A/N: I only own the story, not any of the characters, Marvel does. And I am not Marvel, though I really wish I was. Well, I hope you enjoy this fanfic, and I hope it's good :)
Steve walked into the diner, where he would be meeting Bucky and Natasha, his partner and girlfriend, in only a couple of minutes.
Steve waited at the front of the restaurant, and looked to the left, where there was a colorful jukebox playing some band named 'The Beatles'. Steve smiled at the machine, glad that there was at least something from eighty years ago, not just the new iPods or MP3s or whatever you call them.
He saw Natasha walking up to the diner, and she strolled through the door. She smiled at Steve, and they waited only a couple of seconds before noticing a silver Toyota speeding towards the driveway, and parked into an available parking spot.
Bucky walked through the door, and the men near the counter, who were eyeing Natasha with interest, suddenly looked terrified and faced back at the front of them. Even though Steve knew there was nothing to be afraid of, he did admit the huge metal arm did look a bit threatening.
They sat in the corner of the room, trying not to gather that much attention. It was hard at first, what with two Avengers and the man who basically left Washington D.C. into ruins, but after a while, people began to mind their own business, and left the three of them alone.
After the attention of the three died down, Steve and Natasha began again doing what they had been doing for the past month: trying to get Bucky's memory back.
It was confusing process. First, they reminded Bucky of something, trying to give him all details possible. Now, there were two things that could happen. Bucky would not remember at all, and they would keep trying, or two, where a sudden flashback would come to his head, and he would remember completely. Sometimes, all they had to do was mention the incident and he would remember on the spot, but most of the time, it took about five minutes of explaining. But, the happy part is when Bucky remembered, and he was glad he had another memory in his brain.
So, they began the trip down memory lane once again, trying to get him to remember the incident when Steve and Bucky were five years old in Brooklyn.
It was a rather hilarious incident, and soon all three of them were laughing their heads off, and everyone was happy. Well, that is until Steve ran his waist into the table by accident.
When this happened, Steve groaned and winced in pain, and Natasha, who was sitting to his right, immediately started asking if Steve was alright.
Bucky looked at both of them, confused on why Steve was in pain just because he ran into a table. He always was a bit clumsy, and he was a super soldier, so it should only hurt a bit. But this time, everyone seemed really strange about it. Even Natasha looked worried, when she was always calm and cool about things. What was going on?
"Will it start bleeding again?" She asked.
"No, the last time it bled was a week ago, I think it is healing." Steve muttered.
"Hey, what's going on?" Bucky finally asked, and the two of them looked up, completely forgetting he was there.
"It's nothing, just a minor wound." Steve said.
Bucky was quiet for a minute or two, before asking, "From me?"
"It is just from the incident a month ago." Natasha said.
"What happened?" Bucky said.
"It was nothing; just… something… happened to my waist then, that's all." Steve said slowly, unsure on how to say it.
But, then, it was one of those rare occasions when Bucky remembered imminently. He knew why Steve's waist was in pain. He had shot him.
Steve saw the look in his face, and knew Bucky did remember. Steve moaned, wishing that Bucky wouldn't remember what had happened that day, because Steve and Natasha had been trying to ignore the subject for days. Bucky knew he had hurt Steve, but they only let on the minor injuries. But it seemed now that Bucky remembered everything that day perfectly.
"Bucky…" Steve murmured, but Bucky was already backing away from the table.
"You said it was minor." Bucky muttered.
"It's nothing." Steve said, trying to smile, but it seemed his face was broken, and unable to make any reactions form on his face, except maybe worry and pain.
"You said it had been bleeding." He said, pointing at Natasha, who looked frightened.
"Only a couple of times, but he is fine, aren't you Steve?" She asked, pleading silently that Steve wouldn't be an idiot.
"Of course I am." Steve said a little too quickly, and the three of them all noticed.
Bucky stood up to leave.
"Bucky wait!" Steve called after him, as Bucky walked away from the table. The diner hushed down a little, some people watching what was going on.
"It's okay; I'm alright, just come back!" Steve called, desperately. He began to run up to Bucky.
"I don't want to hurt you again, Steve. Just leave me alone." Bucky said.
"Bucky, just try to-"
"Leave me alone!" Bucky yelled, and Steve jumped back. Bucky then quickly ran out of the diner, and Natasha was holding Steve back, telling him that Bucky needed time to be alone.
Bucky ran down the driveway, to his car. He entered, and started the engine. Bucky glanced up at the review mirror, but looked at his own reflection, instead of one car backing out.
He was pale, long bangs slightly covering his eyes. He glanced in the mirror at his left, metal arm. He looked at his reflection again, and glared hard at it. He punched it as hard as he could, smashing the glass and making small shards covering the car's carpet.
He banged his head on the steering wheel, resting it there, and began to sob, only one thought going through his head: Why am I such a monster?
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