Hiya there! So I've been wanting to write a Captain America story for a while, especially with Bucky since I absolutely love his character and I finally got something together. So here it is! I really hope you enjoy it and please review to let me know what you think! But please, no flames, just constructive criticism please. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Captain America :(

Confusion. It swirled around him, flaring up and then quieting just as quickly as he worked through whatever thoughts were drifting their way through his complicated, scrambled mind. Then, pain. It was mixed with the confusion, flashing here and there, though this was quite normal. If there was one thing his tortured mind was used to, it was pain.

And fear. It rang around his head, a horrible, wretched noise that reminded her vaguely of nails on a chalk board. This was a rare emotion for him. The Winter Soldier wasn't supposed to feel fear.

She shifted in her chair, struggling against her straight jacket like restraints and she tried to block it out. But it was so hard. She was so in tune with his mind after all these years and he was so loud. So very loud.

Then suddenly, like a bomb, there was nothing but wild, raging anger. She gasped when it went off, overwhelmed and choking on it. She vaguely heard a thump, followed by yelling and the mechanical shifting of guns being raised and when her mind cleared she noticed the two agents that had been working on his arm were no longer next to him, though their tools were scattered around his chair. She blinked a couple more times, trying to clear her mind of his own and found that one was unconscious on the ground several feet away and the other was struggling to get up and out of the room. Away, he wanted nothing more than to get away from the dreaded Winter Soldier.

If she cared anything for the two rather large agents that were now advancing on him, she would have warned them away, but she rather enjoyed it when they too felt the wrath of his harsh metal hand. She rather hated the first one he knocked out, remembering the lust and need that rolled off him every time he saw her and the other she didn't know… but he was HYDRA, so to hell with him too.

"Calm him, now." One of the agents, a man called Michaels, growled into her ear. She gave a grunt of annoyance when he jerked her up by her restraints and forced her forward, making her walk in front of him like some kind of human shield. While his fear was quiet next to the storm raging in the man before her, she still felt it. What a coward.

When she was close enough, Michaels gave a harsh shove before he immediately lifted his large gun and pointed it straight at the Winter Soldier. He whipped around, his blue eyes wild and his body coiled to strike but when he caught sight of her, he stilled and she felt another flare of confusion and pain.

He wanted to fight, wanted to cause as much pain as he was in, but she was familiar. He knew her. He always knew her.

His eyes closed as more pain flared and he grabbed his head. "I know. I know, Sarge." She whispered, using her nickname for him. She hated the term Winter Soldier. It was their name for him, not hers. She reached out slowly, gently letting the calm emotions wash over him and ease all his intense, horrible emotions. She hated that it worked, hated that those feelings were muted and diminished.

He deserved to feel them. He deserved to rage against the monsters that kept him here, that hurt him. He deserved so much more than this.

He slid back into the chair, his flesh and metal hands clenching as he stared ahead. His rage was slowly ebbing away now, leaving behind nothing but that confusion, pain and fear. She stepped closer to him now, wishing she could reach out at brush his long, ratty hair away from his face as he slumped forward into the chair. But instead she began to take away those other emotions, but she didn't get far before a hand came to rest on her shoulder and pulled her away from him slowly.

"That will do, Harmony."

Alexander Peirce pushed her away and into Rumlow, looking tall and imposing in his neat grey suit and all business as he caught sight of the man in the middle of the room. Rumlow looked down at Harmony, giving her a predatory grin as she flinched away from him and yanked herself away. When she was far enough away from him she concentrated again on the two men in the middle of the room, hoping Peirce wasn't too harsh on him.

"Mission report."

Sarge stared straight ahead, not seeming to hear Peirce at all. She felt a flare of irritation spark from Peirce, but he took a deep breath and pushed it down.

"Mission report. Now." He repeated, again to nothing but a blank face.

Peirce grew irritated again and he stepped forward, leaning down close to give his usually compliant weapon a cold stare. Suddenly, his hand whipped out and with a harsh crack, he smacked the assassin across the face. Sarge didn't even seem to feel or register it and when he lifted his head to finally looked over at Peirce, his handsome face scrunching in confusion. "The man on the bridge… who was he?"

Harmony and many of the other men were surprised by the question. He wasn't often one for talking and certainly not for questioning. Peirce though, was only annoyed by the question, though his face betrayed no emotions as he studied Sarge for a moment before answering. "You met him earlier this week on another mission."

He looked away from Peirce, his eyes and mind far away. "I knew him."

The declaration was slightly unsure. This was no surprise after all of the years of abuse and torture that his mind had suffered. He couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

He looked so lost, so utterly confused that it broke her heart. She wasn't sure who this 'mission' had been or if Sarge had really knew him but it certainly was causing the most feelings in him that she had felt from him in years.

Peirce slowly pulled the chair previously occupied by the agents that were working on Sarge's arm closer, seating himself and watched him very carefully. He wasn't… nervous per say, but she felt a sort of jittery feeling surround Peirce. Perhaps, he was fearing that his deadly weapon was malfunctioning again and at such an important time too…

"Your work has been a gift to mankind." Peirce said, his voice steady and even with his twisted belief. It took everything Harmony had not to roll her eyes at his words. "You have shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning you're going to give it a push. But if you don't do your part, I can't do mine. And HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves."

