A/N: Hi c: Anyways, I just watched The Winter soldier again and I thought of something. And you'll find out what I'm thinking as you read. And if you still don't know what I'm thinking, and if you still haven't caught on, I'll just tell you at the end of the chapter.

Enjoy.

He found him.

He found Bucky.

It wasn't that hard. All he had to do was search a few countries, fight a few people and have Sam complain every now and then about not find him.

Okay, maybe it was a little hard. But Bucky was worth it.

Now, after God knows how long, Steve was home, with Bucky, beaten and bloody (long story. But that's for later). Steve was carrying him (He wasn't all to heavy) because he was too tired and weak. And he didn't give a slight protest, which meant something, right?

Well, even if it didn't Steve still took it up. He -almost has his best friend back. And there's nothing Steve wants most.

Steve gently set Bucky down on his couch and brushed his hair out of his eyes. He fell asleep on the way up to Steve's apartment. Steve watched for a bit (that's not creepy, right? Even if it was, Steve did it anyways. He knew Bucky did the same when they were kids. but that was to make sure he was okay.). Steve was tired himself, but he had to get himself and Bucky clean. Which meant he had to wake him up, something he didn't want to do. Bucky looked peaceful. Like he hasn't has sleep in weeks -which he's sure he hasn't had.

Steve just sighed and shook his head.

"Bucky," He whispered, shaking the sleeping man's shoulder gently, "Buck."

Bucky mumbled something intelligible before shifting to hid side, facing Steve and resumed sleeping.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Always was hard waking you up," He muttered, but tried again.

"Bucky," He said a bit louder, shaking him a tab harder. Not much.

"Wha...?" Bucky muttered, slowly peeling his eyes open and looking at Steve lazily.

Steve smiled, "C'mom soldier, need to get cleaned up and then you can go back to sleep, seem like a fair deal?"

Bucky closed his eyes and nodded tiredly, not protesting.

Steve smiles and places his hands under his armpits and hauled him to sit up, making Bucky groan.

"I got you," Steve whispered, wrapping an arm around Bucky's waist and helping him up.

They stumbled into the bathroom and Bucky plopped on the toilet seat with a huff.

"'M tired Stevie," He mumbled, leaning again the taller man.

Steve froze. He called him Stevie. Which was a good sign. He was remembering. He wanted to hug him and cry.

He looked down at him and smiled, ruffling his hair instead, "I know you are buddy. But gotta get ya cleaned up first."

Bucky nodded and lifted his head to look up at him, "Missed you."

Steve wanted to cry, "I missed you too Buck."

Bucky gave a small smile.

"Alright sergeant, up and cloths off." Steve said, tapping Bucky's back.

Bucky huffed and sat up, and began to pull off his clothing. Soon, he was standing this in just his boxers, with a sleepy look.

Steve cleared his throat, "Alright, it won't take long, just wipe off the dirt, and then we're good, alright?"

Bucky nodded and swayed a bit so Steve thought it'd be best he set Bucky back on the toilet.

"C'mon Bucky, easy," Steve said, sitting him down.

Steve then turned on the tap and waited for it to become warm. Once it was warm (Not too cold and not too hot) he took a sponge he had in the tun and drenched it in the water.

"Ready Bucky?" Steve whispered.

Bucky nodded and moaned once the warm liquid touched his skin. He hasn't felt anything (Besides Steve) in a while. Just cold torture.

Steve smiled a bit and wiped down all the dirt on Bucky's face before going down to his collarbones and then his chest.

As he was wiping off Bucky's left side of his chest, Bucky spoke up in a quiet voice.

"Steve?"

Steve didn't stop what he was doing and hummed.

Bucky took that as a que to continue, "I remember. Bits and pieces, but I remember you being the scrawny kid who never gave up on a fight."

Steve nodded, "Mhm, that was me."

"But," Bucky hesitated for a moment, "But in that plane...you gave up. You said you weren't going to fight me. You dropped your shield and just let me..." He choked on the lump that formed in his throat, "You let me..."

"Hey," Steve said, stopping this time and looking up before placing a hand on Bucky's cheek, "Hey none of that. Okay? None." Steve resumed what he was doing and continued talking, "And I stopped because it was you Buck. It was, but it wasn't. I knew you were still in there and I didn't want to hurt you."

Bucky grabbed Steve's wrists, making him stop. Steve looked up with a puzzled look on his face and seconds later he felt a pair of lips on his, making him moan in surprise before kissing back.

Bucky placed his hand (the human one) on Steve's side and the metal one on the back of his neck.

Steve's hands buried on Bucky's (ridiculously long) hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Bucky moaned and wrapped his arm fully around Steve's waist and pulled him closer.

Steve still had his Captain America suit on, which was unpleasing to Bucky.

Steve took no notice and ran his tongue along Bucky's bottom lip, asking, wanting.

Bucky did nothing but allowed. He opened his mouth and held back a whimper as Steve's tongue mapped out every inch of him.

Bucky tilted his head to the side, their noses bumping and pulled Steve even closer, if possible (with Steve and Bucky, anything's possible).

A few moments later, Bucky pulled away, -arm still wrapped around Steve's waist- needing air and stared at Steve, panting. His lips red, shiny, and swollen.

