Here's the next chapter, I'm going to try and update every week if possible and soon Nat will be introduced. All of Bucky's thoughts are in Italic. Please your opinions on how the story is going so far!

It had been two days since Steve had found Bucky. They've found a secure room in the avenger compound. The room itself is pretty plain but it has cameras in all the corners and strong re-enforced glass separated the bedroom to give an observation area that is safe. In the room, there is a single bed with monitors on either side for Bucky's heartbeat and brain waves. During the two days he remained as lifeless as he was the moment Steve saw him in the Hydra base. It was worrying to say the least, many doctors had examined him thoroughly and determined that the extreme torture to his brain has had a negative effect and that perhaps with time he may heal depending on his super serum. It was evident in the scans that it wasn't just his brain that had been tortured, but most of his body was covered in scar tissue. Even if there was life in his eyes again, he would not be the man Steve remembered, he would definitely have psychological issues for a long period of time. The thought of that made Steve shiver with guilt; he knew he would never forgive himself for what Bucky had been through.

Steve's focus is now on Bucky's recovery and only that. If there is even a tiny part of Bucky left, Steve knows he will make the most of it.

Lying there motionless on the bed I feel nothing. It's like being in the dark abyss, floating in-between life and death. All the voices around me sound so far away. I know they are there, but I can't understand what was being said. My mind is bare, the only memory is pain, and I'm not even sure what's causing it. It's unimaginable pain burning in my brain with each second. All I want to do is scream but nothing is coming out of my mouth. When my eyes are open all I see is white, almost like a blanket protecting my vision from danger. Trying to understand how I got to where I am is quite tricky. I don't even know who I am. Had I been someone brave, or had I been a coward. Was I someone who people admired, or was I someone who people hated. Did I believe in good, or did I just care about myself. Who am I?

The first sign of life came at an unexpected time, the doctors were preparing to take some blood from Bucky to try and determine how he was recovering or even if, when his arm went from being limp and frail to having a strong grip on the poor nurse tasked with extracting his blood from his arm, the grip was so strong she could see the bruising already forming. Quickly, four large men came into the room, and tried to restrain the Soldier, his strength unparalleled with anything they had seen. It took three of them to attempt to undo his grip, and it wasn't even his metal one. But his grip remained strong and vigilant.

It was at that moment that Steve entered, with his regular coffee mug in one hand and a newspaper in the other, seeing the four men looming over his body holding him down with all there force. He suddenly dropped all the contents in his hands but that gained no attention from the men.

"What the hell are you doing? Get off him! Now!" Steve immediately went into action and threw the men off of Barnes, not caring for what they were doing there nor noticing the small amount of life that was being shown in Bucky's body.

As quickly as they arrived, they left clearly shocked at the anger Steve just showed and not wanted to be in there any longer, grunting and mumbling unhappily on the way out.

"We do our job and this is how we are treated, unbelievable"

"He may be Captain America but he has no manners!"

"Bucky?" Steve's voices cracked with emotion at seeing his best friend showing a small sign of life.

His eyes were different, and there was undeniable emotions of anguish and frantic with terror. Just through his eyes, Steve felt like he could see a world. One of horror that frightened him to his core. This is what Bucky is feeling, all the unimaginable pain locked inside unable to communicate or even know he is safe.

I feel something? I'm not quite sure what is happening but I felt something more than the emptiness. Perhaps it was the pain subsiding. There are people around me; at least that's what I think. I tried to shout, to let them know I'm here but nothing came out. I can still only see white and the voices still felt so far away. And yet something in me makes me think that I'm making progress. Was it just in my imagination? Or was something changing in me? I feel something on me, I'm not sure what and my first instinct is to get it off me. I have no idea if I'm actually moving or if it's just in my head. I can't feel myself move, so have I? What is wrong with me, why am I like this?

Someone hurt me! Are they going to hurt me again? I don't even remember who they were but all I know is that they hurt me. Am I still with them? Is that why I can't remember? Why can't I remember?

And as quickly as he had felt something, it was gone and he was back to just being engulfed in pain and nothingness.

"Buck?"

The small sign of life had dissipated and all that was left was the limp lifeless body, with his green eyes once again empty. His grip on the poor nurse had gone and she was finally able to free her arm.

"What happened?"

"I don't know sir, one minute we were trying to take his blood, and the next minute he was attacking me out of nowhere, I'd never seen anything like it," The nurse was visibly shaken and had taken 3 steps back to be further away from Bucky's body. She knew nothing was broken but she definitely not looking forward to taking his blood again.

"His grip was so tight I thought he was going to break my arm!"

"I'm sorry. If he knew what he had done, the Bucky I know would have stopped."

"I know, your friend has been through a lot, of course he's going to have issues, Mr Rogers,"

"Please just call me Steve, you should really get that arm checked though!"

"Okay Steve," Blushing as she spoke, it felt unreal to call by his first name considering how handsome he was. "My names Ann, I'll leave you two along and get checked out, if you need any help or if he has another episode just press that black button on the wall near his bed and guards will come again." She didn't know why said all that, he was captain America after all, she was sure he could deal with him on his own.

Holding his hand tenderly as not to scare him further, Steve sat down on the nearby chair that he had occupied for hours before, and started to reminisce their childhood memories hoping that the life in his eyes would come back.

"You know, when we were young, you always used to be the one that looked after me, and made sure I was okay. And when I was really bad you used to hug me really tight and just keep saying everything was going to be all right. I knew that you would always be there for me no matter what."

Steve sighed. Part of him thought this was pointless; it hadn't worked the last two days, so why would it work now. That wasn't a spark of life he had just shown but a spark of fear and alarm. And yet he couldn't bring himself to stop, so he carried his one-way conversation.

"You remember when you once bribed a neighbor to keep quiet when I accidently smashed one of their front windows. It was after school one day and you insisted on showing me how to kick a ball properly so that when we did it in school the next day I wouldn't look bad. It was such a thoughtful thing to do that I didn't really understand at the time. But you didn't want my feelings to get hurt if I couldn't kick as far as the others boys. When I kicked the ball straight threw the neighbors window I knew my mum would give me a right shouting. But all you were bothered by was that that was by far the furthest kick I'd done and was immensely proud. I was so scared, but you kept insisting that I wouldn't get in trouble and next thing I knew you were cleaning their house for the next two weeks. When I asked you about, you know what you said? 'Well Stevie, this is what best friends are for'.

You always had my back, Buck, and because of that you will also hold a special place in my heart. You saved me so many times my mom had no idea I was such a troublemaker, though she did know I was no angel."

Once he had finished his story, Steve looked at him, hoping to see some kind of life or anything to show he was listening but yet again there was nothing. He shouldn't have been shocked, but he still felt his heart drop in disappointment.