It had been two weeks since The Winter Soldier had left his mission, the super soldier, at the bank of the potomac river. This man was so familiar to him. He couldn't forget his face, It was burned into the winter soldier's mind.

With a puff of air, he fell against a wall, leaning heavily on it for support. He hadn't eaten in the time he was away. He hadn't slept much either, nightmares that made no sense kept waking him up. The weeks of exhaustion were finally taking their role.

His metal arm was hidden beneath the sleeve of a stolen sweatshirt, allowing him to almost blend in with the people around him. Not there were many out, the sun had set long ago and the only people on the street were hustling quickly from one building to another. The large man decided his best chance at answers would be with that man.

Struggling to think back before his last memory wipe, he remembered a name. Steve Rogers, the one who had followed him to the roof after he shot Nicholas Fury, leader of the organization S.H.I.E.L.D. His apartment location was still programed inside his head. Turning down the street, the soldier sighed heavily and began to walk in the direction of Steve's home. For whatever reason, he had the belief that Steve wouldn't kill him on sight. It was his best shot, for he couldn't keep wandering the streets of D.C. forever.

Steve groans softly, leaning against the wall of the elevator in his apartment building as it went up. He had lied to the doctors when he had said the shots in his stomach felt okay. Everytime he moved it felt like someone was stabbing him. His reason for lying about the pain was simple and selfish. Bucky. His best friend was still out there, confused and hurting. It was Steve's job to find him and bring him home. He smiled softly, remembering one of bucks sayings. "Friends dont leave friends to get beaten up in alleyways".

Steve pushed himself away from the wall of the elevator and stepped out as the doors opened. Ignoring the pain in his stomach, Steve walked up to his door and let himself in. Sighing, he pushed the door closed and turned the like on. He looked up and found a man standing in the middle of his room looking tired and malnourished.

The winter soldier stared at Steve as he entered the room. He knew him, he recognised the way he moved but he couldn't place how. "I know you." Bucky whispered. He stared at Steve, feeling his legs give out beneath him. After weeks of not eating and sleeping very little, he didn't have the energy to stay upright.

Steve just stared at the man before him. He was unable to move, completely shocked by the sight of his best friend. "Bucky," He whispered, unable to move. He saw Bucky collapse and he rushed forward to his friend.

"Hey there Buck." Steve reached out and carefully laid a hand on Bucky's shoulder. He peered carefully into his friends bruised eyes.

"Steve." Bucky whispered, giving into the weight on his eyelids.

Steve watched as Bucky's breathing panned out into a slow rhythm. He pulled Bucky against his chest and stood. Steve carried him into the bedroom, ignoring the stabbing pains in his stomach. Setting Bucky on the bed, he pulled a blanket over him and walked back into the living room. He fell onto the sofa and relaxed into the cushions. Steve figured it was best to give Bucky a little space for the night. He closed his eyes and drifted into a shallow sleep.

A strangled sob and a heavy thump jarred Steve awake. His snapped open, and he rolled rather ungracefully off the sofa. Throwing himself down the hall towards his bedroom. He stood at the door and saw that the sheets of his bed were tangled and lumped in one corner of the bed. Bucky, however was nowhere in sight.

Looking around the edge of his bed, he spotted Bucky curled on the floor, his shoulders shaking heavily. "Buck?" Steve whispered, kneeling next to the man before him. "Bucky what's wrong? Please, talk to me." He reached out and laid his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky weakly pushed himself away from Steve. He whispered something too quiet for steve to hear. He curled tighter around himself and continued to shake and sob.

"Bucky please, I only want to help you." Steve begged, moving closer to his friend.

The winter soldier whispered again, but this time steve could hear it. "Im not him!" He hissed out. "He fell of the train, but he's gone. I may look like him, but I'm not!" He continued to sob and shake.

Steve looked as his suffering friend on the floor. "I don't care who you think you are. You're hurting and lost and I just want to help you. Please, just let me."

The soldier didn't respond.

Steve sat down next to the man and placed a hand on his back and rubbed it soothingly. "Go to sleep bud. We can figure this out in the morning." Steve moved closer and pulled his friend's head into his lap. He stroked his friend's hair soothingly, eventually calming him into sleep.