He stared at Peirce, so confused and torn. She wanted to comfort him, soothe him but she knew it would only make things worse.

"But I knew him." He sighed, giving Peirce the most heartbreaking smile. This time he was more sure, his voice unwavering. She could even feel the confidence behind the statement this time. Whatever he had remembered, he was sure of it. This made her terribly happy and sad at the same time. And after the feeling of great annoyance from Peirce, it made her fearful as well.

He slowly stood, dusting off his pants before turning toward Harmony. She felt fear and anger bubble up in her stomach, knowing what that look meant. "Wipe him. Completely start him over."

"He… he doesn't need-" She started, but Peirce walked forward, silencing her with a cold, dark stare.

"Wipe him, or we will." Peirce whispered and Harmony flinched back from him.

She would do it. What she did was horrible and she hated herself for it, but listening to his screams were ten times worse. So she gave a reluctant nod, hating Peirce's vile smile before he nodded toward her two guards. The other stepped away from her, leaving enough space so that they wouldn't have a chance to be touched if she decided to go rouge and her two guards stepped forward. They both wore gloves and had the bare minimum of skin exposed and were extremely careful as they slowly undid her restraints. The tall, less talkative one that gave Harmony the chills because of how little emotions she ever felt from him slid her glove off and then shoved her toward the poor, confused assassin.

He met her eyes and she felt tears well up as he stared up at her sadly. "I'm sorry." She whispered, her pale hand shaking as she drew close enough to finally touch him. It broke her heart even more when he leaned into her hand as she lay it against his cheek and actually let out a sigh.

"I know." He muttered, surprising her yet again. He was so expressive tonight, not the usual blank, numb weapon they made him. That she helped make him.

She closed her eyes, pressing her hand closer as she reached into his mind and, like so many times before, wiped him clean and left him as nothing but a shell of a man. The Winter Soldier yet again.

They surrounded him in a mad rush of squealing tires and harsh yelling. A sleek black van converged on him and he stumbled, torn between fighting in a mad rage and following orders like had had for more than 70 years. He was breaking. His mind was breaking in half and he was sure it was going to kill him.

He had failed. Failed in his mission… or had he been successful? Pulling him from the river… it had felt right.

"Get in the van, Soldier." One of the agents ordered, his voice calm but filled with authority. One of the men behind him opened said van, revealing two other agents and her. She looked so out of place between the two imposing agents and her sad, fearful face only made him angrier.

"In. Now, Soldier." The agent repeated and he stared at him, flexing his metal arm before slowly walking toward the van. Following orders. Always following orders.

Till the end of the line. He flinched, shaking his head and tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. He slowly got himself into the van, trying to just focus on his breathing instead of the voices and the pain pushing its way to the surface.

"Sarge?"

Bucky.

"Hey, look at me, Sarge."

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.

He gave a growl of anger, his hands covering his face as the agony nearly split his head open. His mind was breaking open, the horrors within spilling out. He was broken. He was falling apart.

"Just look at me. Look at me."

Her voice was a smooth balm and he slowly lifted his head to gaze at her. Soft blonde waves, pale heart shaped face, full pink lips turned up into a small, gentle smile. And blue eyes.

Till the end of the line.

He had blue eyes. Blue eyes, scrawny body.

No. He was tall, built.

He was a mission.

He was a friend. Was he a friend?

He let out a choked sob and his metal hand lashed out, leaving a fist shaped dent in the side of the van. The two agents gave shouts and drew their guns up, though that wasn't what he heard. He heard her voice raise up, cry out for them to stop and not hurt him. The van jumped and when her body accidentally hit the agent to the left, he seemed to think she was trying to make a weak attempt at making him lower his weapon. The agent gave her a look of cold anger before he snapped his arm back, hitting her straight in the face. Her head cracked against the metal of the wall and blood splattered from her small nose. Her blood… it was so red against her pale skin.

She stared up at him with blank, dead eyes, blood pouring from her mouth. It splattered against his cold, metal hand as he leaned down and choked what little life remained in her.

He whipped his hand out, grabbing the agents gun and ripping it from his hand before he punched him across the face. The other agent tried to fired his own gun to neutralize him but he turned around to quick, grabbing him and smashed his head against the vans metal, repeating his three times before he was knocked out. He other agent made a weak attempt at attacking him again before the assassin knocked him out as well.

"Sarge…"

He looked up, chest heaving and mind turning. She stared at him, her blue eyes filled with astonishment as she took in the two unconscious agents. She had never been without two HYDRA agents watching over her at all times. She was watched almost as closely as he was.

He walked forward and she almost looked fearful for a moment. He came closer and closer and she couldn't determine what he was going to do. She had never seen him like this before and God only knew what he would do now that he was pretty much free. But he surprised her yet again and instead of attacking, he reached down and quickly undid her restraints. She stared, looking almost overwhelmed when he pulled the restraining jacket off of her and then ripped away her thick black gloves, leaving her feeling naked and exposed.

