I have to tell you that I don't only ship Blackfrost. I ship hot ppl with other hot ppl. I am writing Blackfrost fic. And I'll write Clintasha and Romanogers fic. Also I will write Cap/Nat/Bucky (former love and present love). So don't tell me "You can't ship someone with more than one person."

Bucky's POV

Who am I? Captain called me Bucky. He said my name is James Buchanan Barnes. But I don't remember who I am. Captain America was telling me things that I don't remember that happened. Then headache began. Steve's word became logical. When he said "Till the end of the line." It sounded so familiar. Why? Then Steve fell off the vessel into the Potomac River. I remembered something. Someone. There was a small guy who looks like Captain but that guy is way smaller. His mom just died. I was -Bucky was- trying to comfort him. Bucky - I- said. "Till the end of the line." I remembered him. He was drawning. I pulled him out of water. So he can live. But he shouldn't see me. Not yet! I must go.

3 Days Later

I heard about a museum that shows my past, WW2. I entered the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian Institution and found a section dedicated to myself. It was me. Or not me? I am not sure who am I. I was reading things about me when somebody touched my shoulder. "We need to talk Barnes. Now!"

I turned to see the person who called Bucky's real name, my real name. It was the redhead woman at the bridge. "Who the hell are you?" I pulled her outside of the museum.

"My name is Natasha Romanoff. You can google it." What is google it? She seemed like she understood me. "We should get going. There are a lot of people who wants you to use. Come with me. I will help you."

"Why would I thrust you? You may working with HYDRA."

"Like I said. You can google me. You will see." What is google? Is it a sex term? Google me? She approached. "We have common things Soldier. Brainwashing is just one of them." She stepped back. "Are you coming or not? If I find you, others can find you easily. I suggest you to come with me."

I don't have any place to go. So I followed her. She got in her car or I assumed it was her car. I got the car. She began to drive. We didn't talk until we got out of the city. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere safe." She didn't do an explanation. I stared at her. Waited for an answer. "There are a lot of HYDRA agents in DC. I have a place out of the city. It's secured. No one but me knows its place." I nodded. Looking out window.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Natasha Romanoff. You were sent to kill me. You shot me twice and yet you don't know my name."

"It's not my mission to ask questions. I shot you once at the bridge. I didn't shoot you twice."

She pulled off the road. She showed her hip. There was a scar. Possibly bullet scar. "A few years ago I was trying to protect an engineer. You shot him through me."

"I don't remember it."

"Don't worry. I know how you feel. How you think. There is blank inside of you. A blank that nothing can fill it."

"You don't know anything!"

"I know. We will talk when we get safe house."

I didn't talk anymore. After a while she turned left. There wasn't asphalt road. We were going on grass. "You do realize that there isn't a road in our way."

"Like I said before. Only I know it's place." Five minutes later we stopped. "Get out and grab things from baggage!" I obeyed. "We will walk one mile then we reach safe house." I nodded. She seems like she knows everything. After one mile we reached the house. "See I told you. What do you think?" She turned to me.

"Tell me everything you know!"

"Calm down, James!"

"Don't call me James!"

"That's your name, isn't it?" I can kill her before she realizes. But I need to know myself. "Let's get inside. Then you eat, drink and take a shower. When you ready, we will talk, Bucky."

"I don't have time for these things."

"If you don't eat, knowing your past won't worth anything. Because you would be dead. Now let's go. While you are taking shower, I will prepare lunch for you. No discussion!"

She is good at convincing people. We went inside. There were two bedrooms, a big living room, one bathroom and a kitchen. It looks like a normal house. I couldn't guess that a spy has a home like this. I put down things that I got from baggage. "Do you live here?"

"Nope. It's safe house. I only came here twice. This is the third time. Bathroom is there." She pointed a room with her finger. "You can take a shower. There are soap and shampoo. I have hair conditioner, if you want to use. You know your hair is as long as mine." She winked at me. "Towels are in bath cabinet. Don't put your towel there after using it. And put your clothes dirty basket. I bought clothes for you."

I didn't say anything. I just went to bathroom. Got inside the room and locked the door. I don't know the last time I got shower. Should I ask Natasha how to open water? I decided to do it. I unlocked the door and got out of room. She wasn't in living room. I looked everywhere in house. She wasn't here. Was this a trap to capture me? I looked out of window. I saw her talking on the phone. I went outside to listen her conversation.

Natasha's POV

He went to bathroom and locked the door. This is my chance to call Steve and tell him that his friend is here. I waited a few second more and decided to call Steve. I didn't want James -Bucky- to hear me calling Steve. He wouldn't like it. But why everybody calls him Bucky but I call him James. I am doing this on purpose. I just want to call him James. Not Bucky.

Anyway I don't have time to think this things. I went outside and called Steve. It didn't ring. Probably he didn't close his phone. I left a massage.

"Steve. It's Natasha. I know that you're looking for Bucky. But you don't have to do that anymore. Because Bucky is..." I couldn't finish my massage. Somebody pushed me and took my phone. I turned to see who did this. It was Bucky.

"Liar! You said you are not bad people. And now you will pay for this." He grabbed my neck. He was chocking me.