Author's Note;
Welcome! For those of you checking out this story I want to thank you for stopping by. This is not my first time writing fanfiction, however this in a new account. I wanted to keep some stories separated and my attention on each account focused on different stories. This however is my first attempt at a Marvel CU story. I am a total Bucky fangirl, and finally decided to get one of the ideas I had out of my head and onto paper (figuratively). This story will most be of events post Civil War, with flashbacks as necessary, and obviously some changes have been made to the background story as a result.

Summary; Bucky was not the only one that HYDRA held captive, now that memories are starting to come back, Bucky is determined to find the girl he dreams about in hopes that he will get the rest of them back. She also holds the key to freeing in from HYDRA forever. Her name is Amelia and she is an inhuman, code-name Valkyrie - with the power to read minds and extract memories. Who is she to Bucky? And why is his gut telling him to find her?

Obvious disclaimer, I own nothing of Marvel or it's characters. All I can say is mine is Amelia and the inspiration to write. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE leave a review, comment or feedback at the end of this chapter. Sadly cannot promise regular updates, however having readers reviewing keeps me inspired knowing that some people out there want to read more of this story.

EASTERN UKRAINE – FEBURARY 6th, 1957

Water dripped distantly. The low buzzing sound of electricity running through the wires in the walls to power the flickering lights that hung in the hallway – they swung in a slight breeze, probably from a door or window cracked open somewhere. It let in the cold, crisp air of Ukrainian winter into the facility. The building was sparsely staffed, just enough to keep it secure. HYDRA may not have been what it once was, but it was still very much alive - working in the shadows, pulling the strings from behind the curtains. While HYDRA had seemingly unmeasured resources, little had been done to maintain the upkeep of the building, which was a surprise considering what value the building housed.

One would need to descend a few abandoned levels to find what the facility hid, in the lower levels, deep underground was housed some of HYDRA's more important investments.

Heavy footsteps sounded, a crash of a metal door as it was thrown open. In one particularly gloomy room a man in a dark brown suit marched in, an armed guard on either side of him. "I believe congratulations are in order." The man said, his voice deep as he walked to a table, upon it files were open for view. He picked up the surveillance photograph of a man, he had been a rising star in Europe's political scene in the wake of the second world war, a voice to reason, a moderate who spoke of aligning in the wake of the formation of the USSR. He no doubt would have been celebrated, and history would have remembered him a great leader. But not anymore.

A single bullet had changed what could have been. A single bullet had eliminated yet another enemy to HYDRA, to humanity…

"Yes, the asset was extremely successful." A doctor replied as he stepped back from the chair where a man was seated. His head hunched over and his silver arm flexed, a metal hand twisting into his hair. Grappling with what he had done.

"Mission report?" the man in the suit said turning to the asset.

All was still in the room before the man in the chair lifted his head, his blue eyes were vacant for a moment before he recited off what he needed too; "French councilman, Andres LeMarieux – age 37, born in Champange. Address 1955 Rue Charlot, Paris was eliminated at approx. 1700 hours yesterday afternoon while walking along the Seine. No contacts with local enforcement, no HYDRA agents compromised." The man said his voice even, dry and unaffected by emotion.

"Good." The man in the suit said and turned to glance to the doctor a smile on his face. Operation Winter Soldier was turning out to be more of a success than anyone had thought possible. How effective one man could be. Dr. Zola's work had yielded unprecedented results. "Well done soldier." He then said and dropped the file back onto the desk with a soft thud.

"What is your next orders sir?" the doctor then asked. "Where do we send him next?"

The man contemplated for a moment and glanced back to the Winter Soldier who was stared down at his hands. Yes, reports on the asset had described that the effects of the wipes were never permanent – what he saw before him now was not the same weapon that had been awoken from ice five days ago and sent out into the field. Now he showed small signs of emotion, concern…. even guilt.

"We have accomplished enough by his hands. Wipe him and freeze him." The man replied and then moved to the door. His work was done here.

"I want to see her." The voice of the asset pierced the air, angry and firm. Turning around he met a set of fierce blue eyes, now a blaze of determination. Sighing lowly the man in the suit folded his arms as he considered. "Mission is over, I need to see her." the Winter Soldier demanded again. A silence fell over the room.

"Doctor, how is the new project Valkyrie fairing?" the man asked, not taking his eyes from the asset. They were locked in a battle of wills at the moment.

"She faired well with her first awakening." The doctor said. "But…"

"But?" the man said and snapped his head to look at the doctor.

