How many times can you save me?

Long way back: part 1

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I am so sorry it took me an eternity and a half to continue this. I finished with everything studying-related for now so I promise I'm gonna try and update more often than I did before. (At least for the next month or so). Enjoy :)

Steven Grant Rogers

Steve run down the only corridor that he found. Every couple of meters he would come across cells with people in them and rooms full of devices he'd never seen before. What he found horrible and scary at the same time was that every person he saw wasn't only dead, but looked. . .there were no words for it. What if when he found Bucky he was in the exact same condition? What if Bucky had suffered like those men? Steve shook his head. He had to concentrated finding him. He had to believe he was still alive and well.

As he neared the end of the hallway he saw a small man running out of a room like the ones he had passed. He was holding files and looked like he was in a hurry. The man turned around to face Steve and he immediately recognised him. Zola. Steve'd heard rumours about that doctor and his. . .work, but he'd never actually seen the man before. The doctor on the other hand seemed to have recognised Steve too as he sped up, running as fast as he could now.

Steve chased him but stopped out of the room when he heard something like a groan coming from the inside. Someone was still alive in there. He decided against pursuing the mad doctor and rushed in. He passed a bunch of shelves with jars filled with liquids he'd never seen before but as he moved deeper in the room the previous groan was now a bunch of incoherent words.

James Bucky Barnes

Someone was coming, probably the doctor again. He'd heard the footsteps. He was still kinda out of it but he was too stubborn to give the man the satisfaction of having broken him. Not yet. He wanted to die, he wanted to close his eyes and never open them again but that didn't mean that the scientist should know about it. As the footsteps became louder Bucky started mumbling his rank and serial number.

"Sergeant. . .325. . .57. . ."  He expected the doctor to correct him and say no my pet. You are Prisoner 56898. Instead of hearing that though he heard his name. Someone was calling him by his name? What the hell? He groaned as an old-new voice spoke again.

"Oh my God" he heard the voice say and someone ripped off the straps holding him in place.

When he somewhat focused his vision he saw Steve. Steve? It couldn't be him. The person in front of him looked exactly like Steve, only he was bigger, stronger and. . .in Austria? Steve was in Brooklyn wasn't he? He gathers all his energy and spoke "is that?"

"It's me. It's Steve" the figure in front of him answered

"Steve" Bucky exclaimed and asked at the same time. He couldn't be real. This was probably one of the drug's hallucinations. Steve was home, safe and most importantly 90 pounds, not 200.

"I thought you were dead" the man said, checking him to make sure he was okay.

"I thought you were smaller" Bucky looked in Steve's eyes searching for any indications that this was actually his Steve.

Steve helped him out of the table and put one of Bucky's arms around his shoulders to help him walk. This really was his Steve. "What happened to you?" Bucky asked trying to overcome the numbness.

"I joined the army" Steve rushed them out of the room and followed the direction the doctor had a couple of minutes ago.

"Did it hurt?" Bucky pulled his arm back and tried to walk on his own, stumbling at first