Stuck On You { A Stucky story }

1 ~I want you~

_I'd suggest listening to this song on repeat throughout this chapter, especially towards the end_

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Ten words is all it takes to make him forget the one he once loved.

The glass fogged up once met with the warm air in the form of human life, and a large hand slowly swiped across the cool container in a familiar motion, one that has been done every day for a year. Slowly the owner of the hand presses a forehead against the case holding his best friend in suspension, blonde hair a little longer than it had once been and a strand falling in front of his once perfect face, now holding dull blue eyes with dark circles beneath them.

Steve had never thought the decision of his friend would've hurt him like this. He never imagined wanting to talk to his buddy so bad. He'd thought all of that had gone out the window once he'd awoken from the ice himself, some odd three, almost four years prior.

T'Challa had explained that he and his team of scientists had been working to remove the weird form of hypnotism that had been placed on Bucky so that those ten words would no longer affect him and just that day, he'd told Steve that they'd successfully rid the man of the hypnotism.

Steve was left wondering why it had taken them so long just to clear Bucky's mind. It shouldn't have taken them an entire year just to make his Bucky the way he used to be. Or at least closer to the way he used to be. But then Steve thought about the torture Bucky probably went under, and how much it must have shaped him, and he no longer wondered why it took them so long, but rather why it hadn't taken them longer.

He'd turned rather pessimistic, completely certain that tomorrow, when they finally unfreeze his best friend, something was bound to go wrong.

Steve turned his gaze upwards, removing his forehead from the glass so he can look at Bucky's face. The pale eyelids drawn shut like the curtains in a house, shutting away all the horrors that hide behind so that everybody else thought there was nothing wrong. His dark brown hung around his face, tangled and framing the scruffy jawline he sported.

"He'll remember you, Steve." A voice assured from behind the superhero, mirroring the blonde male's questioning thoughts. It always seemed like Natasha knew what Steve was thinking and she always knew how to make him feel better. But lately it'd been an impossible feat to make Steve smile.

"I'm not so sure about that." His voice cracked on the last word and he sighed, forcefully pulling his gaze away from the male, frozen in time in front of him. "I mean... It's not like they can just bring back all his memories after everything Hydra did to him." He grumbled, fists clenching at the thought of how badly Hydra had hurt Bucky.

Natasha was silent for a moment before she approached the glass case and pressed a hand against it, wiping away some more fog that had settled on it. She watched Bucky for a while, just studying him, before finally looking at Steve.

"I know it hurts, Steve. I know you just got him back. But this was the first decision he got to make on his own in seventy years. He deserves to be free. And he gets out tomorrow, remember?" Natasha placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked down.

There was a silence before Steve nodded. "You're right. I just... It's hard knowing that when he comes back to, he'll be out of it and he may not even know who I am again. He finally started to remember me, Nat." The blonde breathed and glanced towards Bucky.

"But think, maybe he will remember you. Maybe you two can... Fondue." She wiggled her eyebrows.

Steve groaned. "I didn't tell you about that just so you can tease me. There was so much wrong with that sentence. For one, he won't remember me, and for two, we won't... Fondue. We're friends." The superhero sighed.