Two Assassins *A Winter Soldier Love Story*

Chapter Seven

"I got you some new clothes." I hand Bucky a couple of t-shirts and jeans, "Sorry, I don't really know what guys wear." I shrugged, he took the clothes and put them away. "We should try and find a way to trigger your memory, is there anything you can remember?" I ask. 

        "I can remember you... a-and screaming..." Bucky says, his eyes focused on the floors, or my shoes,  I couldn't tell. 

        "Well, that's not specific... maybe this will help." I pull out a picture of us at HYDRA, we were in a training room, both in a fighting stance and staring intently at each other. 

        "C'mon you slacker, hit me!" She shouts, Bucky throws a punch, but the Trinidad dodges it, kicking his legs and knocking him down, putting a foot to his chest. "You can do better than that! Again!" She moves her foot and helps him up, without realizing it, Bucky pulls on her arm and causes her to topple over, landing on the floor beside him. "Ok, that's better." She laughs. 

        "I do." He says, looking up in excitement, "We were training and I pulled you onto the ground."

        "Yes!" I exclaim, "That's it Bucky!" I clap him on the shoulder and take out a CD. "I downloaded some music from that era, maybe this will help." I pop the CD into the CD player and turn it on. "Does this sound familiar?" I ask. 

        "Yeah, I know this from somewhere...."

        "Thanks for agreeing to go dancin' with me Buck." A beautiful young woman wraps herself around Bucky's arm, its Trinidad. 

        "Thanks for letting me take ya gorgeous." Bucky says, moving his arm from her grasp and putting it around her waist. They walk up to the admissions booth, "Just the two of us." Bucky says, handing the man money and walking inside. They head straight for the dance floor, dancing along to Al Haig, Stan Getz Quartet - Indian Summer. He put's one hand around her waist and takes her hand with the other. The dance to the beat of the music, mixing in with the rest of the dancing crowd. The song changes to swing  and Bucky moves his hand from her waist and took both of her hands in his and danced along to the new tune that played. 

        "I remember... We were dancing... We were on a date?" Bucky says, looking up at me confused. I can feel heat rush to my cheeks and I nervously pick at my fingers. 

        "I... uh, didn't want to tell you until you got most of your memory back, I didn't want it to interfere..." I mumble. 

        "Were we dating?" He asks. 

        "I really don't think its important right now..." 

        "It is to me." He snaps. 

        "Alright, we were dating for a while, but that really isn't important right now." 

        "Well why not!" He snaps, standing up and glaring down at me. 

        "Because I wan't to focus on you getting your memory back!" I growl, he backs down and slowly sits. 

        "Well I think that is a pretty important memory." He argues. 

        "I wan't you to remember who you are, your feelings might have changed and I wan't to make sure you make the right choice." I argue back. 

        "I think I can make choices for myself." Bucky snaps again. 

        "Well I disagree, that's why I didn't want to tell you." Bucky looks at me, hurt. 

        "Why do you think that?" He asks. 

        "Because I couldn't make the right choices, or think straight when I first started getting back into the world, I made mistakes many times and I regret letting myself make my own choices while my judgement was clouded."

        "Well what if my judgement isn't clouded!"

        "Trust me, it is."

        "If we were dating I want to go back to that!"

        "You might regret it later."

        "But that's later, not now!"

        "It could end in heartbreak."

        "It might not."

        "I don't want to risk it, I'm doing this for you."

        "If you're doing this for me then why are you stopping me from doing what I want? Didn't you love me when we were together."

        "Of course, but..."

        "Do you still?"

        "That's not important right now."

        "Yes it is!" 

        "Bucky, please..."

        "Do you!"

        "Yes I do, Bucky! I still love you, but I wan't you to be happy and if you end up not wanting a relationship with me, but get into one with me now I'd be heartbroken for a long time and I don't think I could go through that again!" 

        "I would never end a relationship with someone I love."

        "And what if you don't love me anymore?" 

        "I doubt that."

        "I don't! People change Bucky!"

        "What did you mean by again?" He asks.

        "I really don't want to..."

        "Tell me!"

        "You lost your memory and I had to live with you while I still loved you, but you didn't love me back and it was painful to live through! I'm not going through that again!"

        "You don't have to!"

        "You don't know that Bucky!"

        "What if I do!"

        "I know you don't!"

        "How can you be sure?"

        "I don't know... I just know that things could change and- and I..."His lips crashed into mine, but I reluctantly pushed him off. "Your judgement is clouded Bucky, just wait for a while!"

        "I think I know what you're trying to say."

        "What?"

        "You don't love me anymore and just don't want to say it!"

        "That's not true!"

        "Then prove it!"

        "Bucky, don't..." He turns and walks into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, I flop down on the couch and cover my face with my hands. "God dammit." I sob. A few hours later I fall asleep on the couch, my face buried in the pillow and my eyes red and puffy, someone's arms wrap around me and place me in the bed, closing the door behind them.