Rafael Jane Stallin (Bucky Barnes)

~Bits and Pieces~

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Rafael's POV

I lay Bucky down onto his bed, his metal arm grabs hold onto my shirt.

"Don't leave!"

I look at him, his eyes are closed, "lay with me"

Why does it feel like we've already been in this situation before?

"Bucky...."

"Stay, Raf"

I sigh, "let me put the food in the fridge, then I'll be back"

"I'll kill you, if you don't" he says calmly.

"Okay..."

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The next morning, I wake up and noticed that I was still at Bucky's. My back cramps up due to me sleeping on the couch.

I groan and stand up. I stretch out my arms, I could feel all of my bones in my body crack.

"I am never going to sleep on the couch again"

I go to the kitchen and help myself with making coffee.

"You never came back" Bucky's voice lingers through my ears. I look from behind as my eyes met his.

"What do you mean? You told me to stay and I did"

"You didn't join me"

"Was I supposed to?" I ask.

"Yes"

Then there was silence, "I'm sorry... I'm making coffee, you want some?"

"Yeah" he sits by the bench.

"I'm sorry" I say again.

"Don't worry about it. I guess I was so used to you always joining me before... when the... 'incident' happened" he says as he tried to be careful with his choice of words.

"I don't mean that. I just feel terrible that I don't remember you at all. I tried reading information about you but I just can't remember anything" I frown.

"You remembered where I live"

I stop to think, how did I remember that?

"And your old drinking habits" I speak.

"I guess I only know the bits and pieces"

"Yeah, that's good enough" he says with a slight smile.

The kettle clicks indicating that the water had stopped heating. I grab two mugs then tipped in at least two teaspoons in each.

"Sugar?" I ask.

"One please" he answers.

I mix his coffee first before carefully giving it to him, "thanks"

I grab my coffee and put it on the bench across from him, "why did you put me in a coma?"

"What?" He asks confused.

"I read my file and it says that you put me in a one year coma"

He avoids eye contact, trying to find the right words to say.

He then sighs, "all I know about it is that you told me that you were on a mission... I guess I was the mission that happened"

"Listen, I was used as an assassin. I wasn't myself. I was controlled into doing stuff I shouldn't have done" he stares at his coffee, I sip on mine as I watch him.

"I didn't know that I did that to you.. and I'm really sorry" he looks at me.

Something about this look he gave me made my blood tingle, my heartbeat quickens, my legs shake.

My head begins to pound, I close my eyes as a flash back goes through my mind.

"Stallin don't" Steve says knowing something bad is going to happen.

But it was too late. The soldier grabs me by the throat with his metal arm squeezing harder and harder.

My eyes threatens to close but I don't let it.

"This is not the end" I whisper making direct eye contact with him.

"I will... kill you... in my next life..."

I open my eyes, I look at him. He looks at me with such confusion.

"What just happened?" He asks.

"I-I-I.... I remember that mission"

He doesn't say anything. His mouth is open in shock, "I think we may have a solution on how to get your memory back" he smiles.

"Yeah?"

"We could re-do all the things we've done before and see if that would work" he says with hope.

"Yeah, we could try that" I smile with such dedication.

"Awesome! We can start tonight"

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