Bucky's pov:
Steve called me today. Told me to come visit him before he leaves tomorrow. I found a home in Brooklyn, not the same as it was years ago, but I guess it'll do. Steve is still living in D.C. He told me to come move in with him but I thought it would be best to live on my own somewhere familiar. Fight my demons on my own. I'm about a half an hour away from the city, been driving for hours. Not really driving, more like riding. I ended up buying a motorcycle when I moved to Brooklyn, seemed more convenient for me. One of the best purchases I've ever made. It makes me feel free, like there's no hate or death in the world. Just me and nothing else. I find Steve's apartment and park in front. He opens the door only after one knock. "Hey Buck", he says. "Hey Stevie". I give him a small hug and continue to walk in the small home. "Would you like anything to drink or eat? You've had a long ride." "No, I'm okay, thanks." I give him a small smile and sit in the chair across the room. "How have you been lately?", he asks. "I've been alright". " Do you enjoy your home?". "I do actually, it's quite nice". A knock suddenly comes from the door. "I'll be right back Buck". I wait in his living room, looking around the room. Nothing special, just a couple paintings on the walls. That makes sense, it would be unusual to see photos of him and the Avengers all over the house. Steve walks in with a girl behind him. "Bucky, this is Wanda. Wanda, Bucky" I shake her hand and give her a smile. "The winter soldier." She says, in seems like a Russian accent. "Yes", I say while staring at the wooden floor. "Wanda lives in Washington, D.C. as well", Steve tells me, "what did you come over for Wanda? Oh yes, those papers. Be right back". He leaves the room, now it's just me and Wanda. "So, the scarlet witch, I've heard much about you. I heard about your happenings with the avenges. Played some mind games". She looks to the ground and blushes. "If I could go back I would had never done that to them. Ultron used me and my brother". As she talked about her brother, a frown came across her face. "I heard about your brother, I'm very sorry. It must be hard losing a sibling like that". I looked at her with sympathy, no one should have to endure that. "Yes, it is quite hard, I try to remember he is in a better place. With my parents." This girl has lost so much, yet she is so strong. Steve walks back into the room. "Here it is Wanda, every document I have on sokovia. It's not much but I hope it helps". She hugs him and heads towards the door. As she walks away she turns back and gives me little smile. I give a wave as she walks out the door to leave. "I'm gonna be gone for a bit Bucky, nothin dangerous so you don't have to worry." "Where are you going? I ask. "I can't tell you, wish I could but I can't." "Oh come on Steve, tell me." I beg. "It's classified I can't". "Atleast tell me who's going to be with you?". "Nat", he says. "Good, i know she'll take care of you". " I don't need to be taken care of, I'll be perfectly fine",he says defending himself. I can't help but chuckle a little. He can be such a little ass sometimes. I walk towards the door to leave, might ride around the city for a while. I haven't been here in a while, usually Steve visits me. "Hey Bucky?" "Yeah Stevie?". "This might be too much to ask but would you mind watching over Wanda while I'm gone? Just keep an eye on her make sure she's okay. She's been through alot and I think she might need a friend". I don't like getting close with people. "I'll check up on her every once in a while", I assure him. "Thank you Bucky", he smiles. "Okay Steve, I'll see you soon". "Bye buck, I'll see you when I get back". He closes the door and I make my way to my bike to roam the night streets of D.C.