"She is resistant to the machine." The doctor then continued after being prompted. There was a metallic groan from the chair as the asset used his metal hand to crush the arm of the chair. Fury in his gaze as his jaw locked. The guards raised their weapons at him and the soldier stilled, knowing he could not do anything, it would mean his life… and hers. "The enhanced abilities she gained from the Tesseract that Dr. Zola exposed her too have made her mind too strong for the machine to affect." The doctor then added.

"Is she compliant?" the man then asked lowly. One project was a success but was the other a failure?

"She is." The doctor answered and the man considered for a moment. How best to go about this then?

"Wipe him and then bring him to her. One hour then freeze them both again." The man ordered before he turned and walked from the room. As he did two assistants went to the Winter Soldier and strapped him down before attaching the electrodes to each side of his head. The asset did not resist, he knew the price he had to pay. The doctor came to look him over before they started the process.

"Amelia…." The asset whispered lowly as he closed his eyes, ready for the pain to rip his mind apart.

"You'll see her soon." The doctor assured him but his voice lacked any form of compassion. With the flip of a switch the machine was turned on and the agonized screams of the asset filled the corridors, following the man in the suit as he made his exit from the facility.

The Winter Soldier was carried down a particularly gloomy hallway of the facility, his legs dragging behind him as there was a guard on each side of him grasping an arm as they moved him. The assets head hung low, his eyes closed as the world seemed to be fractured into a thousand pieces, words and sounds, even what his eyes saw had no meaning to him. He knew nothing…. was nothing. There was the click of a door being unlocked and then the cool metal of a gun held to his hand.

"Stand back or you know what happens." The words filtered into his brain but meant nothing. He did not know who was speaking, but the voice was close…. On the left? "One hour."

Suddenly he was dropped and his body slammed to the cold concrete floor, then there was a metallic clang of a door closing. Then suddenly knew hands were on him, gasps in the distance of a soft voice – a beautiful cadence entered his mind, conflicting with the chaos that the fractured parts of him swan around in. Lost to oblivion, floating in a sea of nothingness.

Light hit his eyes as he was rolled over, his body did not have the strength of will to resist. He had been trained, do not resist. Obey. The pain was not just in his mind, but every part of his, his muscles still in painful contraction from the electricity that had flooded his body to wipe his mind.

"Bucky." One word broke through, it sounded like a distant dream… or perhaps a far off memory. Something that was familiar. Gentle fingers touched his face. His body tensed. Do not resist. Obey. – some shard of him remembered. Training – he was a weapon. Blood… always blood. Do not resist. Obey.

"Bucky…" came that voice again, to heavenly to be real but it broke through the rest of the chaos – reaching deep down and plunging into the sea and anchored itself to some part of him, too small to be found by anything else. It raised that part up and brought it to the surface – his eyes flashed open as he looked to the figure looming over him.

Hazel eyes, of gold and green – colors of calm, peered down at him. A heart-shaped face, clear ivory the mind of the asset took in her details and felt distant stirrings of remembrance, before he could claim those memories they slipped away like smoke and ash. His brow furrowed as he stared up at her, watching her full pink lips formed that word again, "Bucky."

Time was losing meaning. Trying to scrape together what was left of his thoughts was like trying to hold onto water. His mouth opened, trying to do what she did and make sounds but even language it was impressed in him, so many words, in different tongues but they failed to come to him in that moment. There was a soft cooing – comfort and a warm palm against his cheeks. His blue eyes wide and frantic, he felt like he had exploded, shattered, that pieces of him were floating again but his body was remaining still. Scattered like dust on the wind.

Then suddenly everything seemed to still. The warmth was no longer just touching his cheek… he felt it both outside and in. A gentle motion somewhere within that gathered the pieces, not leaving a single one behind, they were all brought together, a pile of shards too small and too sharp to put back together but somehow it became clearer. Blinking his eyes he looked up, regarding her again. Something told him he knew this face, her face.

Again the soldier tried to speak and again she shushed him gently. Crystalline tears filled her eyes, one fell onto his chin and he was more aware of how it slid across his skin than he was of the gentle force piecing him back together. Somehow this was important… somehow she was important. What could he not figure out? His mouth ached with the question he seemed unable to ask.

"I know Bucky… I know…" she whispered, the words floated into his ears but did not fully register. He was captivated though by the smooth cadence of her voice. More tears slid down her cheeks. Without even thinking of knowing his metal arm reached up – the thumb brushed against her cheek.

