When Clint, Natasha, and Camille show up to Headquarters- the two older agents watch in fascination as the younger agent preps herself in the back on the quinjet before they can step out. There's neck stretches, shoulder rotations, and the mumbled, "Think murder, think murder, think murder, and walk!", just as the ramp finishes lowering and she strides off with determination.

Clint and Natasha's fascination then turn into audible snorts, the both of them watching as some agents actually scramble out of Camille's path- the two of them then following and hurrying to catch up.

All three agents are sent to separate rooms, each of them debriefing on their own. Camille's the last one out, tired and yawning, and gesturing over her shoulder when she's met with Clint and Natasha's stare. "I'm gonna grab a shower, change, and gather what little belongings I have here. Sound good?"

"S'fine," Clint waves her off. "We'll go raid the lunchroom. Want anything specific?"

"They won't have what I want here. Is it too much to ask if we can order in pizza and beer? Haven't had that in a while."

Natasha slowly smirks, shaking her head. "We'll order when we're at the tower. Go shower and we'll wait."

So Camille showers, changes into a grey tank top that flashes some skin on her belly with the words Dream on Dreamer on the front, long side seams that fall down passed her hips, and the racer back knotted. Her short, cut-off jean shorts are an even darker gray with zipper pockets, and she completes the look with gray converse. Then gathering what little personal nick-knacks and clothing she had stored at HQ, she heads out to meet up with Director Fury and her two friends.

When she spots them all on their lonesome, Camille allows herself to teasingly grin and Fury rolls his eyes. "You're a pain in my ass, Saunders. I hope you know what you're doing."

"Of course, Sir," she answers at the same time Clint mutters, "Some things never change."

xXx

Once they're tucked away in the privacy of the quinjet and getting comfortable before liftoff, Natasha wonders aloud how they're going to head in to the tower. Given how delicate Camille's mind is, they don't want the rest of the team throwing out question after question so they eventually decide on Clint and Natasha stepping out first to prep them for the shock of their life. And once they're in the air, Clint's huffing and puffing about how Cap's going to be pissed because he and Bucky were still hunting down HYDRA bases and they didn't get a chance to have a little fun with the one they'd found. Also, any intel they could have gotten their hands on was already in SHIELD's possession.

"Does the Winter Soldier mean anything to you guys?" Camille asks out of the blue, brows furrowed and gaze miles away even as Clint and Nat turn to stare at her. "Does he mean something to me?"

There a hesitant silence and then, "Why do you ask?" Natasha wonders.

Camille opens her mouth to speak, then closes it a moment later. Her head tilts as if she's trying to figure something out, her forehead creases, and her eyes crinkle as if a headache is setting in. "It's just- I'm not-" she huffs, groaning another second later as she presses the palms of her hands against her eye sockets before exhaling and looking up with a frown. "When I was gathering intel, I ran across hundreds of files on the Winter Soldier. Something about the man's picture prompted me to immediately download them for further investigation."

"The Winter Soldier- Bucky," Natasha clarifies slowly. "-is your friend. At one point, it could have been something more but- you-"

"I died and forgot my Avenger life."

Natasha blinks. Minutely gulps. And then nods. "Exactly."

A small blush colors Camille's cheeks seconds later and Natasha narrows her gaze, the blush being very interesting to the assassin. Even more so is the way Camille's eyes widen when she notices Natasha's scrutiny and averts her gaze as quickly as possible.

"Oh, man," Clint snorts, oblivious to what's going on. "Cap's gonna hound the Director until they hand over those files."

"The Director doesn't have them."

Clint jerks in his seat, his head turning as much as possible to peer over his shoulder. "What do you mean he doesn't have them?"

And shrugging, Camille leans forward in her seat only to reach a hand behind her and pulls a small USB stick from her back pocket. "We're family, no? Something about this man made me download every little detail about him. And since we're going home, I felt it right that this stick go with me."

Silence..

And the Clint's laughing a full belly laugh and Natasha's grinning proudly. "Aw, hell," Hawkeye chuckles. "If the boys didn't see you as family, I'm pretty sure Steve would kiss you. But now that I'm thinking about it, Barnes will probably shove his tongue down your throat once he gets his shit together."

