Winter Love || Bucky Barnes

2. Bucky?

I quickly put the pen down when I heard someone knocking on my door.
Steve came in with a confused expression on his face. "Morning, Con. How are you doing?"
"Pretty good. What is wrong with you, Steve? Did something happen? You can tell me."
He sighed, sat down next to me and took my hand tightly in his. Then he looked deep into my eyes. "I was on a mission with Natasha and we met someone."
My eyes widened. "You met someone? And who?" I was not exactly a patient person. That's why I couldn't stand Steve keeping me waiting so long.
"Steve. Please tell me. Who did you meet? Do I know the person?"
He nodded with a sad smile. "Yes, actually very good." He took a deep breath and said "We met Bucky."

My mouth fell open. "Bucky? My Bucky? James Buchanan Barnes?"
When he nodded again, my heart skipped a beat. That wasn't possible. It took me a while to find my words again. "James is dead. How can he..." My eyes filled with tears and I looked away to hide them. "Where is he? I have to see him. Immediately."
"He's gone again, Con."
"Why? Didn't he want to see me?"
"No." It stabbed me like a knife in the heart and now, I couldn't stop the tears. Steve quickly wiped them away and put his arm around me. "But not because you mean nothing to him. I know you have. More than anything else."
"Then why?"
"Because Bucky doesn't remember anything. He didn't recognize me anymore."
"But maybe he remembers me. I mean maybe there is something left. Maybe he..."
"Con!" he interrupted me with a compassionate look. "I'm sorry but that's not the case."
"You do not know that."
"I do!"
"I have to find him. He will remember me. Everything will be okay."
"Stop it, Con! He doesn't even know his own name anymore."
But I didn't want to hear that. I had to search for Bucky. He would remember me. He had to.