Bucky was staring at his sister the whole ride back to the facility, his eyebrows furrowed and confusion etched on his face. He didn't quite understand why she had stopped him from completing their mission, or why the Captain seemed to know them on a personal level. A small part of him, however, felt like he knew exactly why Steve Rogers and his sister behaved the way they did, but for some reason, it seemed like it was locked away.

Lillian was staring down at her hands, lost in her own trail of thoughts. She felt heartbroken, especially after leaving Steve like they did. She knew how much he was hurting, and it made her hurt even more. A heavy sigh escaped her silently, and she looked up at her brother, meeting his intense gaze. She had no answers for him, he didn't remember like she did. She didn't even know how she remembered to be honest. It was like that hit on her head broken down some sort of barrier, and memories flooded in blindly.

After a moment, she forced herself to look away, unable to take the hard look he seemed to be giving her. The stare didn't go unnoticed by the agents that were also in the van with him, and she knew they were both in trouble once they get back.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned back, instead focusing on the memories that she was remembering before they were forcibly stripped away from her. She saw Steve's face flash in her mind, his bright eyes shining happily as his laugh echoed in her mind. He seemed happy in most of her memories, and it made a small grin appear on her face.

Flashbacks

Lillian felt Steve's breathy laugh against the back of her neck as he held onto her tighter, his fingers digging softly into her hips. She felt so incredibly happy to just lay in bed in his arms, and she felt at home.

"You know Buck is due to be back in about a half hour, sweetheart," he murmured against her, his lips brushing softly against skin. He knew that their sneaking around and all their touching was going to get them in trouble at some point in time, but he didn't seem to care at this moment. Everything felt more right when he was around her.

"Then we got about 29 minutes left to just lay here," she responded back with a soft murmur, giggling to herself when his lips tickled her neck as he kissed her. She got lost under his gentle touches, her eyes fluttering shut, and soon she felt her surroundings shift into a different memory.

Her eyes opened and bright blue eyes greeted her from above. That familiar smile stretched across Steve's face, and her own smile appeared automatically.

"Are you sure about this, Lily flower?" Steve asked her, his voice soft. He seemed nervous about this, he didn't want to force her into something she wasn't ready for.

"I've never been more ready, Stevie," she mumbled, her hands trailing his bare chest. She felt her heart beat rapidly in her chest, but she didn't feel nervous.

She felt loved.

End of Flashbacks

The jolt of the van coming to an abrupt stop made Lillian snap her eyes open, and those memories slipped away. She looked around and made eye contact with Bucky, who now seemed more worried than before. Before she could ask him anything, she felt rough hands grab her arms and tug her out of the back of the van and onto the cold ground.

"You both failed," a voice rumbled as it approached the twins, who were both on the ground now.

Lillian looked up and glared at the agent who was speaking, Brock Rumlow, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she looked back down, ready to take any sort of punishment that he would inflict on her.

Rumlow sighed and waved his hand, signaling for the two assassins to be forced on their feet. He was going to punish them, but he needed something that would make sure they wouldn't fail him again. He had to make the consequences worse this time. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Lillian, who was glaring right back at him. She was always the defiant one, with a stronger will. She was harder to control, and he was determined to break her once and for all.

"Erase his memories," he ordered, not breaking his eye contact with the female assassin, "Take her back to The Room."

Lillian tensed up and forced herself to look away, panic slowly setting in her bones. With these new found memories rushing through her mind, she remembered The Room, and how much pain it brought.

Apparently, so did Bucky, because as soon as they started to take him away, he started to fight his way out. He's only been in The Room one time, and he knew it was not a good place to be in. He could hear his sisters cries of pain echoing in his mind, so he struggled against the hands that held him to help her.

"Брат. Не делайте это хуже для себя (Brother. Don't make it worse for yourself)," she said softly. She didn't want him suffer for her actions. It was her fault that they failed and the Captain was still out of HYDRA's hands.

