DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. They are from Marvel.

AUTHORS NOTE: hi! This is my first fanfic(so please don't hate it). I took an idea from PotatoJesus(sorry I just liked the talking in Winters head idea). Anyway, I hope you like it:) it will be very fluffy.

There was a lot of blood. The snow was almost blackened with it, and Bucky screamed and groaned in pain. "Steve!", his voice became hoarse as he shouted the name for the hundredth time. Sobs of pain and terror pulled his throat taught and he fell to the icy ground. Suddenly, he felt something pulling him, dragging him away from the gruesome scene. "James, you're not going to see him again." He looked up and saw a man dressed in all black. He seemed to be some type of guard. Bucky felt hot, steaming tears run down his face. That night, he was taken to a large compound where he was shut into a metal room with a small cot and a toilet. It reminded him of a prison cell. He fell asleep after hours of crying. From the window outside of the cell, they could hear him talking. "Steve? They got me. Are you there? Stevie, I'm scared.", Bucky whined. "Is he awake? We need to wipe his memory. The metal can replace his arm." "No sir, he's just dreaming. His memory will be gone by morning. I believe the metal will be our best bet." That was the last he remembered.

~Much, much, much later~

He scanned the aisle. Even though it may have seemed he was there, he was a million miles away.

They have weird breakfast food. All they had before was corn flakes.

Just pick one. I heard pop tarts are good. Try those.

Yes, but which flavor? They have blueberry, strawberry cherry, s'mores...

Just pick one!

"Excuse me." The words from a small old woman reaching for something behind him slapped him back into reality. "Oh, sorry. Let me get that for you." He reached for the box of Lucky Charms(?) she was eyeing. "Thank you, dear. My grandchildren love the marshmallows in it. Back in my time, we ate Cheerios!"she laughed.

This lady doesn't even know.

I like Cheerios.

"Dear, are you ok?"the old woman questioned. "What? Oh! Yes. I'm fine. I just..."

Can't find my best friend for the life of me.

"It's a girl, isn't it." "No. My friend,he-" She gave him a look. "No! I didn't mean-he's just my friend. I-" "Whatever, dear. Just make sure not to drive when you're lost in your thoughts like that."

Maybe she's the one who shouldn't be driving. Her hands are so shaky she-

Hey. You're probably older than her.

After ten minutes of debating, he walked out of the store with a box of Cheerios. Eventually, he arrived at his hotel. He went inside his room, threw the key card onto the dresser, and plopped down onto the bed. He stared curiously at the black screen in front of him, it was so thin. He grabbed the thing the guest book called a 'remote'. Pressing random buttons eventually sprung the thing to life, and a cartoon popped up. A small boy wearing a strange looking white hat(and a really annoying voice) was venturing through a tree house with his weird dog (who was wearing glasses?). Bucky laughed at a song about bacon until he drifted to sleep.

Crying and sweating, Bucky sprung up from his bed. He could almost feel the black plastic mouth guard still between his teeth. He sunk back down, glancing at the alarm clock. The strange red numbers danced: 2:53. He stripped from his clothes and let himself wash away the sweat under the warm water. Showers always helped him sleep better. As he wrapped a towel around his waist, he looked into the steamed mirror. The vapor distorted his face a little, but his brain still jumped back to a memory.

"Bucky, come here!" Steve laughed as they skipped rocks off of the pond. Steve was 12 at the time, but always looked younger judging his scrawny build. "Stevie, I'll bet you can't skip it six times like me!" Steve smiled and effortlessly put his arm back, then swung and the rock hit the water. "One...two...three..." Bucky admired Steve's smile as he eagerly followed the movement of the stone. "Seven! That's my best yet!" he mused as Bucky jogged to the water toward Steve. They laughed and Bucky rubbed Steve's head with his knuckles, causing his hair to stick up.

Bucky's eyes opened, and he was curled on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. He must have been that way for quite some time, for his hair was in dried knots that hung from his head. He wiped tears from his face and got dressed. Grabbing the card from the dresser, he checked out and walked outside again. He was going to find Steve that day and he was not giving up.

I hope you enjoyed, I will be updating as frequently as possible. Thanks for reading:)