He watched her flex her pale, shaking hands and stared down at them in wonder. Underneath that damned jacket she wore a thin black tank top and he had never seen her so bare. He grabbed one of her shaking hands with his flesh one, making her eyes widen even more. "What are you…"

"Hold on." He whispered, pulling her close to him before he kicked out and the vans back doors flew open. He pulled her as close as he could, making sure to protect her head with his metal hand before leaping out of the van toward the grass on the side of the road. She gave a cry of surprise before they landed and rolled, tumbling into the ditch close to a heavily wooded area. He quickly got them up and quickly made sure she wasn't any more hurt than she already was before ordering her to stay there.

"Th-they aren't going to let us get away." She gasped, looking toward the van that was now screeching to a halt. "They'll only hurt you more, Sarge. Please-"

She gently brushed her hand against his cheek, sniffling as silent tears tracked down her face. "Please… please don't make me. Please."

"Stay here." He ordered her just as the driver of the van came out of the van, gun drawn and already shouting orders to get back in. She was shaking horribly and looked completely terrified, but she nodded and hurried to hide behind a tree.

"…in the van, Soldier! Back in now!"

He turned, narrowing his eyes at the man before he stormed forward, his mind on nothing but the mission at hand.

He moved with an incredible and deadly grace that took her breathe away. In all her years with him, she had never actually seen him in action and though she was impressed, she absolutely hated seeing him as the weapon they made him.

At least the weapon was turned against HYDRA now. Or so it seemed.

What the hell had happened?

The HYDRA agent was a good fighter, but Harmony could tell he was absolutely no match for the Winter Soldier, even when the man was injured and seemed to be losing his mind. He seemed to struggle to keep up while Sarge struck and landed blow after blow. Sarge dodged a punch from the agent before he landed his own with his metal hand and the agent fell to his knees, swaying as he struggled to stay conscious. Harmony held her breath, her heart beating madly in her chest as she waited for him to land the final blow. When he did, she would be free of an agent for the first time since she was eight years old. They would be all but free.

But the agent let out a choked word in another language and Sarge froze, his blue eyes widening. She felt an overwhelming amount pain flash through him and it nearly knocked the wind out of her. He seemed to struggle with something, groaning and stumbling like he had in the van and the agent to this opportunity to grab his gun from the grass. He raised it with shaking hands, glaring at Sarge as he held his head and continued his internal struggle. Harmony quickly and as quietly as possible came out from behind her tree and toward the two, silently pleading for Sarge to get his head together and finish the job before she would get there. But he continued to fight the demons inside his head and Harmony barely made it in time to shove the agents hands away and stop the bullet he fired from going straight into the assassin's head and instead brushed his metal arm.

The agent cursed her furiously, whipping the gun toward her but she was to quick. She shoved her hand against his neck, feeling his mind and feelings flow into her as soon as her flesh met his. His whole body went rigid and she shoved her mind into his, ripping through it and tearing apart whatever she could as she did. She saw his cushy, sweet childhood with his loving parents and the cold, detached way he viewed them. She saw when he killed his first animal, a small little kitten and the way he enjoyed the way it's blood stained the grass. She saw the first child he hurt. She saw his teenage years and the path that led him to this very second. She saw it all in mere seconds and before she could become overwhelmed, she quickly pushed it away and instead focused on tearing his twisted, disgusting mind apart. She ripped and destroyed everything about him away until he gave a horrible scream that echoed through the woods and fell back, his body falling into the grass with a small thud.

Her chest heaved as she stared down at him, watching his eyes stare straight up at the sky, blank… dead. But he wasn't dead… he was worse than that. He was nothing. Just an empty, hallow shell. She had scooped him out and left him empty.

She only tore her eyes away from the man when she heard Sarge's metal arm make an odd whirling noise. She looked over at him and was surprised to see his eyes were raging, but his face was unnervingly blank. "Sarge?" She muttered, taking a cautious step toward him. His metal hand twitched and she saw his eyes flick up to study her in an oddly detached way. "Hey… it-it's me. It's Harmony."

His face scrunched at her name and he blinked a couple times, like he was trying to clear his head of whatever HYDRA had planted in it. She slowly crept forward and daringly put her hand on his arm. He sucked in a breath, his whole body coiling in defense. She quickly sent him a wave of calm and he relaxed just a bit and looked down at her cautiously. "It's just me and you. And we need to go."

"Harmony." He whispered, looking slightly confused for a moment.

"Yeah." She smiled, squeezing his arm gently. "We have to get out of here, Sarge."

His head snapped up at her nickname for him, his eyes slightly wild as he frowned. "Bucky."

"What?" She asked, raising her eyebrows in confusion.

"My name." He said, though he sounded slightly unsure. "I think."

She nodded slowly, taking in this new information. "Time to leave, Bucky."

He gave her a determined nod before he marched toward the woods and she quickly followed after, enjoying the feel of the breeze on her skin for the first time in more than ten years. And while HYDRA would seek them out and they would still be in quite a lot of danger, she couldn't help but feel a rush of real happiness as they trudged through the trees to their freedom.