A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my new story! It kind of takes place during civil war, it won't stick to the exact plot line so it'll be really different but I hope y'all like it!
Bucky looked around as he entered the market, he had heard that plums were good for helping to improve your memory and he was going to try anything to get his memory back no matter what it took, even if it killed him.
Where are the damn plums? He thought as he walked through the busy market, not paying much attention to where he was going until he ran into someone, knocking her to the ground and causing her to drop her things.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" The woman says as she stood and went to pick up her things and Bucky knelt down to help.
"Oh no ma'am, it's all my fault for not looking where I was going," he says as he helped her pick up her things and looked up at her, her green eyes piercing his blue ones, "You're American," he says as he stood up straight again as she wiped her hands on her already dirty dress.
"Yeah and you are too," she says, "I'm Emily," she adds, brushing a strand of dark hair out of her face.
"I'm…James," he says, hesitant at first as he shook her hand, briefly glancing down at it and noticing all the various scarring on it.
"Well, James, you appear lost," she says as more of an observation.
"Yeah I'm actually looking for some plums," he says as he looked around uncomfortably, scanning the area as Emily looked at him, blinking rapidly.
"That's…oddly specific," she says as she turned and started to walk away, beckoning for him to follow her, "So James, where are you from?" Emily asks as she looked around.
"New York? It's kind of a blur," he says and Emily nodded, either she didn't notice his uncertainty or she didn't care, "what about you?" He asks.
"Connecticut, I came to Bucharest to get away from everything, I just wanted a fresh start," she shrugs as she stopped at the fruit stand, "well here we are, the plums. Now if you don't need anymore help I'll be on my way," she says, "it was nice meeting you, James, maybe I'll see you around." She adds before she turned to walk away, making Bucky smile for the first time since escaping HYDRA.
Bucky paid for his plums before returning to his small apartment consisting of a mattress and a small kitchen and collapsed on the mattress, drifting off to sleep with the hopes of seeing Emily again.
A/N: well let me know what you think! Please no flames, I haven't written in like a year so let me know if you think I should continue!