The Broken Soliders

Part thirteen

Bucky

Time skip because you've all seen Civil War:

I didn't know who had her, but I had to assume it was something to do with HYDRA. It was always HYDRA.

I told Steve and Sam as much a few weeks later, after they'd found me. But of course, Stark had to get in the way of us finding her. I needed to find her.

After Steve completely beat the shit out of Stark, we limped away from him and from that god-awful place (where Tony found out The Winter Soldier(s) killed his parents). We needed to find the Zemo guy, and we needed to force him to tell us where Y/n was.

We didn't have to look far. She found us.

She was all geared up in her old Winter Soldier outfit. She was staring at us with her sword raised. At first, I was relieved. Steve and I stopped. We were both exhausted.

"Y/n?" I called.

Then she ran at us. She swung her sword forward and almost hit Steve in the stomach. Luckily, I was able to catch the blade with my metal arm. She let go of the blade, grabbing a dagger and swinging it at my face. I caught her wrist with my other hand, holding her close to me.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I yelled. "Y/n! It's me!"

She ducked down fast and swung me over her head and onto my back. Then she bounced back up and punched Steve in the jaw.

I grabbed her leg and pulled, causing her to faceplant on the ground. I jumped on to her, pulling her onto her back so she was facing me. I was straddling her, trying to look deep into her eyes. "Hey, Y/n," I said softly. "Come on, Doll. It's me. It's Bucky. Please." I knew she'd remember, because that was how it worked. We remembered each other. Always. She just needed to realise who I was.

She seemed to falter for a moment, which was all I needed. I put my head down and pressed my lips softly to hers.

And then I felt something cold being pushed against my throat. I pulled away to see her holding a dagger there. She was starting to draw blood. "Never do that again," she said coldly.

"What?"

She moved so fast I couldn't react. She flipped us over so she was straddling me, the dagger still being held to my throat. Then Steve pushed her off, sending a blow to her nose.

"Tell her to stop!" someone yelled. It sounded like the king of Wakanda.

Nothing.

"Tell her to stop, or I'll rip your head off!" the king yelled again.

"Soldier!" came a reluctant voice. Zemo.

Y/n stopped fighting and looked at him.

He sighed. "Stop."

She did. She stood up straight and at attention.

"Let these men take you," Zemo instructed.

Y/n scowled, but obliged.

"Why doesn't she remember me?" I yelled, running at him. "What did you do to her?!"    Zemo shrugged. "I used a wiping machine Petrov designed specifically to remove her memories of you."

"You bastard!" I screamed, punching him square in the nose and hearing a sickening crack.

Zemo cried out, wincing in pain.

"Barnes," the king scolded. "That's enough."

Steve joined my side, holding Y/n's arm. "How do we make her remember?"

"You can't," Zemo shrugged. "Like always, her memories will start to return to her slowly."

"Will she ever remember me?" I asked quietly.

"Who knows?" Zemo stated.

I punched him again.