Steve needed a day to himself, so she had the day to go over all the information she had gotten in Romania. The box had been under her bed since the morning after she arrived, and in risk of Steve walking in on her reading it she hadn't touched it since. She sat on her bed, with the files spread around her and the pages scattered everywhere. In her lap was a tattered old book, a roll of sellotape and all of the photos she found. The book had been given to her by Coulson not long after she arrived- he knew she wasn't much of a writer so it was big enough to stick in photos and write small captions for them all. The first photo in there was of her and Coulson, the day he had given her the book. She had moved all of her photos of the twins into the book, along with a few of her family, and the Avengers. She was about to stick in the last photo, it was the ice cream one, but decided against it. Mor tucked it into her pocket before closing the book and placing it gently on her bedroom floor.

~~~

She plugged a USB stick into her laptop, the HYDRA symbol printed on it. It took a few minutes to break through the heavy encryption, and as soon as she was in she half-wished she wasn't. Torture videos. They recorded every time they made him scream, every time they made him cry. The videos dated back to 1945, the year he supposedly died. There was only one with her in it. 3rd November 2007. She scrolled passed the video, not needing to watch it to hear the screams. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it. Even seven years later it still plagued her nightmares. Her hand closed around his dog tags, the metal cold in her hand. She curled herself in a tight ball, feeling hot tears stream down her face. Mor could almost hear what Bucky would say. "Don't cry, сестра. Everything is going to be okay. I'm here, I've got you." 

~~~

Around lunch time she left her room, eyes red and puffy. There was nothing in their cupboards, at least nothing that she actually wanted. She could have just ordered take away, but she knew she needed the fresh air. She left the apartment, head low so no one would see the state she was in. She was about ten minutes away from her apartment when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. She looked up, surprised to see the man Steve was with a few days ago stood next to her, "You okay?"

She nodded, "I'll be fine."

The man nodded, "You wanna talk about it? It might help. My name is Sam Wilson, by the way." She already knew that, of course.

"Morrigan Barton, more commonly known as Katana." There was a brief silence, "What do you do when your brother figure is an old best friend of your only friend, who's supposed to be dead, only you know he's not but haven't told your friend because you promised your brother you wouldn't but it's killing you inside not telling your friend?"

Sam whistled, "That is...wow. I would say keep your promise, unless it becomes something that your friend needs to know."

She looked over at him, "Thanks Sam, if you ever need anything- legal or not- give me a call."

~~~

It was dark by the time she returned home, and ran into Steve on the way in. He smiled at her, "Hey."

She opened the door for them, "Hi. You okay?"

The super soldier nodded, "Yeah. What do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking pizza."

She grinned at him, "Takeaway? Or homemade?"

He wrinkled his nose, "We could make it, I guess. I'll check if we have all the right ingredients." Steve's home cooking was amazing, it was just a shame they were usually home too late to cook.