Notes: Takes place directly after CA:TWS final after credit scene **SPOILERS**
Walking though the Captain America exhibit, the man stopped at a glass sheet with white text and a photo of a man who look very similar to him. As he read the words he tried to make sense of them. He closed his eyes and focused on the name James Buchanan Barnes but he didn't feel anything in connection to the name. He tried saying it quietly "Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes" as he said the words a splitting pain radiated from his head. Gritting his teeth, the man shoved his hands into the pockets of a stolen hoodie, and left the museum.
The pain dulled from white hot to discomfort. He Crouched in the ally by the museum and covered his eyes with the bill of his hat. "Buchanan" he tried again, less pain this time. "Bucky" the man whispered. The feeling of a wide leather belt whipping his back came to the front of his mind. He could feel ghost pains of the belts sting pierce through his sweatshirt. He wanted to call out and cry but he didn't. The man curled into a tighter ball and resisted the urge to say the name again.
Tears welled in his eyes; he didn't have a name anymore. He refused to address himself as the Winter Soldier. Not after seeing a news report on the damage he caused. Which left him with nothing, not one word that belonged to him. As the pain in his back ebbed away, he searched his mind for something to hang onto.
Eyes popping open, he let out the first thing his brain could understand, "Steve" the man gasped. A strange warmth built in his chest. It wasn't painful; he had found something to hang onto.
