It’s been six months post blip, after your father, Tony Stark, snapped his fingers with the infinity stones, saving the universe. Bucky has been pardoned for his past, and is now on the road to recovery.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he studies the never-ending list of names in his notebook. His eyes linger on the name ‘Stark’. Tony’s dead, and he’s too fearful to converse with Pepper. She is a scary woman. So, his final option is you. He remembers you clearly. You were there when Zemo revealed the Winter Soldier assassinated your grandparents. You were a teenager back then, thus you’d be a young woman.

Currently, you’re residing in your cabin. Ever since you returned from being vanished, you’ve struggled to grieve with your father’s death, isolating yourself from everyone.

Of course, Bucky managed to track you down. He’s secretly been keeping an eye on you for months, making sure you’re okay despite never actually showing his presence. The sunset casts as he sneaks into your cabin, assuming you’d slam the door in his face if he knocked. He carries his boots, as to not make a sound, and perches them on the wooden floors by the kitchen archway and leans against the countertop.

You embark into kitchen for a drink, only to pause when you see Bucky. He smiles gently, giving you a small wave. For some reason, he’s not as nervous as he is with you than with the others when making amends.

“You know… you should really lock your doors.” Bucky says.