That damn blush makes it's appearance once more and Natasha's grin widens into something along the lines of Chesire-y. And when Camille catches the grin, she grumbles obscenities beneath her breath and shoves the USB back in her pocket for safekeeping.

xXx

Just as they're a few minutes away from Stark tower, Natasha makes the call to Steve and has him assemble an emergency team meeting- a meeting which needs to include Pepper. Camille can hear Natasha arguing with the Captain- she telling him that it's nothing dangerous but.. well, he'd just have to wait and see. She hangs up and turns off her phone in order to co-pilot the jet.

And then when the jet is finally landing, Clint calls back to warn her that the whole team is crowded atop the roof- surrounding the landing pad. Natasha unbuckles herself first, telling Camille to stay put while they prepare everyone for her appearance. She tells the shifter they'll do their best to thwart all questions but if they can't, then Camille's to shift and fly to the next building's rooftop until the team understands to not overwhelm her with memories she can't remember.

Camille tersely nods, unbuckling herself from her seat but stays put. Her right knee bounces anxiously and then all too soon, Clint's joining Nat at the back of the jet and waiting for the ramp to lower so they can make their exit.

Voices can be heard all at once, numerous demands to know what's going on, and then Clint's whistling sharply to make everyone shut up. She can hear Natasha relaying the events of Sokovia though she doesn't use Camille's name, she can hear Natasha say to not ask questions immediately, and then Clint's calling out, "Hey, kid, come say hello!"

The rooftop falls silent and Camille braces herself for all possible reactions these people will have at her sudden appearance. Though she doesn't specifically remember her time with any of them, she does remember when Fury told her that these people saw her as family. So she takes a deep breath and exhales loudly, stands to her feet and walks slowly towards the top of the ramp. Hesitantly and cautiously, she walks down and her gaze immediately falls to her feet when she hears the gasps, obscene exclamations, and a choked back sob.

"Camille?"

Gaze snapping up, Camille watches as a woman in a white pant suit stumbles forward, tears slipping down her face and a hand covering her mouth in shock. The shifter offers a shaky grin and her thumbs hook in the front pockets of her shorts. The woman in the pant suit shakily reaches up with a hand, intent to possibly check if Camille's real but then an agonized grunt and roar makes them freeze.

Heart beating frantically, Camille lets herself be pulled back by a strong grip on her bicep while Natasha reaches for Pepper. Glancing to her right, she sees Clint dragging her back towards jet but she digs her heels into the ground when her attention whirls to the sight of a man in a purple button down and a white lab coat growing and turning green.

"Camille, get in the jet. Now!" Clint shouts.

But Clint goes unheard as pieces of a metal suit appear from out of nowhere, clinging and assembling around who she guesses is Iron Man. There's a blonde man with ridiculous muscles and a shirt that appears to be the wrong size- but who cares when there's a giant green man roaring- who's torn between glancing at the green man and her, and then there's a man with a metal arm though he looks quite different now than what Camille's seen from pictures.

The green man- the Hulk, her brain supplies- starts pounding fists atop the rooftop. He's spitting mad, growling at the assembled group until his gaze lands on Camille. And was it her or are his eyes suspiciously glossy? Sad, maybe. Possibly hopeful but definitely watery. "Kitty?"

The metal armed man, the man with too short hair now- the Winter Soldier- stares frantically between the Hulk and Camille, and then he's reaching into the back waistband of his jeans to pull free a gun. Something pulls at the back of Camille's mind, brow furrowing and gut clenching. The Soldier pulls the attention on himself and the Hulk roars once more but this time, he's even angrier since the Soldier is pointing a weapon at him.

One meaty green fist swipes at the Soldier in warning and the Soldier's grip on the gun tightens. For a split second, it feels like Camille's heart has stopped beating and then she's shouting, "NO!"

Ripping free from Barton's grasp, Camille's feet are carrying her forward and her form's shifting without much thought. A lioness lands between the now startled Hulk and Winter Soldier, ears flat against her head and mouth opening wide in a hissing growl while a large paw of sharp claws swipes out in warning at the Hulk.

The rooftop's occupants go deadly silent, and a moment later the Hulk huffs and shakes his head in fond exasperation.

"Uh," Iron Man suddenly says. "Deja vu, anyone?"

The lioness slowly lets the tension drain from her feline form, images of the Hulk, a ruined lab, and an elder agent who looks suspiciously like agent Coulson- only blurrier- flashes before her eyes.

