changing images that got stranger by the second.

Stepping out of the hot shower, Sam wiped the foggy mirror with her palm, causing the view to get blurry.

The same girl stared back at her and she frowned.

Again, reflections always show her what she doesn't want to see.

She walked out into her green room and started picking out something nice to wear.

Her lips morphed into a smile when another idea popped into her mind, that might maybe just match up with the one she had eariler.

His metal and normal fingers, searched the bottom of the television's screen.

To his success, he found a button and pressed it, hoping it would somehow shut it off.

It only made the screen blink and then switch to another set of weird-looking images.

He searched once more, not wanting to give up and eventually found the right one (him not knowing) and pressed it, causing the screen to black out.

His success bought a smile to his face as he plopped himself on the couch.

He wondered what Sam was up to at the moment.

"James!", Sam called out from her room.

Finally.

James stood up from the living room's couch and quietly made his way to Sam's room.

He entered and scanned the area for the first time.

It's notice he had the chance to when he first slept here.

The walls, were green and the bed purple. Along the white surface of a dresser, were the framed photographs of a middle-aged woman and...Sam.

She was making an amusing expression with her tongue in one picture while the other woman kept smiling.

And the same went for the rest of the pictures except they wore different clothing and stood in front of a different scenario.

No signs of both fallen organizations. She was just a resident living in D.C.

James was about to ask who that woman was when he  noticed that Sam wore a green blouse, blue jeans and wet hair.

She looked...weird, according to him of course but pretty at the same time. Very different form when he woke.

Because he was staring too much, he didn't neither notice Sam carrying a brown box and her glasses were a bit too loose on her face.

"I got," she paused for a grunt. "Some stuff to donate." Her skinny arm wiped her forehead.

He raised an eyebrow at her and she huffed.

"Okay, so I don't need this stuff and I have a kind heart, so I'm giving it to people who can," she waved her hands in the air.

"Actually give it a use.", she finished and James nodded.

"Are you taking me?", he asked while she just gazes at him.

"What? What...yeah! Uh, let's go!", she nervously laughed and grabbed her small purse from the dresser.

James chuckled soflty and followed her.