Steve was no different. But neither of them minded.

"I missed you," Bucky whispered, placing his forehead on Steve's.

Steve closed his eyes. He missed him too. So much. But the words were stuck in his throat. He has him back. Fully. Well, they still need to work on a few memories, but he remembers enough. For now.

They pulled away and shared a quick peck before Steve finished washing off Bucky.

"Alright, you're all good. We'll was your hair in the morning. I need to get cleaned up and make a quick call. The bedroom is the next door over. Go back to sleep and I'll be there soon, yeah?" Steve said, grabbing Bucky's hand and playing with his fingers.

Bucky giggled a tad and nodded, pulling his hands out of Steve's before standing.

Steve stood alone before pulling him in an almost bone crushing hug.

"I love you," Steve whispered in Bucky's ear.

"I love you too," Bucky said, "Till the end of the line."

Steve held on tighter as Bucky nuzzled his face in the taller man's shoulder.

They finally pulled away and Steve gave Bucky a ling kiss before letting him walk out of the bathroom. He sighed began to strip, wanting to hurt and get clean.

Once he was done, he had his boxers on and threw his uniform (along with Bucky's) in the dirty hamper. He'd have to carefully clean them tomorrow.

He then went to the kitchen, grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Said a sleepy voice.

Steve chuckled, "Did I wake you Sam?"

Sam yawned, "Yeah kind of did. When a guy goes looking for a person for a few months and constantly on the move with Captain America, they're gonna get tired."

Steve scoffed, "You're the one who offered to come along," He defended.

"Yeah yeah," Sam muttered, "Anyways, how's he doing?"

Steve looked behind him at his closed bedroom door before turning back around, "Good. He remembers the basics. Still working on it though."

"You think he'll remember more?" Sam asked.

Steve shrugged, though he knew Sam couldn't see him, "He got this far, right? No reason to try and push a little more."

"Yeah well, don't push too hard Steve," Sam said knowingly.

"I know, I know. He's my best friend. I've known him my whole life. He's been protecting me for who knows how long and now it's my turn to protect him." Steve said, smiling.

"You must really care about him," Steve can hear the smile in Same's voice.

"I do," Steve sighed.

Sam chuckled, "Okay lover boy, I'm beat, and I'm sure you and Bucky are too. Have a nice night."

Steve smirked, "Night Sam."

Then the line went dead.

Steve clicked the red button on the phone before setting it down on the counter and walking back to his room.

He slowly, quietly, opened the door, expecting Bucky to be asleep. But he wasn't. He was wondering around the room, looking at thing, inspecting them.

"Hey," Steve said softly.

Bucky spun around and smiled once he saw Steve, "Hi."

"Ready for bed?" Steve asked, walking to the bed.

Bbucky nodded and walked to the same destination and waited for Steve to pull down the covers. Once he'd done that, he crawled in with Steve and laid on his side, facing Steve.

"Hi," Steve whispered again.

Bucky chuckled, "Hello."

Steve smiled, "I love you, you know that?"

Bucky smiled but tears welled in his eyes. Steve noticed and quickly pulled him closer, "Hey, shh, what's wrong?" He said quietly.

"How-how can you forgive me so easily?" Bucky sobbed in his chest, holding onto Steve tightly.

Steve's left arm wrapped around Bucky's waist, pulling him closer and his left one running through his hair.

"Because it wasn't you," He whispered, "It wasn't. It was The Winter Soldier."

"But," Bucky pulled away and looked at him metal arm. "It was."

Steve followed his eyes and felt his heart clench. He grabbed his metal arm and brought it to his lips, kissing the cool metal gently.

"I love you, alright?" Steve said, staring into Bucky's eyes, "I love you so much. And when you were done, it's like you took a part of me with you. Everyday I thought about how I could have saved you. I should have saved you. But I didn't. And now, now I have you back and that's all I want. I love you. I love you. I love you Buck. Metal arm or not."

Bucky broke into tears again and hugged Steve even tighter, "I love you," He kept chanting.

Steve held onto him tightly, "I love you too."

Bucky pulled away and wiped his eyes.

"Better?" Steve whispered, brushing the hair out of Bucky's eyes for the second time that night.

Bucky nodded and cuddled up to Steve's chest, head resting on his firm chest, right arm thrown over his belly. Steve placed his right arm under Bucky's shoulders and came around to run through his hair and his left hand placed on top of Bucky's before lacing them together.

"Ready to sleep?" Steve asked.

Bucky nodded and cuddled closer, throwing a leg over Steve's.

Steve kissed his head, "I love you Buck."

"I love you too Stevie." Bucky whispered.

The two fell into a peaceful sleep. No nightmares, but nice, calming dreams.

Okay so if you hadn't caught on, what I realized was that Steve was the man who never gave up in a fight. Even when he was a scrawny punk. But, when he went against Bucky, he stopped. He didn't fight back. He didn't want to hurt Bucky.

I told my cousin this and she threatened to hurt me when she visits cx

Anyways, I can always make a sequel, like a "Morning after" kind of thing? Tell me and I will ^-^

Till next time!