The whole team watches as the lioness seems to stumble, her head shaking as if trying to rid it of some unwanted flying gnats. The lioness then stumbles some more before collapsing, and Clint and Natasha rush to her side.

"Camille?!"

Convulsing, the lioness immediately shifts back into to Camille's human form. Her eyes are rolled into the back of her head, and Clint and Natasha are pulling the shifter onto her side and her pinning her arms down.

"What the fuck's going on?!" Bucky snarls. His grip goes slack on his weapon before it falls at his feet, and he hovers over the kneeling agents.

"It's why we asked you don't ask questions right away," Natasha frantically tells him while Clint leaves to hesitantly approach the Hulk and ask for Bruce to come back out. "Her- her memories aren't there anymore," Natasha tells them. "If her brain is overwhelmed with memories, she seizes."

"And you didn't think we ought to know before you dropped this bomb on us?!" Now Stark is snarling, angrily glaring at Natasha.

"It was supposed to be okay- supposed to be fine," she frowns.

Camille's convulsions suddenly stop and then a bare-chested Bruce is standing over them. "Get her down to medical. We'll take a look at her."

And before anyone else can attempt to pick up the unconscious girl, Steve pushes everyone out of the way- including Bucky- and scoops Camille up as tears silently fall from his eyes.

xXx

When laid out on a bed, Bruce immediately sets to work on hooking up wires and sticky pads to Camille's head. A pulse monitor gets clipped onto her finger and then Bruce is scurrying about the bedside with a pen flashlight and looking at her pupil's reaction.

Surprisingly, Bruce lets everyone stay in the room, and Clint and Steve work on gathering chairs to sit opposite of Camille's bed and out of Bruce's way. Once settled, Natasha tells them everything starting from when Clint got the tip off about HYDRA up until them finding Camille tossing bombs around the base and cursing Fury to the high heavens for sticking her out there.

Bucky shakes with anger when he finds out that HYDRA tried recruiting the shifter but everyone's damn proud to learn that Camille turned them down, and took them out one by one until burning the place down when she found an out from the partial underground facility.

Two hours later and Camille's finally waking, groaning and cursing the bright lights. Monitors start beeping like crazy and Bruce is immediately at her side, having JARVIS lower the brightness of the overhead lights.

"Camille, can you tell me what day it is?" Bruce asks, apologizing briefly before checking Camille's pupil dilation with the penlight once again.

"Hell if I know, B. S'been a long day. Or it had," she mumbles, eyes fluttering and missing the shocked expression of Bruce at having been called B. That was something she used to call him long ago. "How long have I been out?"

"Couple hours," he tells her, clearing his throat and getting himself under control. "Do you remember what happened before you blacked out?"

"Mhmm," she hums. Head lolling to the side, Camille finds Natasha standing there and staring worriedly. Her gaze travels further down towards the end of the bed she's obviously laying on, and she finds the face of every other Avenger, the woman in the white pant suit- Pepper!- and the Winter Soldier standing around anxiously. "'membered the lab exploding 'cause o'Tony," she then slurs. "And Coulson and the- the Big Guy. Y-you," Camille tiredly meets Bruce's gaze. "You called me Kitty then."

"I did," he chuckles and slowly grins.

Camille returns the grin and averts her gaze back to where the Captain is standing with his arms crossed over his chest. "Uh, Steve, yeah?" And Steve jerks to attention. "Did Tash give you my present?"

"Excuse me?"

"My present to you," she chuckles before groaning. Once the lingering headache subsides, Camille turns her face to Natasha. "D'you tell him about the intel?"

"Intel? What intel?" Steve strides closer to the bed as Natasha shakes her head.

"'Bout the Soldat," Camille mumbles and Bucky stiffens. She shifts over on her side and reaches weakly into her back pocket. Pulling free the USB, she holds it up victoriously. "I pulled this mainly for me," she admits and fights off the impending blush when she sees Natasha smirk in her peripheral. "But Clint said you'd appreciate it more."

Steve catches the USB stick when it's tossed to him, eyes wide as he stares at it and then at Camille. "T-thank you."

"No problem."

"Why?" The attention is on Bucky now, he stepping up to Steve's side. "Why'd you pull this intel? And what do you mean that you mainly pulled it for you?"

