It's not true, is it?It's me, but I don't remember who that is, who I am?
All he could think about as he sat outside the Smithsonian was that his picture was in an exhibit titled "James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes" and he didn't know who that was. Well, he did because the sign went into a detailed description of his supposed accomplishments alongside Captain America.
"Steve"
The name lingered on his lips.
"I'm with you 'til the end of the line"
Another headache came on, gritting his teeth he started walking, no destination in mind.
"Bucky"
It almost hurt to say.
Is that my name? Am I Bucky? The Winter Soldier? The Asset?
The thought of not knowing who he was brought him to his , crying, he could not stand. No thought of where he was or who saw or heard, just an unhindered break down. It felt like it went on for hours, but no one came to his side. He screamed until his throat was raw, cried until no tears came, but the pain did not fade.
"Hey"
A nudge to the stomach woke him up.
"Hey, no sleeping at memorials, sir"
It was a guard, he had fallen asleep at the World War II memorial, the fountains roared in the night air.
"War" he whispered.
He was nudged again "Sir, you need to move along. Do I have to call the police?"
Struggling, he got to his feet, and dusted himself off. "That won't be necessary," he mumbled, then started off.
"Do you want me to call you a ride or something?" the guard asked.
He stopped "Can you call Captain America?" he asked.
This was met with laughter, "Who do you think I am?" the guard chuckled, "No, I don't think I can get him on the line for you."
He sighed, and continued on his way.
"But if you want, people say he runs around Reflecting Pool most morning. Not that I can guarantee he will after what happened SHIELD, if I were him I would have gotten out of town. But what do I know about super heroes" the guard chuckled to himself again. "I should stop blabbering on, have a good night sir, clean yourself up, and good luck finding the Captain"
"Thanks"