The Kind You Save (Winter Soldier x Reader)

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"I'm sorry, I'm just... confused..." He said, voice full of guilt. 

"About what?" You were eager to break the silence. 

"The memories, I see them but I don't... feel them... It's like they aren't mine." 

"Well, Tony has a theory on that. He thinks that your arm has something to do with it, if you would just let him take a look," you asked, eyeing his expression. 

He just sat there looking down at the counter for a minute, thinking over the idea.

"Alright."

That was easy.

It took a few moments for Tony to get ready, but when he was Bucky had already been sitting in the steel chair. He almost seemed eager to find out about his arm as well, he may have also had a suspicion that it was more than a replacement. As Bucky sat on the chair, looking at the ground, Tony inspected an area that opened near the shoulder.

"Tell me if this feels weird..." He instructed as he moved something within the arm.

Bucky winched, yanking his arm back.

"Well, that's not good," Tony said in a low tone.

"What?" Steve asked, in a panicked tone.

Tony leaned back allowing you all to have a look inside the metal appendage.

"These little vials here, they seem to be pumping something into his central nervous system... And they can't be removed," He said.

"Why not?" Bucky asked in a firm tone. 

"Because, tin man, you're body has grown addicted to them, they have fused with your body structure and if I were to remove them..." 

"I die."

"More or less... But, I can try to replace them. I just need a few samples to recognize the formulas," Tony responded.

It was tricky to get the samples out, because every other attempt to extract the formula caused Bucky to winch or clench his fists. When Bucky was patched back up, he looked less than relieved.

"How long?" Bucky asked.

"I'm not sure, a while," Tony responded, not looking up from his microscope.

"Well, we will just have to wait then." Steve said, leading you and Bucky out of the room.

"Thank you, (y/n). You have been more than enough help. If you ever need us just give us a call," Steve said as you got out of the black truck.

"It goes directly to Jarvis, and he'll get it to us, for you know... secret reasons," Sam said, from out of the side window.

"Thank you guys for letting me help. I hope we can meet again with you saving the world and all," you said, standing on the sidewalk.

"We'll keep an eye out for you..." They said as the van sped off.

You let out a sigh, there was no way you were going to see them again. They were superheroes saving the world, you were just someone that was just trying to get by. You laughed as you thought of yourself being the next Captain America, the girl from Brooklyn turned hero. That would be interesting. You would have stayed longer at the Avengers tower, but you didn't want to overstay your welcome and you thought they had everything under control. You made it up to your apartment, remembering the face Steve gave you as they dropped you off. It was like he expected you to live in a nicer neighborhood, or he thought it was too dangerous for a young 'gal' like yourself. You giggled at the idea. Turning the key to your apartment, you opened the door to your dark living room. When you walked inside, something felt off... Something wasn't right. Maybe it was the man standing in your living room. The one with the knife.