The Sun
He wakes up, a mixture of the dream and the built in soldier instinct of someone being in the tent.
It's quiet, though he hears someone trying to hold their breath.
"< You can come out. >" He says to the vase to his left, a small boy showing himself as he slowly rose up.
"< What's your name? >"
The boy giggles softly.
"< What? >" He asks, now sitting completely up.
"< You're saying it wrong. >"
He smiles, forgetting much of Wakandan language wasn't shared with HYDRA so it came mixed and diluted with local dialects.
"Why don't you show me."
The boy comes close, sitting on the floor. He pronounces it, small clicks between words that he was missing.
"< Like that. >" The boy smiles, infectiously spreading it to Bucky.
A small silence passes before the child, who has been looking up at Bucky, this strange white figure with long hair, with a mix of intrigue and fear. "< Sister Shuri says you need rest. Why? >"
He breathes in, looking down. "< I forgot who I was for a while. A friend of mine found me, brought me back to your King and Princess. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here. >"
The boy looks at him, trying to process. A few more moments. "< Why do you look like a wolf? >"
"< What do you mean? >"
He flicks Bucky's hair. "< Like this. >"
"< I'm too used to winters. >" He half jokes, the child looking at him.
The moonlight dawns on him. "< You should be in bed. >"
"< You can tell the time without looking at the sky, or a watch? >" He seems to touch his wrist, seeing the time somehow. He looks back at Bucky, his face puzzled. "< You really are a wolf. >" He giggles, leaving.
"< Hey! >" Bucky calls as the boy stops. "< What's your name? >"
"Nomlanga." He smiles, before leaving.
He chuckles softly to himself, another irony to add to his life. He knows his Wakandan is rusty but he thinks he remembers it. It means the sun.