Camille watches Bucky- the way his stubbled jaw clenches every other second and the way the metal plates of his arm shift. He's staring at her, his stare hard but she doesn't detect any anger directed at her. "You were familiar," she shrugs. "I saw your picture in one of the files and the nerve endings in my brain starting firing off- trying to tell me that I knew you.. but I couldn't figure out how. It wasn't until I was in the quinjet that Natasha told me we were friends."

Bucky gulps.. and nods once. "We were." And then. "We are."

Camille smiles at him but the second a smirk tilts the corner of his lips, she has to avert her gaze or risk blushing like mad. Stupid feeling I don't completely understand yet, she mentally chastises herself.

Steve and Bucky quickly give the excuse of checking out what Camille's brought back for them but not before thanking her and welcoming her back, and Clint, too, takes his leave after cracking a joke about rejoining the realm of the living.

Bruce is back to monitoring the screens around Camille's bed, and then Tony and Pepper are taking the vacated spot. Tony keeps gaping every now and then, his facial expressions ticking from one emotion to another, and Pepper's barely holding herself together.

The shifter doesn't flinch or deny Pepper when the woman reaches to grasp her hand but when they make skin contact, Camille zones out. Nothing hurts this time as images flash in Camille's mind, but she can't exactly keep up with what her brain is trying to tell her. Instead, she feels rather than sees the way this tower was once her sanctuary- the way these people treated her as one of their own.

And when Camille makes eye contact with Pepper, the shifter fills with such emotion and recognition for the blonde woman standing over her that she can't help but let tears well and fall. "So will it totally be weird if I sometimes slip and call you mom?"

Pepper bursts then, chest heaving with sobs as she leans down to scoop Camille into a hug. "Oh, honey, welcome home. Welcome home," she murmurs over and over.

Through the next several weeks, Camille's granted to do as she wishes around the tower. She's given a completely new room and wardrobe as to not interfere with her memory and cause future seizures, and forgotten personal items such as photo albums and sketch pads have become permanent fixtures on the Communal Floor's bookshelf for when she was missed and they needed something of Camille's to look through.

Tony and Pepper take Camille's memory loss the hardest- Bruce trying anything and everything in his power to find a way around the seizures so Camille can have her life back. But the shifter just shakes her head, smiles sadly, and asks to be left alone. As long as no one bombards her with her past, she's fine. Apparently, their faces and her surroundings are enough to keep her a mind abuzz, tidbits of information about the people and places around slowly coming back to her without sending her into convulsions.

So for weeks, Camille goes where her feet carry her and often finds herself either in the communal kitchen, the gym to spar with Natasha, Steve, and sometimes Bucky or in the labs. Apparently, she isn't as sneaky as she thought and Tony immediately granted her access when she was spotted lingering outside the glass doors or his and Bruce's lab.

There are times when she watches Tony and Bruce work that her hands itch to draw. But she can't remember the last time she actually held a pencil or a sketchbook and often finds herself stealing one of Bruce's erasable markers to draw on the glass walls around the lab when no one pays her any attention. At least, she didn't think they were paying attention and only realizes they were when on one of her visits, Camille finds a basket of erasable markers on the table she usually sits at with a note that says Go crazy!

Other times when Camille finds herself in the kitchen with a sweet tooth, she picks through the pantry for ingredients of something that she felt she wanted but never put the ingredients together, and walks away with a craving she doesn't understand. And then finally, Steve catches her during a lunch break when he's cooking and shoves a cook book in her hands. Camille stares at it in confusion, the handwriting on the cover obviously belonging to her, and it isn't until she looks through the recipes that she finds what she's craving.

Lemon bars.

Lemon bars that have Tony immediately rushing to the kitchen with a manic look in his eyes and practically bouncing on the tips of his toes until Camille hesitantly pushes a small plate of the tart sweets towards him with amusement dancing in her own eyes.

And then there's the Winter Soldier or Bucky Barnes as everyone calls him now.. unless, of course, they were headed out on a mission. Bucky Barnes who could literally charm any woman out of their panties back in the day- and probably some men out of their boxers or whatever, there was absolutely no judgement whatsoever- and who could possibly still charm men and women out of their undergarments if he smirked just the right way.

Like now, for example, to which Camille mentally groans and averts her gaze as Clint and Steve snicker around her. The smarmy bastard knows the effect he has on her and takes pleasure in seeing the blush staining Camille's cheeks every time they're in the same room. Hell, everyone takes pleasure in Camille's sudden and obvious crush on the man with hair styled like he once wore back in the day.

