The Soldier and his Telepath

Romanian Chase

2 years later , Romania

The Soldier and I escaped HYDRA two years ago and were slowly piecing back together our memories. We decided that a good way to help would be by calling eachother by our names. Bucky and Amelia.  We had journals for which we wrote down our memories in , in fear of losing them again. Over our time away from the organization that ruined our lives we grew closer. Probably closer than we were back when we had our own lives. I had gotten a bunch of my memories back of him and how much I loved him. But I wasnt sure if he remembered  he loved me too.

"What are you thinking about , Doll ?" Bucky asked me. The two of us were laying on a grass hill with our hands behind our heads , just watching the clouds. It was spring time and Steve's allergies were really bad at the moment so it was just the two of us. We did promise my big brother to bring him home some strawberry ice cream though. It was his favorite

"Everything." I answer looking over at him.

"What do you mean ?" he asked , pulling that gorgeous half smile at me

"Like , why is the sky blue ?" I gesture to the sky above us before letting my hand fall to my side. "And why the clouds float to make different shapes and sizes. Why the grass is green or how the moon came to be ? Or how Steve is always sick and I'm some how as healthy as I'll ever be."

"Steve's a tough kid. He always bounce's back. He'll be fine." Bucky said taking my hand in his.

I looked over and gave him a soft smile. "Yeah , I guess you're right." I turn my attention back to the sky.

"Come on." he says standing up. "I should get you home soon and we still need to get Steve that ice cream you promised him."

A smile crossed my features as I laughed , taking his hand to help me up as we started our journey back.

Bucky had left for the Farmer's market about an hour ago. I leaned against the kitchen table as I wrote down my most previous memory. I gained a whole bunch back. I wrote down the ones of me before HYDRA and ignored the ones during.  I hummed a familiar tune from back in the day to block out the voices around me as I did so. I was pretty good at keeping them at bay , but every once in a while they seemed to slip through. I grabbed the last apple and took a bite from it.

The sound of the door clicking open caught my attention. I spun on my heel , expecting to see Bucky but instead I saw the man from the lake in D.C.  I looked him up and down as he stood there , staring at me.  "Amelia." he said my name happily and somewhat relieved.  I continued to eye him. I looked into his mind as his thoughts grew louder and louder. He was happy to see me. Glad that I'm alive but worried for what's to come.  "Do you remember me ? Or this ?" he held out a golden locket that spoke oh too much familiarity and importance from it.

I glanced behind him to see Bucky silently sneak in the door , holding a finger to his lips , mentioning for me to be quiet.  "I dont know who you are." I lied , stalling. He walked closer and picked up one of my old journals , opening it to reveal a picture of him inside.

"Understood." he spoke to no one in particular. I looked at him confused but then realized that he was probably speaking through someone in the comms.  I looked over at Bucky again and the man followed my eyeline. "Do you know me ?" he asked Bucky

"You're Steve." Bucky answered. "We read about you in the museum."  his eyes connected with mine.

"I know you're nervous , and you have plenty of reason to be." Steve said. I moved closer to the window. "But you're lying. Both of you." he looks between me and Bucky.