The teddy bear and the winter soldier (Bucky x reader)

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I was sitting on the bed talking to Bucky, when I heard the door slam open. A tall, blonde man came bursting through, heading my way. "Y/N!! You've finally returned!" Before I knew what was happening I was envelloped in a bone-crushing embrace. I awkwardly patted him on the back. "Uh.. Hi?" He let go of me, confused at my reaction. Tony, who was apparently my father walked in. "She doesn't remember anything Thor, give her some space." He stated. I looked up at Thor. It was obvious he was hurt, and for some reason I hated seeing him like that. "HYDRA wiped my memory, I'm sorry. I'm sure we were great friends before all this?" "You were my sister." He said sadly. "Really?" He looked nothing like me or my father. "No, not by blood of course but we were a lot like family." He stumbled over his words.
A voice spoke up. "Mr. Stark, there is someone at the door for you. Should I send them in?" I looked around and there was no one. "What the-" "That's FRIDAY. She's an A.I. that I designed to run the place. FRIDAY, send them on in and tell 'em I'm on my way." My father said, leaving the lab.
Bruce came walking in with a clipboard in his hand. "Is it okay if I run some tests now?" He asked. I hesitantly nodded.

"Alright, a while ago your father developed a device that can access repressed memories. I don't know specifically which memories it'll show you, but I figured we can at least try to bring back some. Do you think you can handle it?" I looked at Bucky. "I don't know.. I guess I'll try."
Bruce started putting the device on my head, attaching the wires to a computer. I nervously fidgeted with my fingers. I was scared I'd have to relive the bad things. Bucky grabbed my hands in his. "It'll be okay doll, I'm right here." He whispered. I nodded.
"You ready?" Bruce asked. "Ready as I'll ever be."
In the memory
I woke up in a dark room, hanging from the ceiling by my wrists, my feet barely touching the floor. A woman opened the heavy door, and took a sat in front of me. She said nothing, just started at me. After a few minutes I'd had enough. "Alright you bitch, what the hell do you want from me?!" I spat at her. She stood up, walking to a metal cart in the corner of the room. She opened up the drawer reveiling an entire collection of knives and other torture devices. "Oh shit.." I mumbled as she grabbed one of the medium-sized knives walked over to me. She smiled and thrusted the blade into my shoulder. "MOTHERF-" I was cut off by my own screaming as she started twisting it.

I was panting and yelling when I woke up from the memory. Bruce was hastily removing the device from my head as Bucky quickly took me in his arms to comfort me. I started crying. He held me close to him and stroked my back, kissing my hair. "It's okay sweetheart. It's over. I'm here now."