Just another little one shot on the same track. ...no pun intended. ;)

There was almost nobody on the train and all three men were grateful for that. Outside the windows the day was grey. That, combined with the lull of the train, contributed a sense of peace. Sam and Steve were talking quietly, discussing what to do now that they had found Bucky. Where could they bring him where he wouldn't be volatile? Who would make him feel safe? Most importantly, who on Earth might be able to help him? Steve was most concerned about whether or not this was the right thing to do. Should they have just left him alone? Sam assured him it was right to go after Bucky. "Nobody can do this alone." he'd said.

Sometime after their conversation faded, Bucky spoke.

"I know you." he said from across the aisle.

Steve looked over with a faint smile. "It was a long time ago, Buck."

Silence followed again, as it had followed everything for the last two days.

"What's your name?" Steve asked after a little while. He wasn't sure why.

Bucky looked at him, his brow knit with confusion.

"What did they call you?" Steve clarified.

"The asset."

Steve nodded, keeping his feelings hidden. Bucky didn't need any added confusion.

"Well," Steve said with a kind smile. "We won't call you that."

Sam's eyes moved from one man to the other and back again.

"You're a friend now. Not an asset." Steve added.

He didn't really expect a response to that, and Bucky didn't say anything. He didn't object either.