Bucky couldn't stop staring at it. The red stains on his hands and on his clothes made him sick to the stomach. He'd killed many people, caused and witnessed more bloodshed than the marks on his skin, but this was different. This was the blood of someone who meant more to him than any of it. The blood that belonged to someone he cared about, someone he loved.

It hadn't been long since he'd been taken from that room after watching them take Rosalie's lifeless body and lift her onto a table before wheeling her away. He watched her cold hand dangle off the side as they left him sitting in front of the pool of blood she'd left behind.

He didn't know what to do. He was beyond angry, so much so that he didn't know what to do first. Bucky couldn't remember losing someone else he cared about before, he could only ever remember Rosalie and now she was gone completely.

He wanted to fight against them, fight for Rosalie and keep their dream of getting away alive. But he didn't care about himself now, he didn't care what he had to go through or turn into. He just wanted to forget.

''Barnes!''

Bucky's mind was brought back to the present when the man across from him raised his voice.

''Are you aware of what's going to happen now?''

It took a moment for Bucky to take his eyes away from his bloodstained hands and look up.

''Where did you take her?'' he asked.

''This isn't about the girl,'' the man folded his arms.

''Where did you take her?'' Bucky asked again more forcefully.

''A team is working on getting the technology used on her out of her body. Once that's done, well, I'm sure you know how a burial works. Now, we're planning to get you out of here and into another country as soon as possible-''

''I want to see her one last time,'' Bucky looked up. ''I want to see her and then I'll go, I'll do whatever you want me to.''

The man in charge stood back, looking at Bucky as if his request was insane. He was expecting a fight, at least an argument, but not a calmness like Bucky was exhibiting. It was as if everything had been drained from him.

''Why would I allow that?'' he asked.

''Because you killed her, and you owe me this,''

''I owe you nothing!''

''I won't fight against anything anymore, this is all I ask,''

The man walked closer to Bucky, standing above him intimidatingly.

''I know you're aware of the process used to eliminate memories,'' he reminded. ''Trust me, this won't matter to you by tomorrow,''

Bucky didn't flinch at the man's words. He knew they'd use that against him, and he didn't consider it to be frightening anymore. There would be less pain and suffering if they wiped his memories, it would relieve him of his guilt and he wouldn't see Rosalie dying in his arms every time he closed his eyes. But even if he wouldn't remember it tomorrow, he still wanted to see her again, to say goodbye.

''One last time,''

Rosalie's death didn't have the same impact on everyone else at the facility as it did on Bucky. They treated her as another casualty of their war against anyone who fought against Hydra. The only special treatment she got was a medical team extracting the tech underneath her skin that was apparently only being trialed on her and as a result of her death it had been ruled ineffective.

It had only been a few hours since it all happened, but when Bucky walked into the medical room to see her, he felt like he hadn't been near her in years. Her body was pale and still stained with blood, they'd left her in the same clothes she died in.

Bucky slowly made his way over to her side, looking over her chest and seeing where the bullet ended everything. She looked peaceful though, despite everything. Both her and Bucky had trouble sleeping, they always had nightmares and dreams that they didn't understand. But at least now she could sleep forever without enduring that again.

He reached his arm out to touch hers, realizing he'd used his metal arm instead. He didn't think he'd ever get used to not being able to feel it. Rosalie's skin was cold as he grabbed her hand, wishing she would respond.

''I'm sorry,'' he told her quietly, knowing no one was here to listen. ''I won't ever stop being sorry. I never got to tell you the dreams I had about you too. I didn't get to tell you much at all. I should have protected you better instead of dragging you into it all at once. I wish that bullet hit me instead,''

Bucky wasn't very talkative to anyone, he didn't like saying things that could come back to him and he didn't know who he could trust, but he had to say these things while he was here. He'd never see her again and he wanted to make sure that he apologized for what he'd gotten them into.

Outside the room however, two men stood near the door, watching on through the window. They wondered why Bucky cared so much about Rosalie. They'd both been through so much brainwashing and memory loss that specialists didn't think they'd ever feel remorse or compassion, but here they were. Rosalie and Bucky remembered each other through everything. Their bond was stronger than the machines and all the scientists could narrow it down to was the experiments they'd gone through together. However they couldn't work together, and that was a problem considering that was the sole purpose for turning the two of them into weapons.

''Sir, why did we agree to this when his memories are getting wiped as soon as he gets out, he wouldn't remember a thing,'' one man spoke.

