A/N: Sorry for the hold up, I've been really busy and I still am really busy. But here's the next chapter. I'm not having much inspiration right now, so I an going to be putting this fic on Hiatus probably until July. Don't worry, I'll finish it, I just need the summer feels to inspire me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or the memory Nat has towards the end (that's from a comic).

The next morning Bucky woke up and went to take a shower. He turned the water on to warm up after wrapping his arm and getting undressed.

About fifteen minutes later, Natasha woke up, but Bucky had finished and turned the shower off, so she didn't know he was up.

Looking to take a shower herself after the humid, sweaty night, she exited her room to go to the bathroom. Just as she was about to grab the doorknob, Bucky opened the door to come out.

Natasha's eyes went (unintentionally) wide as she took in the sight of Bucky only clothed with a towel wrapped around his waist. He lifted his eyebrows as if prompting her to say something.

"I…uh…was gonna take a shower…" She stammered. He had caught her off guard. She hated being caught off guard.

"Can you let me out?" Bucky asked cocking an eyebrow in a way that made Natasha's innards turn to mush.

"Oh, sorry, yeah." She said stepping out of the way.

Bucky walked into his room smirking and shut the door behind had noticed Natasha checking him out and, oddly enough, he didn't mind even though he knew she was a different person now. She was a 'good guy' and he was a 'bad guy'… or was he? He hadn't killed anybody recently. He was attempting to be civil, that had to count for something. He was still smirking as he got dressed.

Natasha got ready for her shower, all the while mentally kicking herself. She just stood there and gawked like a stupid school girl with a crush.

She was reminded of another time, back in Russia, where she had encountered Barnes in a similar situation. He was in the shower rooms and she was trying to sneak up on him. He grabbed her and she had screamed. "Trying to sneak up on me?" He had said. "You're not that good yet, Natalia." She felt the cold touch of his metallic arm on her back. "Speak in English, I need the practice." She had said… Then in a typical flirtatious James way, he had said "well then… let's practice…"

She shook her head in the steamy bathroom. She was in Maine, not Russia. She was Natasha, not Natalia. And she was most certainly not in love with the Winter Soldier.

A/N: Please review! and I'll see you guys in July after the Hiatus!