Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

4. Bucky - Memories Part Two

A/N - Words in italics are memories!

"You know we have to, Steve."

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at Bucky in pain and pity, "We don't even know where to start, Buck."

"She's alive!" Bucky shouted, holding up the note and shaking it in his face, fuming. "Do you not want to even try to get her back?"

Steve held back his anger, knowing better than to start a shouting match with his friend. He sighed and gripped the table, shaking his head.

"You know I want to get her back, I'd do anything."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Steve shut his eyes, letting out another huff. He eventually made up his mind, staring back at his desperate friend.

"Where should we start?"

"Do you know who I am?" The man asked with a fake kind of kindness, which set of an immediate suspicion in your brain. Never trust someone who came off as kind – that was the first thing you were taught.

"No, sir," You replied in an even tone, no emotion in your voice. It had been that way for as long as you could remember.

"Please, call me Grant," he smiled, folding his arms and leaning back against the chair, examining you. You held eye contact, knowing the punishment that would be received if you showed any weakness or disobedience. This man clearly wasn't Pierce, but you had been informed that he was the new head of HYDRA, and you didn't expect anything less than Pierce's harshness.

"Amazing," he mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully and standing up from the chair, breaking eye contact. The guard behind him fidgeted, a flash of confusion going across his face.

"Sir?" he asked, to which Grant just shrugged.

"It's strange what they did to her, and Barnes," he said simply, pacing across the room. The name caused you to flinch, because it felt so familiar, but showing recognition to anything resulted in punishment. You would recognize the strangest things lately, because they hadn't been wiping your memory as often as before.

Grant continued talking; pulling you out of your thoughts so you would focus, "Twenty six years of her life, gone. Seventy years morphing her into the perfect weapon, aside from the Soldier of course, and yet she still flinches when she hears his name."

You froze, realizing he had seen you fidget when he said the name. He turned toward you, an eyebrow raised.

"You aren't going to try and deny it, Y/N?"

"No, sir. I'm responsible for my mistakes. I-I will take punishment as necessary."

He looked to the other guard, laughing in disbelief, "She's apologizing for remembering a name! Absolutely ridiculous. Now, this is not the way HYDRA will be any longer."

He turned toward you again, fake sympathy in his eyes, "I can't let you go, not now especially that I'm in charge. But I won't erase your memories any longer, no – the past is what defines us, what makes us shape our future for the better. You won't remember anything right away, but it will benefit you, I promise."

"Sir, all due respect," the guard shifted nervously, his eyes darting to you in fear, "But are you sure that's a good idea? She'll want revenge."

Grant didn't bat an eye as he grinned down at your confused expression, a glint in his eye, "Trust me, I know. She'll remove the bad seeds in HYDRA, and we can start fresh."