I'm really going to miss that man-bun, her mind whispers one night.

Tony, Steve, Bucky, and Natasha are in Stark's pent house at the very top of the tower, watching as Camille works her magic with a line of Stark laptops at her disposal. When they learned of her newly acquired hacking abilities- thanks HYDRA- and her knowledge of information that SHIELD had and didn't have, Tony begged to see her in action to see what she could copy from SHIELD HQ without them knowing.

Camille's in her zone, typing codes and dropping spyware here and there in SHIELD and HYDRA servers she managed to find after an hour or so of searching. The gathered team members are watching over her shoulder and taking notes on her determination to work for them, and Tony's working from a tablet while occasionally letting out a grunt of triumph or asking how she gets around some fancy secured firewalls.

The sky outside darkens ominously but no one pays it any mind, and then one particularly loud clap of thunder and bright flash of lightning has Camille yelping and jumping up from her stool.

Bucky's the only one on immediate alert- everyone else used to this sort of reaction from her- and he's the only whose gaze is sweeping their surroundings for threats even after Camille calms her beating heart long enough to tell him that she'd forgotten she was terrified of thunderstorms. And when everyone then stares confusedly at her, she shrugs and tells them being underground in Sokovia kept her away from any storms they had to endure.

"Sir, I believe Sir Odinson and a guest has arrived."

"Huh?" Tony finally looks up from his tablet, he being the only one who wasn't effected by the thunder or Camille's yelp. All gazes then swivel to the landing pad that's within viewing range from the room, and sure enough, there stands Thor with a tiny yet curvy brunette wearing a maroon beanie atop her head in his grasp that's slapping at his chest and yelling. "Oh, uh, tell them to come in."

Tony goes back to his tablet but Camille's left to stare out the bank of windows, head tilting as if trying to place the duo as the God of Thunder stares back at her in disbelief. The curvy brunette finally stops her slap-fest, her gaze then turning to see what's captured the mighty blonde's attention. The brunette's knees then seem to buckle when she catches sight of Camille but the God- Thor!- grasps her bicep to hold her upright.

Silence passes and then the duo outside are rushing for the nearest door to permit them inside the tower.

"Camille!" The brunette shouts, startling the mutant shifter until she's stumbling back. Hitting a solid wall of muscle with wide eyes staring at the stranger, Camille's expression of fear and confusion finally makes the the brunette realize that something's up. "Camille..?" her voice cracks.

Hands come down on Camille's shoulders to pull her more firmly against a chest, and when Camille finally glances up and over her shoulder, she finds Bucky glaring at the beanie wearing female.

"Lady Camille," Thor breathes in awe, beaming happily before his smile falls and gives way to confusion. "You.. live?"

"Uh huh," Tony hums, setting down his tablet finally and looking up. "Where the hell have you been, Point Break? Cam's been back for weeks."

"But.. I do not understand," he frowns in confusion.

"Camille..?" the brunette tries again, eyes now red-rimmed. As she steps forward, Bucky practically growls in warning and she freezes. Looking to the others for an answer, the brunette sniffles. "What's going on?"

"I'd like to know as well," Thor says. "Heimdall spoke of knowing of Lady Camille's.. situation, but he mentioned t'was not the right time then to seek her out. As I tended to my duties as future King, Heimdall kept watch. It was only today I found out about everything. I am sorry for not coming sooner."

Camille's glancing between the two newcomers, confusion setting in as well as a new headache. Though when her brow furrows and she winces in pain, Steve steps in. "Buck, take Camille back to the kitchen and pull together something to eat. Thor, Darcy.. you two might wanna take a seat. It's kind of a long story."

Hurt flashes across the brunette's features as the tears finally fall, and Camille has to look away while letting Bucky pull her along into the kitchen. She cringes the moment she overhears Steve telling Thor and the girl- Darcy!- about her memory loss, and the girl outright sobs.

Bucky's then there reaching for one of her hands to squeeze in comfort, and her chest feels tight as she overhears Darcy ask, "So she doesn't remember us? Our relationship?"

"I'm sorry," Steve tells her and Camille cringes again as Darcy cries, and Thor soothes his friend.

