"You know me," Steve said, his voice pleading, looking over at his friend, who had no memory whatsoever of who he was.
"No I don't," Bucky shouted, lunging forward, swinging then falling over
"Bucky, you've known me your whole life," Steve tried again, hoping that his friend would remember something. Anything.
Bucky yelled and lunged forward again, falling over.
"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes," Steve told him, hoping that his name would at least trigger some memory.
"Shut up!" Bucky yelled, lunging forward again, knocking Steve over, before falling over himself.
"I'm not going to fight you," Steve said, standing up and letting his shield drop out the opening in the floor of the helicarrier. "You're my friend."
Bucky yelled and ran forward, knocking Steve to the ground. "You're my mission," he growled, beginning to strike Steve.
Steve lay there, taking the punches, not fighting back. He said he wouldn't fight his friend, and he meant it. Bucky drew back for one last punch, but hesitated.
"Then finish it," Steve began. "Because I'm with you 'till the end of the line," he finished, quoting something his friend had said decades ago. He watched as the expression on his friend's face turn from pure anger to a look of horrified recognition. In that moment, Steve could tell that he had gotten through to him. It wasn't much, but it was something. Something was better than nothing.
Before he could say anything, the floor of the helicarrier where he was laying collapsed, sending him tumbling into the air, falling faster and faster. The last thing Steve remembered seeing was his friends horrified face right before the world went black.