You have to remember me (stevebucky fic)

Chapter Three

 For the first time in months Steve fell asleep soundlessly.  His red eyes, tired with bags and grays beneath it, fluttered shut after staring at the blank ceiling for several minutes. He saw himself standing under a doorway as if he was having a out of body experience. His face bare from any expression other than shock. His arms,torso and legs dressed in his original captain america uniform with a helmet propped on his head. Eventually the Steve within his dream knocked out of his daze and made swift strides forwards and past-through even, his subconscious self's body.

His body tickled and rippled as he watched the steve within the dream run through to the other side of him.The Steve in front of him stiffened by the side of a limp body, also dressed in uniform, strapped in a chair. Walking closer, he recognized Bucky delusional and muttering to himself and barely conscious. His face smothered with dirt and gunge that Steve presumed were just layers of sweat. The conversation exchanged between the steve within his dream and bucky was muted. He only saw the movement of lips, the panic aching in steves eyes. He saw Bucky's lips soundlessly repeat "Bucky" over and over waiting for a response. Bucky's eyes fluttered open and a smile stretched across his face. Relief washed over Steve's face, exactly how he remembered. "Steve" Bucky croaked. Steve.... Steve, Steve

"STEVE" Steves body jolts upright. Sam stands by the foot of his bed with his hands holding onto the post. His brow raised slightly waiting for a reply. "Steve?... you alright?" he asks as if he were talking to a frightened stray cat. Steve nods finally. He lowers his eyes to the clock beside the bed. 9:00am. He couldn't remember the last time he slept the whole way through the night and that both excited him and worried him. 

"It's really 9am already?" Steve asks. 

"Yeah, you do realize you snore like an old man" Sam changes the subject instantly "It's really distracting sharing the same wall with you." Sam shakes his head to himself. 

"Listen, that favour you asked the other day?" Sam said slowly circling around the room. 

"Favour?" 

"Yeah,the research into memory recovery therapy, that type of stuff?" 

"Right." Steve remembers.

"I found something" Sam hesitates,eyes beaming in excitement, giving Steve the opportunity to jump for joy who instead leans back on is arms. Sam frowns and continues. "Anyway, i found organization that specializes in that type of thing. They've had over 70% patients with positive results, all of which have now fully recovered from memory loss. I'm telling you this could work-"

"You're wasting your time" Sam jumps out of his own skin. A monotonic voice breaks into the conversation. Steve glaces towards the open door where Natasha stood with her arms crossed. She was dressed in black jeans that hugged her legs accompanied with a brown leathery jacket. "It's not going to work." she emphasized;a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"Jesus, do you always jump out on people like that?" Sam almost yells to her. She doesn't take notice

"What do you mean it's not going to work?" Steve interrupts.

"Does she always jump out on people like that?" Sam asks again but to Steve. His voice hushed. Steve barely acknowledges Sam's question. 

"The procedure wont work on the winter soldier-" 

"Bucky." Steve corrects. 

"Does ANYONE listen to me?" Sam half whispers to himself. 

"My point is. That company may be able to recover memories for ordinary amnesia patients but who's to say that what Hydra planted in the winter-um ...Bucky's mind is not destructible?" She steps closer and Steve notices the arrow shaped necklace she's always attached to, swinging by the chain around her throat. She unravels her arms and rests them by her side. Steve pushes himself up so his legs were by the edge of the bed.