Bucky and Camille pull together a bunch of sandwiches and drinks as Steve and Natasha warn them about not bombarding her with questions, and when Bucky motions for Camille to head out first back to the group, she sadly shakes her head. "I'm gonna.. go," she murmurs.

"Why?"

"I- I obviously meant something to her and I don't wanna hurt her anymore with my presence. Did you see her? She looked like I kicked her puppy. I don't wanna be a puppy kicker!"

"You meant something to all of us, doll," Bucky murmurs back, fighting off a grin. "If we can deal, so can she."

Camille falls silent and then groans, nose scrunching in annoyance. "If I make her cry again, Barnes, I'm kicking your ass."

"If you say so, sweetheart," he chuckles.

Bucky Barnes is not jealous. Nope. Not at all.

Annoyed, however.. most definitely.

Much to the Sergeant's annoyance, Thor and Darcy end up staying for a week after they called up one Dr. Foster to fill her in on what was going on. Darcy had been another person who took Camille's memory loss the hardest but was willing to go by Bruce's orders of not pestering the shifter about her past with any of them. So instead, the curvy brunette had managed bond with Camille all over again by making a playlist, of all things, on a laptop one day while in the communal kitchen.

A small part of him was telling him he was being irrational- that he no right to feel what he felt towards the brunette but he couldn't help it. Camille could have been his at one point before that cluster fuck of a night where she died in Natasha's arm, but now Darcy was back and was not being so secretive about their past relationship that had ended just weeks before Camille had passed.

Since then, Bucky had then managed to always interrupt their time together when on the communal floor, glaring at Darcy when the flirty smiles came out or innuendos started flying. But then Natasha showed up one day out of the blue, whispered something into Darcy's ear which then had Darcy smirking knowingly in his direction.

Annoyed. Yeah, he was definitely annoyed with Darcy's presence by now.

xXx

On Darcy's last day at the tower, Bucky steps off the elevator to find the brunette making sure Camille understands that she has to listen to certain songs in order on her playlist or else she'd throw the whole vibe of jammin' off. He falls back to let the girls talk, but keeps an eye on them from just around the corner.

It's not his fault that the flirty grins and smirks that Darcy shoots Camille make his stomach churn with slight anger/annoyance. Or that his chest aches when Camille returns said grins. But the fact that Camille doesn't blush when Darcy makes innuendos give him a small spark of hope so nothing ever becomes of said anger or.. okay, so fine. He was jealous.

Camille laughs and Bucky's attention is brought back to the blonde whose back is to him, she nodding along to whatever else Darcy is saying and shoving a tupperware container full of baked goods into Darcy's hands. "Sure, D. I won't skip around."

Darcy smirks, her gaze darts down to Camille's lips, and Bucky tenses. Red painted lips move but Bucky pays no attention to the words, and instead watches as those same red lips curve into a smirk. One hand comes up to cup Camille's cheek and guides the blonde's lips to those devious red ones.

Bucky breathes in sharply, part of him wanting to break the girls apart and the other part wanting to see how this plays out. Surprisingly, Camille sinks into Darcy's embrace as hands grip for purchase and a little piece of Bucky slumps in defeat.

And then.. "Anything?" Darcy rasps, catching her breath as she pulls away.

"Uh, no." Camille laughs and shakes her head. "But definitely 10 out of 10; would recommend to a friend."

Darcy laughs, too, and takes another step back. "Only recommend if it's Steve or Clint."

"Gross. I don't- no," Camille laughs some more. "You're on your own trying to get into their pants."

"Shame." Darcy chuckles as she reaches up to push Camille's hair behind her ear, and Bucky's back to scowling at their interaction. The brunette's listening as Camille goes on about keeping in touch via Skype, texting, and through the mail- because yes!, mailing odd nick-knacks to each other seems like fun- when Darcy's gaze flickers up and catches sight of Barnes. That damn smirk is slowly making yet another appearance as she assesses him, and then she's cutting off Camille mid-sentence. "Mhm. Yeah. Will do. And you, young lady, you need to make a move on your guy before he dies of old age."

"I- wait, what?!" Camille squeaks.

Bucky tenses- though for a very different reason this time- and is suddenly very interested in what Darcy now has to say. There's a mischievous glint in Darcy's eyes and huh.. maybe the brunette isn't so bad after all.

