A Stucky Story

Stucky part 3

Steve wished the jet could go faster. Every minute just felt like hours just going by. They were so close, but so far. Steve couldn't really think all that clearly, as much as he wanted to jump from the jet and find Bucky himself, he would probably get himself hurt in the process. Clint noticed he was on edge and put a hand on his tense shoulder.

"He'll be fine, he's been through this before." Said Clint. Steve sighed, he knew this was probably going end with Bucky being fearful of everyone again.

"Landing in two. We got four guards outside. I can take them. I can't read the thermal energy from the inside." Said Nat landing the plane.

"Friday, be a dear and tell us if soldier boy is in there," said Tony.

"There six energies on the inside sir, Sergeant Barnes is here but he is not well." She said. Steve would have discussed a plan, but getting Bucky out was above making plans.

"I'll set up medical," said Bruce. The rest of the team snuck in. A small gun fight ensued but they got through. They search all the rooms, nothing. Then there was an open space surrounded by jail cells. In the center, sat the chair. Steve cursed that thing to hell and back. He looked around, he saw someone laying in one of the cell floors. Steve broke the lock and was shocked to see it was his best friend.

Bucky was beaten badly. His back was covered in whiplashes. And Steve could tell that Bucky had been in the chair more than once. Steve took off his helmet and crouched behind Bucky.

"Buck, hey, are you okay?" Steve said softly. Bucky lifted his head to see who was talking. When he locked eyes with Steve, he didn't have any emotion or recognition.

"It's me, Steve. Remember, please remember me."

"Ww..ho a..rr.re you?" Steve's heart broke even more if it was possible. Steve put his shield on his back, he looked at the bruises on Bucky's face and body. Hydra was going to pay for this.

"Steve, we have to go." Said Clint.

"Www....who are ttt..hey?" Bucky asked weakly.

"We're your friends, we're going home now." Steve gathered him in his arms. Bucky kept staring at him then asked.

"W...what's a h...home?" Steve just wanted to cry. He just hoped Bucky would start to remember once he felt better. They got to the jet, Bruce started a bunch of fluids for him. Bruce gave him a sedative so he could finally rest.

"Was he talking when you found him?" Asked Bruce covering Bucky in a blanket.

"Yeah, he just kept asking who were we and what was a home?" Said Steve.

"Oh no,"

"No, Bruce don't think like that. Once he feels better he'll start to remember," Steve got Bucky's hand and cried softly. He had to remember him. Everyone, unfortunately, knew the outcome of this. The jet was quiet on the way home, expect for the occasional sniffing from Steve.

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Once they landed and got inside the compound, Bucky was separated from Steve so they could further evaluate him. It took everything in Steve, not to push them away. He sat by the medical labs doors and waited. Sam came by to give him some food, he didn't really eat much. He couldn't stop thinking about how he was the one on the other side of those doors fighting for his life, now it was Bucky and he felt completely useless.

Four agonising hours later, Bruce came out. He sighed at the sight of Steve asleep by the door.

"Steve, hey."