Chapter ~Sixteen~

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Bucky wakes up all early to see Storm, actually he didn't get to sleep so he waited to the best time in the morning to visit her.

While he was on the way to the Argent's house, He was exciting to make up for the years that flew away from them but also so scared of what will be her reaction or is she okay?.

Storm didn't get out of her room since last night, Chris and Allison heard her crying couple of times over the night.

As they figure it out she won't get through this easily, HYDRA ruined her memory about the people that she love most and unfortunately have a few memories that they left behind.

'What have I done in my life to deserve all of this?' Storm screamed last night.

James stood behind the door of the Argent house, He knocked and then a 40 year old man opened the door, "you must be Chris, I'm Ja-.."James been cut by the man infront of him, "I know exactly who you are, now what do you want?"Chris don't look like he likes James, James furrowed his eyebrows.

"I need to talk to her, please."James said, "not a chance, now leave."Chris asked and then tried to close the door but then Allison came and opened the door for him, "dad! Maybe he can do what we couldn't, give him a chance, come on James it's this way"Allison said and the Soldier followed her with his head looking at the ground, they arrived to Storm's room, "this is it, Can I ask you something? Please be easy on her, I know that's not easy for you and I've heard you last night but... it's was her parents, I let you in just for you to calm her down because I think that you're the only one who can"Allison said and the Soldier nodded, "we'll be at the living room"Allison said leaving the Soldier standing infront of her best friend door.

He took a deep breath and knocked the door, but no answer, he knocked again and called her name but still no answer, he got worried like what if something happened to her, this time he knocked harder.

"What do you want?"Storm voice from behind the door, she seemed sad. "I wanted to talk to you, can I come in?"He asked, "Sorry, Bucky. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone"She replied, "okay, you don't have to talk to me, I need to see you, I need to tell you something"He insist, "Buck.."Storm was so sad, she wanted to talk to him cause he's the only one who gets her but she was too damaged at this point and she didn't want him to see her like that because she knew that he'll blame himself.

She didn't say anything, He didn't want to push her, so he thought that he could talk to her from behind the door.

"I remember now, Storm. I remember everything, I remembered the most important part of me, it was you, Storm..."Bucky's voice cracked, Storm went near the door and tears started to roll down from her eyes.

Bucky sighed, "they took my conscience, they took my memories, but they could never, took you away from me. I don't care how complicated this will get, I still want you... I want you with me,Storm."His voice seemed like he was about to cry, James never felt this way about someone, he didn't care if anyone seen him cry because it was for Storm and nothing matters more than her. Storm still crying in silence and put her head on the doorframe sobbing.

James heard a little sob so he put his head on the doorframe as well, "before I met you I never knew what it was like to look at someone and smile for no reason..."his voice cracked more, he took a deep breath,

"It was the first time that I saw you, I had never seen anything so perfect, I remember thinking that I had to have you or I'd die, then that day when you whispered that you love me..... and I felt...so peaceful, and-.. and I know that you've been through enough I know that and I'm sorry, I'm here for you. We can get through this together. I swear to you this storm will pass"James waited for an answer but he just heard quite sobbing, He couldn't push it further, he knew that she'll talk to him when she's ready but now she can't talk without seeing what they've done to her,

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