Marvel/Actor Stories

Lost Memories Pt. 1 (S.R./B.B.)

You are rescued by the Avengers from a Hydra base. You have no memory of life before Hydra; and even that is very little. All you remember about yourself is your name. But one of the Avengers knows you.

Warnings: Lying(Not really revealed in this part though), memory loss.

Written from the point of view of Penelope; I needed a name and nicknames for this one. Not very long. The drama comes in the next part.

I heard the alarm blaring, and covered myself in fear. Loud noise was never a good thing here. I woke up about a month ago, and they have kept me locked in a cell with basically no interactions. They only promised to 'train me' when I had adjusted to being awake again - whatever that means.

But when the cell doors all opened I took my chance on getting the hell out. I stayed close to the wall as I crept down the hallway.

I rounded a corner and came face to face with a masked man in red white and blue. The main feature I noticed of his face was his eyes, they were big and blue as they stared at me in shock.

I threw my hands up. "I won't hurt anyone, please. I don't know where I am."

He dropped from his defensive stance "Oh my God.... Penelope. I can't believe it. You're alive?"

I stepped back, my eyebrows knitting together. I was thankful someone was here and not trying to hurt me, but I had no clue who he was. "I'm sorry.... who are you?"

He looked sad suddenly, like I some how hurt his feelings. "Penny.... what do you mean? You don't know who I am?"

"No. So, how do you know my name?"

He sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Because I know you. I grew up with you. We were best friends. I thought you had died... that after I went in the ice you had died. They said you were declared dead. You've been here this entire time?"

I tilted my head, my mind was racing but my only memories have been since I woke up here. So how the hell did this guy know me without me knowing him? "I've been here for a while, that's all I know. But I have no idea who you are." I said softly.


He took me back to their building, he called it a compound, and showed me a few things. He showed me some about the life he mentioned; we grew up together. We were friends, just as he had claimed. He offered to let me stay here with him, in my own room.


A couple days spending time with him was all it took to trigger a few memories. I started to feel like I could trust him. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Honest. Loyal. Tough. A true leader.

Before I knew it those few days turned into weeks, and then I had been hanging out with him nearly two months.

He asked me on a date, telling me he had cared for me since we were little kids but had been too scared to tell me. I agreed, feeling comfortable around him.

On our fourth date he kissed me. It was sweet, and he asked me to be his girl. But then a week later I started having more and more memories flashing.

After one rather romantic date, with candle lit dinner, slow dancing, and tender kisses, I had a rough night. All night my dreams were filled with what seemed like dates - but the guy was always faceless.

The only thing I knew for certain about it was it wasn't Steve.

I went to his room to find him. He was sitting on his couch reading. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

He smiled and kissed me softly for a second before saying, "You can always ask me anything, doll." God he is so sweet.

"I had more memories pop in my head last night while I was sleeping. Or at least what I think were memories. Can I tell you about them and you help me by telling me if it's true or not? Or maybe explain any missing pieces you know about?"

He nodded, "Of course, doll. Tell me everything."

So I explained to him the flashes that I remembered; dancing, dinners, holding hands, laughing, a carnival.

He took a deep breath, his body tensing slightly. The vibe was a little off. Shouldn't it be a good thing that I'm remembering more about my life before Hydra took me?

"I couldn't tell you. I mean, you were pretty popular with guys when we were younger. It was probably those dates popping up because of us." He sounded calmer than his body language said he was.

I pouted my lips, "There wasn't like one guy I was steady with to do all of those things with? He seemed to be the same guy during everything."

He shook his head, "No, doll. Nobody serious."

The next day he took me out on another date. We went ice skating. It was a lot of fun even though I was awful at it. I fell so many different times, but he was always there to catch me or help me up.

He laughed slightly as I pouted while we put our shoes back on. "You are something else, sweetheart."

I froze, hearing that nickname bounce around in my mind.

Only, it wasn't his voice calling me sweetheart; it was someone else. He saw my hesitation and looked panicked as he grabbed my hand. I looked up at him, "You okay, doll?"

I took a deep breath and nodded, "I'm fine. Just had one of those moments."

Over the next couple months I grew to love Steve. Even without having all my memories he felt familiar. There was a deep connection between us that I just couldn't really explain.

Suddenly shit hit the fan. Hydra was back... or rather his team noticed they were still around. There was a super soldier who had tried to kill him; one he said he knew. Someone else we grew up with that fell into the hands of Hydra.

"Bucky is alive."

My chest radiated at the name. Something sprung to life inside me that I couldn't place. So I looked up at him, "Do I know him? I swear I feel like he was someone I knew."

"A little, yeah. He was one of my friends too." Was the only answer he gave me.

I assumed this was because he was so mixed up about going through this a second time. Only this time the friend he found was a brain washed killer for the bad guys.


About two years later down the road we found him again. This time I wanted to meet him. So when Steve was going on the run with him to stop Zemo, I told him and Sam I was coming along.

I stood in the room, waiting for Steve to come back with Bucky. He had gotten so weird once I said I wanted to meet Bucky... or rather re-meet I guess. He kept going on about how he loves me and he's so crazy about me.

A presence in the doorway made me spin around. There stood a man, about Steve's height, long dark hair, steel blue eyes, very muscular.

I smiled at him, assuming this was the mystery man. His eyes went wide. "Hi, you must be Bucky. It's really nice to meet you... or I guess I should say see you again."

To be continued...