"I won't let them destroy you." More words poured out of her mouth. He felt the weight of some of the fractured pieces of his mind dissolve, easing the burden. "I'll keep you safe…HYDRA won't take you Bucky." She said as slowly more and more pieces faded and the panic that had been building instead him lessened.

"Your memories will be safe with me, the machine can't break me… and you won't remember me next time they wake you…" she then said and her voice cracked and more of her hot tears hit his face. "A-And that's okay… I'll leave you this one memory… to guide you back to me. When you have the power to remember on your own… you'll find your way to me again." She said and then leaned down, her nose brushing his and her warm breath fanned over his face. He was fixated on her, whatever this way. Whatever she was saying it was imprinting itself on a deep part of him, somewhere deeper than his training, than their commands… somewhere, where he wasn't just a weapon - somewhere, where he was something else.

"Bucky, you'll know what to do. When you remember this… just know I love you. In ten years or in a thousand… whenever and wherever… No matter what the world is like. I'll be waiting." Her words then said, not coming from her mouth but impressing into his mind, tattooing themselves inside of him. Some permanent mark he would unknowingly carry with him from this day, until his last. The words spoke to something or someone else.

"I'll keep you safe." She said, her voice filling his ears before a softness was felt against his mouth.

Bucky….

WAKANDA – MAY 17th, 2016

"Bucky!" Steve exclaimed as his friend shot up out of the bed. Bucky tried to stable himself but fell as he tried to grasp the edge of the bed with a metal arm that was no longer there. The dark haired name grunted as he nearly collapsed to the ground but his friend was there to catch him before he fell out of the bed. His heart was racing as his head was filled with the images from his dream. Of that place…. Of her.

"Steve?" Bucky croaked his mouth and throat dry. "What happened?" he then asked, the last thing he remembered happening before the dream was the fight in Siberia… with Tony Stark. His arm had been destroyed….

"You've been out for three days. You were in pretty bad shape after fighting Stark." The blonde haired man said and eased his friend to a sitting position before pulling away and looking him over. Once he was sure that Bucky would not fall over once again he then reached for bottle of water and cracked it open before offering it to the dark haired male. "Drink." He advised lowly.

Taking the bottle with his real hand he brought it up to his lips. The water felt good on his dry throat. But he was reminded by the ghost of a memory, of hots tears hitting his jawline. His hand flexed denting the sides of the bottle before he lowered it.

"You alright Buck?" Steve then asked. Bucky looked to his oldest friend with conflicted look on his face.

"Where are we?" the Winter Soldier then asked.

"T'Challa, granted us asylum in his country. As far as the rest of the world knows though, we vanished from Serbia without a trace." He explained. "We are safe hear, for as long as we need too. They are even building you a new arm." Steve then continued to supply. Bucky heard the words but his mind was still replaying the images in his head over and over again. He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind. He stared at the wall as he tried to weave together what it all meant, what her words, the message she had left in him meant.

"What's the matter?" Steve asked, concern filling his voice. Bucky glanced to his friend and a sigh escaped him. Steve did not know all of it. There was so much about HYDRA and what they had done to him. Bucky had fragments, bits and pieces but he knew he was not whole. Had known it from the moment he had seen Steve on the bridge or pulled him from the river. Parts of him were missing, but maybe there was someone out there who could piece him back together.

"I had a dream." Bucky finally said. There was a moment of silence between the friends.

"What kind of dream?" the other asked.

"I think it was a memory." Bucky explained and looked to Steve. "From when I was with HYDRA…"

There was a silence as Steve waited for the other to gather his thoughts and speak again; "It was a girl. She was there with me. They were holding her as well. I wanted to see her… I knew who she was before they wiped me. I think she can help me Steve… help me remember…" he then said and there was simultaneously some hope that filled him and a weight that fell on his shoulders. Steve was contemplative about what was revealed.

"You sure Bucky? Sure that this dream was right?"

"More sure than I have felt in a long time." he replied, briefly he closed his eyes and he could feel it - that small, barely noticeable thread that was made of steel. It centered him now, and tugged him to what had kept him glued together. It all centered around a face with pink lips, dark hair and hazel eyes.

"We'll ask T'Challa, if HYDRA has more unknown facilities out there, there could be more people too. We'll find this girl-" Steve said as he stood from his chair at Bucky's bedside.

"Amelia." Bucky suddenly said cutting Steve off. Surprised he looked to his friend. "In the dream, I called her Amelia."

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