Lost in the Past

Prologue

Bucky's POV

My mind felt foggy as I awoke. I reached up and touched my jaw, which was still tender from a recent fight. Something metallic filled my mouth, and I realized I was bleeding.

I looked around at my surroundings. There was a desk nearby, covered in papers and books. Then to my left there was a surgical caddy, and—

I lifted my hand to look at my arm. It was fully metal. Suddenly I felt very heavy and light all at once, and I held both hands out in front of me.

My body had certainly bulked up. But how? And when had it happened? I thought back to something, anything, and found I could remember nothing.

A man walked in and smiled at me. "You're awake, wonderful." I studied him cautiously, growing more panicked with each passing second. This was all very wrong. I had forgotten something— someone— important, I could feel it. "Soldier?" The man questioned.

I tightened my arm against the metal band holding it down. It snapped with minimal effort, and I ripped off the one on my other arm. The man gasped and pushed a button, which caused alarms to go off all throughout the building.

I have to remember. I have to remember. I couldn't think of anything but that the entire time I moved. Guards fell around me and I didn't quite realize I was the one knocking them down.

My body started feeling wet, and I looked down to see myself covered in blood. Was it mine? I didn't know— couldn't feel the pain if it was.

As I neared an exit, my vision began to blur. Although soldiers were everywhere, making it impossible to escape, I continued. My blurring vision became flecked with dark spots, and my legs became too heavy to move.

I took a few last steps and fell to the ground. In my last few seconds of consciousness, something flickered in my mind. A memory.

An adorable, small boy with soft, golden hair. He had blue eyes that were somehow warm and full of mirth despite their hue. He had a tiny, weak body, but his spirit was so strong that I was sure if he was physically stronger, he could take the world by storm.

My breath hitched in my throat. I finally felt something in this strange, foreign body. A burning in my heart, and a pain so deep that I was sure it wasn't just emotional. A warm, wet teardrop fell down my cheek.

Then, the boy's name came to me. Right before the darkness completely clouded my vision, I remembered...

Steve...

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This story is set in the time frame of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but written as if the movie was focused on Stucky. Enjoy! :)