February 1944
"Bucky! Stacy! Hold on! Grab my hand!" Those were the last words she heard before they both fell. They're dead to everyone else, but to these monsters, their lives have just begun. Part of her wishes she had died; it would be much better than watching them torture her husband and acting like it doesn't bother her. It's been three weeks since their 'death,' and soon, they are being put in cryofreeze until the time of their first mission.
In Russian.
"It's been hours, can't we stop this?" She asked, feigning boredom.
"Don't tell me you've gone soft now. Over him? Maybe they were right. You did fall in love."
"No. Honestly, I don't care what you do to him, so long as it works. I want to stop this because I am hungry." At this point, Bucky had passed out from the pain.
"Fine, you can eat, but I need you to look in his mind. Tell me how much he remembers." Walking over to him, she raised her hands to his head and let the magic flow through them. She searched his mind looking for memories and finding none.
"He's gone. You can proceed to the next step."
"Excellent. You are dismissed. He will eat when we are done." She left with a nod, was taken back to her cell, and was served her dinner. Even from here, she could hear Bucky's screams.
She didn't even realize she had fallen asleep until she awoke to the sound of the cell door slamming shut. She lay there in silence until she was sure the guards were gone. Then, silently, she stood from her cot and walked over to the shared cell wall separating the two of them. He hadn't seen her yet.
"Hey," she whispered. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he grunted in response. "Who are you?"
"Anastasia, you can call me Ana if you'd like." It hurt her to know that he didn't remember her.
"Why are you speaking to me?"
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes," he said. His next words were barely above a whisper: "I don't know who I am. Do you?"
"I do, but I cannot tell you. For both our safety."
"Not even my name?"
"No, but they will give you a new one. It'll be more like a title than a name, but at least it'll be something."
"Did they give you yours?"
"No, my parents gave me my name. I have worked for people like this my entire life, so they trust me to remember."
"But I haven't?"
"No, you were good before."
"I'm not good?"
"No. And it's all my fault, I'm sorry."
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No Longer His (Bucky x OC) (2/2)
أدب الهواةSequel to 'His Doll'. When Stacy and Bucky are finally reunited, they are no longer the same people that they were in 1935. They didn't meet as Stacy and James. They met again as Anastasia and the Winter Soldier. After being reminded of their shor...
