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One year later ~~

Bucky walked out of his room, intending to head towards the gym for his morning workout; the past year all he'd done was keep himself busy - workouts, missions, anything he could do, he did because it stopped him dwelling on his thoughts or living in his memories.

He had become closer to Steve again, it felt like it always had between them and he had even discovered a friend in Sam. They had become quite the team, a three musketeers of sorts and between them they could defeat almost anything put before them. Bucky felt more like the man he used to be than he had in a long time.

But, as he walked down the hall towards the gym, he heard voices coming from inside one of the other rooms. It was Fury, Sam and Steve, so they had to be discussing a mission. So why did no one wake him?

Walking inside, he found all eyes on him and the talking abruptly stopped. "Hey, Buck." Steve smiled brightly in an attempt to reassure him.

"Hey," he replied warily. "What's going on?"

"We were discussing a new problem." Fury muttered, causing Steve to direct a rather harsh look at his superior, which was just shrugged off.

However, this only served to make Bucky more concerned, "What new problem?"

"It doesn't matter," Steve said, hard eyes still glued on Fury.

"If it doesn't matter, then why aren't you telling me?"

Steve lips tightened as though he was trying to stop the truth from escaping. "Maybe we should just tell him?" It was Sam's turn to cut in.

Bucky was getting more and more impatient as this went on - someone needed to tell him and they needed to tell him now. "Captain Rogers doesn't seem to think that you're the man for this job, but I happen to disagree."

Steve sighed, "I didn't say that, it's just I don't know whether you'd want to do it."

"Why? What is it?"

Alex stared at her reflection in the mirror as she applied her lipstick. The red colour reminded her of the worn painted star on- no, she was getting ready for a date, she wasn't thinking about him.

This is what she had been doing for pretty much the last year - every time her thoughts would stray to Bucky, she would stop herself.

Well, most of the time.

Admittedly, the first couple of months were hard. There was tears, soppy movies and A LOT of ice cream, the usual break up aftershocks. But then, when Alex actually felt like she could be bothered to go outside in anything other than sweats, she started to look for a job. And thankfully the interviewer for this one didn't work for a secret Nazi organisation, so she took that as a good sign.

So now, a year later, everything felt like it was starting to get back to normal again. The only thing left to remind her of her time with Bucky was the bullet wound in her abdomen that, though healed, did present certain difficulties when it came to wardrobe choices.

Like when it came to choosing an outfit for tonight.

Originally, Alex had picked out a dress that she had bought a long time ago that was black and had panels of chiffon around the middle. When she brought it, it had made her feel great, but now all she could see through the thin chiffon was her scar and all that made her think of was Bucky. So, needless to say, the dress choice changed.

In the midst of her curling her hair, Alex heard a knock at the door. That can't be him already, our date isn't for another couple of hours, she thought as she walked over to the door, hair still wrapped around the curling iron. She opened the door and nearly burned herself, as she dropped the curling iron to the floor. "Bucky."

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One year later ~~

Bucky walked out of his room, intending to head towards the gym for his morning workout; the past year all he'd done was keep himself busy - workouts, missions, anything he could do, he did because it stopped him dwelling on his thoughts or living in his memories.

He had become closer to Steve again, it felt like it always had between them and he had even discovered a friend in Sam. They had become quite the team, a three musketeers of sorts and between them they could defeat almost anything put before them. Bucky felt more like the man he used to be than he had in a long time.

But, as he walked down the hall towards the gym, he heard voices coming from inside one of the other rooms. It was Fury, Sam and Steve, so they had to be discussing a mission. So why did no one wake him?

Walking inside, he found all eyes on him and the talking abruptly stopped. "Hey, Buck." Steve smiled brightly in an attempt to reassure him.

"Hey," he replied warily. "What's going on?"

"We were discussing a new problem." Fury muttered, causing Steve to direct a rather harsh look at his superior, which was just shrugged off.

However, this only served to make Bucky more concerned, "What new problem?"

"It doesn't matter," Steve said, hard eyes still glued on Fury.

"If it doesn't matter, then why aren't you telling me?"

Steve lips tightened as though he was trying to stop the truth from escaping. "Maybe we should just tell him?" It was Sam's turn to cut in.

Bucky was getting more and more impatient as this went on - someone needed to tell him and they needed to tell him now. "Captain Rogers doesn't seem to think that you're the man for this job, but I happen to disagree."

Steve sighed, "I didn't say that, it's just I don't know whether you'd want to do it."

"Why? What is it?"

Alex stared at her reflection in the mirror as she applied her lipstick. The red colour reminded her of the worn painted star on- no, she was getting ready for a date, she wasn't thinking about him.

This is what she had been doing for pretty much the last year - every time her thoughts would stray to Bucky, she would stop herself.

Well, most of the time.

Admittedly, the first couple of months were hard. There was tears, soppy movies and A LOT of ice cream, the usual break up aftershocks. But then, when Alex actually felt like she could be bothered to go outside in anything other than sweats, she started to look for a job. And thankfully the interviewer for this one didn't work for a secret Nazi organisation, so she took that as a good sign.

So now, a year later, everything felt like it was starting to get back to normal again. The only thing left to remind her of her time with Bucky was the bullet wound in her abdomen that, though healed, did present certain difficulties when it came to wardrobe choices.

Like when it came to choosing an outfit for tonight.

Originally, Alex had picked out a dress that she had bought a long time ago that was black and had panels of chiffon around the middle. When she brought it, it had made her feel great, but now all she could see through the thin chiffon was her scar and all that made her think of was Bucky. So, needless to say, the dress choice changed.

In the midst of her curling her hair, Alex heard a knock at the door. That can't be him already, our date isn't for another couple of hours, she thought as she walked over to the door, hair still wrapped around the curling iron. She opened the door and nearly burned herself, as she dropped the curling iron to the floor. "Bucky."