The next day, Sabrina awoke alone in bed. Tony left a note saying he had a meeting, which she promptly ripped into tiny pieces and threw away. Packing her bag, she caught a cab to the airport and boarded her jet, returning back to Stark Tower.

"JARVIS?"
"Yes, Sabrina?"

"I'm going to need you to play something as soon as Tony comes home, okay?"

"I estimate he'll return this afternoon. What would it be?"

"This," she replied confidently, inserting a memory chip into a computer, "Promise me you won't play it until he gets here? And make sure he listens all the way through?"

"I promise."

"Thank you, JARVIS."

"Of course." Sprinting upstairs, she shoved armful after armful of designer clothing, shoes, and jewelry into suitcases, boxes, backpacks, and handbags. Tony had treated her quite well up until now, and she intended to remove all traces of herself from his life. After DUM-E helped her load all of her luggage into her jet, (another gift from Tony,) she moved into a living room.

"JARVIS, would it be possible to replace all images of me with those of a certain Pepper? Tony's ex?"

"I won't ask any questions," replied JARVIS as all of the electronic photo frames began changing themselves.

"Tony wouldn't happen to have any hard copies of photos, would he?"

"Luckily, no, he's made the change to having everything be electronic."

"Perfect. I need every trace of me removed from this house until I give you the 'go' signal."

"As you wish."

"Thank you again, JARVIS."

"Of course." Running back upstairs, she scrawled a note to Pepper on an index card.

Pepper,

Just wanted to let you know that Tony was cheating on you with me during his Paris trip, and on me with you. We were together for at least three months. Do what you want with that information. We're over.

Sabrina (Bruce's Assistant)

She left the note taped to a box of feminine products, then stepped into her jet.

"JARVIS, tell Bruce I'm resigning, would you?"

"Consider it done. Au revoir, Sabrina."

"Bon voyage, JARVIS."

Holding the key to her old apartment, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She walked into her living room, towing a non-gravitational hoverboard loaded with her belongings, one of Tony's latest inventions. However, someone was sitting on the couch.

"Hello, Sabrina." She jumped, then began moving slowly backwards.

"Jesus! Who the fuck are you? Wait, this is my apartment! What are you doing?!"

"We're here to take you on a little...vacation. I believe you know someone by the name of James Buchanan Barnes?"

"What?" The man stood up and adjusted his suit before striding over to her. His face was covered in a mask, and his hands were gloved. Nervously she skittered backwards, then bolted towards the door. A sharp pain in the back of her neck stopped her as she felt her eyes begin to droop.

"Amnesia...hmmm." She blacked out.

When Sabrina awoke, she was handcuffed to the wall of a dark room, face pressed against the concrete, one single spotlight illuminating her.

"I see you're awake," came the strange man's voice, "I believe that you do not remember James. However, it is possible that we can trigger that memory."

"Please, I don't know who that is! I can pay, please let me go, I'll do anythi-"

"Oh, Sabrina, we can't let you go now. You have information locked away in your head that we need. For our research. You did quite a good job hiding him away in your little apartment, but you can't hide him in your head. There are only so many places to put things in there," he replied smoothly, tapping his head. "And so, since it would be impossible for us to find your trigger word, we will have to resort to stress, fear, and pain, which were the emotions you felt when you first met him, no?"

"Please, please-"

"Ah ah ah," he tutted, "We don't speak out like that. Why don't we start now, then?"

"No! No, stop! Please!"

"Just a little test. It won't hurt."

"Please, no, please," she babbled, desperate as he removed her handcuffs from the wall and led her toward a glass box, "Please stop, please, I'll do anything."

He opened a door in the side of the tank, shoving her inside firmly and smoothly even as she protested. Locking the door, he moved back towards the wall and pressed a button. Looking down, Sabrina noticed a small trickle of water enter the box. Eyes wide, she pounded on the glass.

"You're insane! Let me out! Please, please!" The man left the room. Screaming, she pounded her fists against the door. The water trickled in slowly, half a centimeter high. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Sabrina, think. Think. There's always a way out. Always. Be-be calm. Oh my God."

Bucky sat up, hearing the phone ring. No one knows this number… Cautiously, he picked up, staying silent.

"Hello, James." Who is this? It's...familiar. "James, do you remember me? From HYDRA?" Crap. Got to go, got to get out. "Don't leave yet, James. We have something you forgot. Or who forgot you." He cocked his head, frozen. "Do you remember Sabrina?" Bucky's fist tightened around the handle, crushing the phone into two pieces, cutting off the man.

"Damn," he muttered before leaving the cabin and setting off at a sprint towards the one place he never wanted to return to: HYDRA's New York headquarters. He knew exactly where they were holding her, the same room he had been in, the one room they used for all their top-security prisoners. He knew how to get in. Getting out would be the only problem.