"You heard me," Darcy winks. "Make your move on Barnes already!" And yeah, he definitely likes this girl now. "Remember when- oh shit, of course you don't," she snorts. "But, uh, yeah. When we were together, you were definitely crushing' on Captain America's bestie." Camille groans in what he guesses is embarrassment, her head falling forward into her lifted palms but Darcy doesn't relent. And this one time- this is the only time Bucky will allow Darcy to continue plying her friend with memories. "You used to blab all the time how Tall, Dark, and Broody never spent more than five minutes in the room with you, but it seems that all he was waiting for was for you to be single."

"But then I-"

"Yep." Darcy's smirk falters but then she's shrugging it off. "But fret not, babe, he's totally still into you. You just have to open your eyes. And if you two hit it off romantically and sexually, I totally call dibs on the third in your first threesome."

Camille bursts into laughter, straightening up moments later as her hands rub down her face. "Oh my god." Darcy meets Bucky's gaze over Camille's shoulder once again as the blonde continues to giggle, and then Darcy's waggling her eyebrows at him while grinning before quickly looking back to Camille when the laughter subsides. "Don't- don't say shit like that, Darce. JARVIS can hear you."

"JARVIS isn't the only one," Darcy then mutters but Camille catches it.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"You said-"

"I didn't-"

"Darcy!"

"What?!"

"What did-"

"Oh, hey, Barnes! I didn't see you there." the brunette deflects and Camille freezes. "How long have-"

"Hello, Lewis," Bucky finally greets, stepping further into the room. Camille finally turns, cheeks flaming pink and Bucky's lip twitch into a slow grin. "Camille."

"Well, would you look at that," Darcy chuckles nervously. "I should really go find Thor. We really need to be leaving now."

"Bye, Lewis," Bucky then says, gaze stuck on Camille as she glares at her friend and hissing, "Traitorous bitch!"

Darcy leaves them and disappears into the elevator, her laughter being heard until the doors slide shut, and then it's only Camille and Bucky.

Shifting from foot to foot nervously, Camille lightly chews on her bottom lip. "So.. you heard, didn't you?"

"Mhm." Bucky confirms and she groans yet again. "But then again, I'm not too keen on sharing. So I'm afraid Lewis is outta luck."

"Oh.. my.. fuck."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, doll," Bucky drawls. He steps even closer, reaching below Camille's chin with his flesh hand and tilting her face upward so she'll look him in the eye. "We're all adults here, Camille. Crushes are nothing to be ashamed of.. or threesomes."

"Stoppp," she blushes even redder, laughing now and stepping back to put just a little bit of space between them. Seriously, was he trying to kill her?!

Bucky chuckles along with her now, smiling easily and some of the awkwardness dissipates. An easy silence falls over them and Bucky decides to just go for it. "You know your ex is right, right?" he asks, hands sliding into the front pockets of his jeans.

"Huh?"

"That I'm still into you."

"Oh." And then.. "Oh!"

"So if you're willing to see where things go between us, I'm definitely on board."

Camille's eyes are wide, darting back and forth between Bucky's heated yet playful gaze and his lips. "I- yeah.. yes. But-"

"But what?" Bucky steps closer once more.

"Won't it be weird?" she asks, letting Bucky reach for her hands. "I'm not who I once was. Sure some of my memories are coming back but there's no telling if I'll ever get them all back."

"And that's fine," Bucky assures her. "We'll take it one day at a time." Camille offers him a fond smile, nodding along in agreement. And from where he's lightly holding onto her hands, Bucky hesitantly lifts his metal hand to cup her cheek. Thumb brushing lightly along her bottom lip, he smirks when her pupils flare in reaction. "I've been waiting a long time to do this, sweetheart."

"Yeah? Then what are you wai-"

Bucky's lips lower to hers slowly, lips molding perfectly together as he angles his head to the right and Camille sighs happily into the kiss.

A part of Camille's soul seems to shift then- a piece she felt at odds with since she'd been brought back to life and told her of absent memories- and she feels at peace. 'Cause no matter what happens now, she's home. Camille Saunders- agent of SHIELD, ex Avenger who's most likely to become an Avenger again- is finally home.

End.

Woo. You're lucky I wrote this much. Seriously, I was totally going to kill Camille. She was going to be dead-dead. But then I wanted a little bit more of Darcy/Camille and then Camille/Bucky so this was born. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!