~ 10 hours later in Columbus, OH ~
Clear blue sky, bright green grass plains on either side, not another soul to be found. The drive to Columbus had given Steve time to think: too much time. He'd gone over all of the possible outcomes of his arrival in Ohio in his head, and there were more bad than there were good.
"What if he still doesn't remember me? What if he thinks I'm someone else entirely? Someone bad? What if he tries to kill me again? What if I can't even find him? He's probably not even in Ohio anymore. If he ever was."
Steve enters the city, his nerves reaching a peak as he parks the car along a random street. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tilting his head back to lean on the headrest. His chest feels tight, as if someone were sitting on him, crippling his breathing abilities. Anxiousness still eating away at him, Steve gets out of his car and starts walking. He looks for newspapers, magazines, even eavesdrops on random pedestrians to get any extra information about Bucky's status. He finds a newspaper stand on a street corner and filters through the articles. Nothing about-
"Steve?"
Steve freezes mid-thought and drops the newspaper he's holding. He would know that voice anywhere. But it couldn't be him. He can't even remember Steve- can he?
Steve slowly turns around to see who called his name, although he feels like he already knows who.
"Bucky?"
Bucky starts walking towards him. His pace quickens with every step. Is it really him?
"How did you- where did you- when did you-"
Before Steve can even attempt to finish his sentence, Bucky has embraced him.
"I remember."
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Fanfiction*None of these characters are my creation. They belong to the creators of the Captain America movies.* After the horrors of their last meeting, Steve sets off to find his disaster of a companion, Bucky, and set him straight. Although his memories ha...
