7 day (11th April): How CA:TWS have should ended.

Sorry it's late, I had a thing.

Staring at the memorial, the Winter Soldier felt a tug at the back of his brain as he narrowed his eyes at the man that looked like him but was not him.

He shook his head and looked down. It was the tenth time he had come back to the museum and he knew, logically, that needed to move on and sort out his head now that no longer had cryo freeze to do it for him, but the draw was too much. The possibility that he could be James Barnes of the Howling Commandos was tantalizing, intriguing- emotions he hadn't had for so long.

He needed to move on and soon.

The Winter Soldier moved slightly, the sensation of being watched suddenly coming over him. Carefully, he looked around, blinking when he realized who it was that was looking at him.

The captain had looked better, the faint lines of still healing wounds clear to the soldier's sharp eyes as was his uneasy breathing. He took a hesitant step forward.

The Winter Soldier sighed and jerked his head to the left, walking to a nearby bench, knowing that the captain- Rogers, Steven G. was following him.

He sat down and looked at Steve, waiting.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck and said, "This is honestly the last place I thought I'd find you."

A shrug was his only answer.

He pressed his lips together for a moment before starting, "Bucky-"

"Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, 32557, the only member of the Howling Commandos to give his life for his country. Captain America's oldest and best friend," he responded coldly.

Steve started, eyebrows rising in surprise. "Yeah," he said slowly. "That's right."

"If I am 'Bucky'," the Winter Soldier began. "Then you should know that I will never be him again."

"I don't believe that," he quickly said, sitting down beside him.

"Then you are a fool."

Steve opened his mouth to reply when the assassin sat up and looked to his right. He looked over as well and smiled when he saw the same little boy from a few weeks earlier.

The Winter Soldier sighed and raised his gloved finger to his mouth, silently warning the kid to be quiet.

The boy nodded and scurried away.

Steve smiled and gently bumped shoulders with the man sitting next to him. "I think there's hope for you yet, Bucky."

The Winter Soldier shook his head and stood. He didn't look back to see Steve watch him walk away.

(But then again, he didn't really need to.)

This probably could have been better, but I'm really tired, so here you go.

Anyways, this has been my contributions to StuckyWeek. I hope you enjoyed these drabbley things.