''Because I'm letting him keep her in his memory, that's what all of this was for. We found his drive, the one thing he cared about and apparently no matter how much his memory is wiped, he can still remember her, so I'm going to have him remember her like this. He'll be more powerful than ever, he'll cooperate,''

''He'll turn on us! He knows we shot her, we can't allow him to remember that,''

''I'm not allowing him to remember that, I'm allowing him to remember her. The circumstances of her death will be wiped and he'll be convinced of another story, one that will drive him even further. Everything we've done in the past two days have lead to this and I won't accept any mistakes,''

The other man moved back, his eyes turning to look into the room again.

''Yes sir,''

Bucky continued staring at Rosalie, trying to convince himself that she was really gone. She looked like she could just wake up, as if she was in a deep sleep. But to his disappointment, she remained still on the table. He tried to ignore the marks on her skin where the medical team had taken the tech under her skin, cutting her and ruling their experiment a failure as if she was only a lab rat to them.

''I don't deserve to make it out of here, not without you,''

''What are you doing to her? Help her!''

Rosalie could barely hear Bucky's voice as she was wheeled out of the room, something sharp poking into her arm. There was muttering voices around her, whispering things she couldn't understand. Her hearing came and went every now and then until she realized she was in and entirely different room. She opened her eyes just enough to turn her head, as weak as she was, to look for Bucky.

''Where?'' she asked, trying to move her arm.

''Don't move,'' a nurse grabbed her. ''You'll make it worse for yourself,''

Rosalie looked up at her.

''What's happening to me?'' she whispered.

''I'm not authorized to explain that to you-''

''I want Bucky,'' Rosalie tried to move again. ''Where is he?''

''I need an agent in here to restrain her!'' the nurse called out. ''This isn't going to work if you keep moving. I though you'd been administered with a sedative already,''

An agent walked into the room and worked to strap Rosalie's wrists to her side so the nurse could continue, but she wouldn't stop looking around.

''I don't want to die without Bucky,'' she slurred, the sedative kicking in. ''I don't want...to die...''

The pain was unbearable.

Bucky's body pushed against the restraints around his wrists and waist at each round of electrical shocks that went through his head. His teeth ached from biting down on the piece of plastic that had been pushed into his mouth before they begun and his voice was breaking and fading as he screamed.

The worst part was that this was just the beginning of a long and tiring process.

Bucky fell in and out of consciousness as the machine stopped and started on him again and again. The pain was still excruciating, but it slowly became familiar enough that he didn't react as badly. Every time he opened his eyes when the pain stopped, he realized he was sitting in the chair with a man in front of him, asking him questions.

''Who are you?''

''Buck-''

The pain began again.

''Who are you!''

''B-''

Pain. Every time he answered with his name, there was pain.

Three weeks later

It had been a full day since Bucky had experienced the same pain as the days before. There were no more electrical shocks, no more binding to a chair and screaming and bleeding from how hard he bit into the plastic in his mouth. He didn't feel much now. He didn't know where he was but he knew exactly what he was there for. He was a weapon and they needed him, and he wanted to fight.

''Who are you?''

The voice broke through to Bucky as he looked up from his chair, staring at the man in front of him with blank, tormented eyes.

''I'm a soldier,''

''Who do you work for?''

''Hydra,''

''What do you do?''

''Whatever needs to be done,''

There was a long silence after he answered as the man nodded to himself, satisfied with Bucky's answers.

''Who is Rosalie Waters?''

Bucky looked up with wide eyes, the name hitting him hard as he remembered. The blood, him holding her, her face draining of color, being dragged away from him.

''Someone I cared about,''

''What does she mean to you?''

''Everything,''

''Where is she?''

''Gone,''

''Where?'' the man asked again.

''She's dead,'' Bucky looked away.

''How did she die?''

Bucky took a moment, looking down at the floor and closing his eyes. He hated himself, he didn't want to admit it out loud as he had over and over in his head.

''She was shot in the chest, the bullet scraped her heart and she bled to death,'' the man filled the silence, trying to provoke something. ''But whose fault was it? Why did Rosalie die? Answer me!''

Bucky's hands were trembling as he looked up at the man again, standing up and clenching his fists.

''Because I killed her!''

Hey guys, so I'm fairly sure that the next chapter I'm going to go into the CA:TWS storyline and it'll get a lot more interesting. Please review!