Save Me, Steve. // Captain America

Prologue- Bucky

"Bucky" The voice whispers.

"Bucky" The voice says again, louder this time and dragging me out from the darkness that seemed so warm and comforting a few seconds ago.

"Bucky can you hear me?" The deep, raspy voice murmurs, the underlying urgency beneath his soothing tone makes my skin crawl.

"Bucky if you can hear me, please give me a sign, any kind of sign that you can; I'm begging you." His voice shakes nervously.

With a huge amount of wasted effort, I open my eyelids, blinking rapidly as a harsh white light blinds me for a few seconds until it finally fades away, allowing me to see the hospital bed I was strapped to- wait, what the fuck?

Hospital bed? Why the fuck am I in a fucking hospital bed?

I scan the room until I see a large man sitting by my bedside, tightly gripping my left hand. "Bucky?" He says, his voice hoarse from disuse.

I look down and see a thick plastic tube protruding from the back of my bruised hand. I rip it out, and a loud beeping sound tears through the silent room and attacks my eardrums.

I groan and try to lift myself up into a sitting position, but this guy apparently disagrees with this as he grasps my shoulders and pushes me back down onto the crisp hospital pillows. "No Bucky, you have to lie down."

"Alright mother, get your fucking hands off of me! Who the fuck do you think you are? Touch me again and I'll break your fucking arms."

He recoils, holding his hands up as he backs down into his chair. He puts his hands on his lap and stares at the ground as I glare at him, breathing heavily. After a few seconds he sighs, and I suck in a short breath as his eyes flick up to mine.

I know those eyes. Those fucking icy blue eyes.

"You here to kill me?" I say, eyeing up the scalpel on the medical tray by the foot of my bed, a plan forming in my head. If I could break free of these restraints on my legs then I could-

"What? Bucky, no! Of course not!" He looks shocked, jumping to his feet.

"Take one fucking step closer, I dare you!" I threaten, and he freezes before slowly sitting back down.

"Do you know who I am, Bucky?" He says gently. I shake my head and his face falls. "I'm Steve, Steve-"

"I don't know any Steve." I sigh, closing my eyes and resting my head back on the pillow.

"Yes you do, Bucky. It's me, Steve Rogers. We-"

"I don't fucking know you! Alright? And my name's not fucking Bucky!" I yell at him and he flinches. I stare angrily into his eyes and he nods after a few seconds.

"Do you know who you are?" He murmurs, looking down.

I pause, taken aback. Who the fuck am I?

I shake my head slightly, and he frowns.

"But more importantly," Steve mumbles, faltering again but this time he looks like he's trying to psyche himself up for some life-threatening task, "More importantly, do you know who you were?"

I don't shake my head this time, but he already knows my answer.