He Needs Saving Too

Part 12

You stood in the same room as an unconscious Bucky. You, Steve, and Sam had all decided that it was a good idea to but his arm in the contraption he was leaning against, just in case he wasn't quite himself. You sat yourself against the wall where you could see out the building but remain hidden. Steve stood at the doorway, making sure that there was no one around.

"Hey, Cap!" Sam called to Steve. You looked up at Bucky who was just starting to wake up. He groaned as he lifted his head. He looked over to you, then to his entrapped arm. He looked back over to you and you raised an eyebrow, trying to ask him if he was okay. He nodded his head slightly, confusion still apparent on his face.

Steve jogged into the room. "Steve." Bucky sighed.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asked sternly.

Bucky paused. "Your mom's name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes." he said with a laugh.

"Can't read that at a museum." Steve said with a smile.

"And just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" Sam asked.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked.

"Enough." Steve replied.

"I knew this would happen. Everything Hydra put inside me is still there."

"It wasn't your fault Bucky. You didn't have any control over the situation." you said.

"I know." he muttered.

"What did the doctor want?" Steve asked.

"I don't know." Bucky replied.

"The bombing, the set up. The doctor did all of that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know'." Steve pushed.

"He wanted to know about Siberia."

The blood drained from your face. You were the only one of that group that Hydra ever used. Although, you were the only one that didn't volunteer for the job and you weren't nearly as good as any of them. But Siberia was where you started. So to hear that the doctor wanted to know about it made you nervous.

"He wanted to know exactly where." Bucky finished.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"Because there's more." you choked. "There's more of us."

Steve and Sam began their own private conversation, so you shook off the shock and went to release Bucky's arm. You walked over to the wall where his backpack was sitting. You grabbed it and brought it over to him.

"I uh, managed to get a hold of this on my way out." you said and put it at his feet.

He smiled. "Thanks but, I don't need it anymore." he replied.

"Why not?" you asked, wondering why something that was important enough for him to have in a life-or-death situation didn't mean anything to him any more.

"You haven't seen what's inside, have you?" he asked.

You shook your head. He handed you the backpack and you unzipped the largest pocket. Dozens of notebooks slid around the inside of it. "Notebooks?" you asked as you picked one out. You quickly flipped through the pages and found them all empty. "Their empty." you remarked.

"Not all of them." he said.

"Then what's in them?" you asked, curious.

"Anything I could remember, even if I only read it at the museum." he answered.

You found a pamphlet amongst the notebook and pulled it out. It was advertising for the Captain America exhibit that they had at the Smithsonian two years ago. "So you didn't really remember anything in those past two years?"

"I didn't have any clear memories, but it was enough to know the basics of my past, which was basically everything they had on me at the Smithsonian." he said with a smile.

"Well, I'm glad you remember." you replied.

"I just feel bad that you still don't remember." he said softly.

"Well, I just think of it as there isn't really much of anything to remember. I mean who knows what my past was, if it was good or bad, if I had a family or not. I've accepted the fact that I might never remember and I've started building a new life with people that I love and they love me. And I hope that you could be a part of that life." you explained.

"I would like that." Bucky replied.