You have to remember me (stevebucky fic)

Chapter Two

Two large figures stood repeatedly hitting and kicking at a smaller figure laying limp on the ground. The air was thick and misty. Barely anything was recognisable further than a metre away. One turned, after hearing Bucky approach, and stared at him before turning back, continuing to kick into the kids ribs. Faint sobs wailed through the air reassuring him that the kid was still alive.

'Hey, quit beating that kid.' Bucky echoed down the allyway. 'HEY' he yelled louder. Both the figures stopped to look at Bucky. They exchanged looks and gave him an intimidating stare. One wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, giving the other a sturn nod before they both bolted into a sprint towards bucky. Within seconds Bucky had tackled one to the ground after punching the air out of the other's chest, who was now aching with his hands pressed to his lungs. The man struggled to fight back with bucky's weight supported on all of his limbs.

Eventually, the figure strained and squirmed from under Bucky and ran leaving his friend behind. Bucky stood giving the other a glare, his eyes squinting and his arms stretched out from his sides almost inviting him to fight him some more. The man slowly stumbled to his feet, rejected the offer and followed the path his friend ran away from.

A small boy with shaggy blonde hair, short arms and legs, layed still. His eyes wide and alert, filled with shock. His face was smeared with blood and dirt. He flinched after seeing Bucky appear into his sight of vison.

'Don't no more please' the small boy strained out through his heavy breathing.

'Im not gonna hurt you alright. You can trust me.' Bucky leaned handing out his hand for Steve to take. 'James Buchanan Barnes but you can call me Bucky'

Young steve hesitated staring at his hand before taking it. Bucky smiled sincerely, his eyes urging him to take his hand. He evntually brought Steve to his feet and dusted him off, still with a warm smile on his face.

'Steve. Steve Rogers'

"Captain!" A deep voice ripped through the air knocking Steve out of his day dream. He staggered slightly against the wall he was leaning on. His arms unraveling from his chest and settled by his sides. All eyes in the room were on him. "Captain are you able to continue?" Agent Hill asked, seated near

"Yes-Yes...continue"

He barely remembered how he got from his room down to the base yet alone remembered what the conversation over 20 agents, including agent Romanov, are discussing.

"Like i was saying" Nick Fury roared before dabbling over information to keep the agents up to date of the situation they're facing.

"Cap, you alright?" agent Romanov asked magically appearing at his side. She was suited up into her thick leather gear with gun pouches and numerous gadgets attached to virtually every part of her body.

"Why are you geared up?" He half whispered crinkling his eye brow.

"Why are you?" She twitched her lips into a smile. Steve looked down to find that he also was suited up. He looked down at his chest before looking back ahead of him. His blank expression and vacant eyes caused natasha to scold at him. She let out a long breath.

"You didnt get any sleep at all last night?"

"No. I didn't"

She gave him a heavy sigh before turning her attention back to the conference.

"That serum you took doesn't strengthen your ability to stay up on endless nights."

"Yeah well... it wasn't intentional." Steves husky voice came to a stop when Nick gave him a fierce glare.