"Listen to your sister, Soldier. Don't make it worse for yourself," Rumlow said, grinning slyly as he watched the assassin get led away. He turned his gaze back to Lillian and hummed softly to himself, grabbing her upper arm rough enough to leave a bruise in the morning. "You, however, have made it much worse for yourself," he said as he led her down the dark hallway to The Room.

Lillian let out a soft grunt of pain as another blade sunk into her flesh, but she shook her head instead of crying out. She refused to give Rumlow the satisfaction of her crying, or showing weakness, because she knew that is all he wanted.

"Lillian Barnes," Rumlow said, leaving the blade sticking out of her leg so he could slowly walk around her. He had strapped her down to a chair and had been torturing her for a better part of the hour. He would not waste the opportunity to show his dominance over her.

Lillian licked her bottom lip before looking up at him, throwing him a smile. She knew his games, he was easily predictable, and she wasn't going to fall into the trap.

"Brock Rumlow," she mocked back, earning a hard slap across her cheek. She knew that she was crawling under his skin, and even though she was in immense pain, it was amusing.

"You could make this easy if you just...complied," he said, grabbing another sharp object off the nearby table that was holding various torture devices.

Lillian just huffed and blew some hair out of her face, her eyes never leaving his body. She was too weak to escape from her bonds, and she didn't want to make this situation worse for herself.

"But, we both know you are a tough cookie. We both know you don't like taking orders," he continued, turning to face her. He had a few blood stains across his cheek from the first time she had attacked him, before she had started to be stabbed relentlessly. "And we both know how much that's a big security issue for us. Why is it so hard for you to just, follow the rules?"

"I've never been the one to listen," she answered, which earned a humorless laugh from him.

"Oh yes, I've read your files. I know just how much you love to just do whatever you want," he said, a dark twinkle in his eyes, "Especially with a certain Avenger. You don't think my agents overheard your little talk with the Star Spangled Man? You're starting to remember, aren't you?" He took a moment to see if she would respond, but he was greeted with silence, so he continued, "That's too bad, because I didn't want to pull out the threats on you for this mission. I had hoped it would be a simple mission for you two , but I guess everyone has their downfalls."

Lillian was tense as she listened to him, and she started to get worried. She didn't like where this conversation was going, especially since she now knew that he seemed to know everything between her and Steve.

"But," he said, kneeling in front of her so they were eye level, "as much as it pains me to say this, you are the best we have. So, I have a proposition for you. We put you back under, get you back to The Winter mindset. You retrieve Captain America. We don't kill your brother. How does this sound?"

"You wouldn't hurt him," she hissed, flinching when he placed the sharp blade against her cheek.

"You and I both know I am willing to do whatever to get what I want," he said softly, his breath fanning against her skin as he gently pushed the blade against her cheek bone, watching a single trail of blood drip down her delicate skin.

"And what about Pierce?" she asked, clenching her jaw as to avoid the pain, "What would he say if you destroyed his most prized possession?"

Rumlow just laughed and slowly pulled back from her, shaking his head in amusement.

"He already gave me the go ahead," he said, looking over her beaten form. "So, what do you say? We got a deal?"

Lillian stared hard at the ground as she thought about her options. She loved Steve, but she loved her brother. She had to protect him against HYDRA, at all costs, even if it meant capturing her love.

"Yes," she said, her voice shaking as she came to the agreement.

"Good," Rumlow said, patting her cheek happily before plunging the knife into her hand, causing her to let out a soft whimper. "I'm glad we came to this agreement. Someone will be in shortly to retrieve you and treat the wounds you got from your mission. It was good talking to you again, Winter."

Lillian didn't watch him as he left The Room, but as soon as she was alone, she let herself release a shaky breath. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But she knew she couldn't. Instead, she let out a long groan and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of any sort of way that she could save Steve and protect Bucky.

She needed to send a message out to Natasha. Even though the red head may not trust her at the moment, Lillian trusted her to protect Steve from HYDRA's advances. Or maybe she could break Bucky out of this shit hold, make him run and hide, and take any punishment Rumlow or any other agent would throw at her.

She would sacrifice herself to save either one of her boys, and that's exactly what she planned to do.

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