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Warning: If you don't like don't read. Also, if you like Bucky and Steve as a couple, I'm sorry, but they won't be getting together in this. I apologize. AND - Contains one or two "bad" words, sorry. The word is 'DAMN'. SORRY!

Summary: Steve woke up remembering nothing past going down in the ocean. He finds out he's married to Howard Stark's son and that his marriage is in danger. He tries his hardest to fix it but when he finds out the problem is a face from the past, everything comes to a stop.

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Remembering

Chapter 1 - Waking Up

Steve woke up in a king-sized bed and sat up, rubbing his head as if he had a headache. He was in a one-room apartment but none that he recognized. As sleep began to desert him, everything came running back. He sprung to his feet. The last thing he completely remembered was listening to Peggy's voice as he crashed into the cold sea. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The curtains were closed so he didn't bother to look out the windows, but even without doing that he knew something was very wrong.

He began looking over the pictures on the dresser. They were of him and a very attractive young man who seemed to share many features with Howard Stark. With each picture he noticed that he and the man got closer and happier. When he reached for the frame on the floor, its glass shattered and back broken, the front door flew open and said man stormed in.

The man had been crying, crying hard for a very long time. He ripped off his coat and chucked it onto the sofa. Steve watched him, frightened for his life. He glanced back at the photos then at the distressed man before him. The man turned around and glared at him, crying again.

Steve, for no known reason, started to go to the man, his arms spread wide with concern, but he was stopped by the glass in his foot. He plopped back on the bed and fumbled to pull the glass out.

"You're an idiot."

His attention snapped to the man.

He bent over and picked up the frame, his face going grim. "Did you knock this over?!"

"N-No!"

"Liar!"

Steve suddenly started yelling, "I didn't! I didn't knock the picture down!" The man was taken back and sat the frame on the dresser before going for a broom. Steve settled down and got the glass out of his foot. When the man returned, Steve spared him a smile. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Damn right."

"Will you talk to me?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"Come on, please." Steve stood up, about to tell him he had no idea what was going on.

The man threw down the broom and glared at him. "Fine! You want to talk? Let's talk!" He pushed Steve onto the bed and towered over him. "Is it me you love or not? Do you love me?!" Steve was taken back. "Tell me!"

"Wait, what?!" Steve's face betrayed every bit of fear. "I don't even know you!"

Hurt beyond possible belief, he ran out of the apartment.

Steve followed, "Wait, please!"

"I'm done Steve. I tried! I really did! We're through!"

"Please!" Steve yelled, "Who are you?!"

The man paused, completely defeated and dead inside, and turned, a cold, helpless look in his eyes. "Are you joking? What kind of sick joke is this?"

"Please! Where am I?"

"Our apartment."

Steve shook his head thinking he heard incorrectly, "Ours?"

He snatched Steve's hand and held it up to reveal the silver engagement ring on his finger. "Ours."

In Steve's stomach grew a pit, an endless pit of nothing but fear and regret. He stammered back and found his back pressed against the wall. Tears threatened to fall from his blue eyes, but he held them at bay, desperately. "I am sorry." He clutched his chest and started to hyperventilate. The man dashed and grabbed his shoulders before his legs gave out. "I don't remember you."

"What," his voice was weak and cracked, "do you remember?"

"Peggy. The plane was going down into the ice, then I woke up in my- our bed." Steve, in utter despair, stared into his eyes. "How many years have I-?"

"You went down in 1945. It's now 2018. You've been unthawed for three years."

The information was too much for Steve to take in and the last thing he remembered when he blacked out was the man yelling at him to be okay.

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