He was dragged in by guards, and Inna was alone in the MedBay when she was greeted by the sight. Set, his arms hauled by two guards, with two more trailing behind, pushing him along, after being gone only 48 hours.
"I suggest you leave, he isn't in the mood for strangers," one of the guards gruffly barked at her, and she scowled at him in anger.
"I'm not a stranger, I'm his medic. Leave him there and I'll tend to him," she spat back while pointing to his usual chair, as they dumped him and left, assumedly to alert the other Medics and Engineers that he had returned. Inna wet a cloth and approached him, instantly getting to work wiping him down, ready to be checked over. She pressed the cloth to his head, and the moment the cool fabric came into contact with his skin, she felt his grasp around her wrist. She was sent into a panic, ready to pull away, before realizing his grip was not firm, but quite the opposite, and he was more so holding her to capture her attention, rather than a sign of aggression.
"There was a man," he mumbled, not looking at her. He didn't need to look at her, he could feel her eyes on him, watching his every movement.
"On the bridge, during the mission, there was a man. He knew me. I…I knew him."
It wasn't possible. He wasn't supposed to remember anything, let alone a man on the bridge. What man, for that matter. Sitwell? Of course he would remember Sitwell, he was a leading figure in Hydra. If not Sitwell, then wh-
"I remember things. I remember…me…falling. I remember his shield," Set interrupted Inna's thoughts, seemingly focused on his own.
Shield? That could only mean…Captain America. And it all made sense to Inna, as Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers were known to have had a mission together not so long ago, and were both close to Fury, so of course they would be together at this point. But…how did Steve Rogers know the Winter Soldier…?
Then, so suddenly it made Inna jump, he clutched his head and let out a growl, a screech, a moan. Her eyes widened and she gasped in horror, as the memories he was having seemed to rip through his brain and cause him some sort of pain.
"SET! Set hey, hey, hey its okay. Set? Set! Listen to me, hey, shhhh, its okay," Inna tried her best to comfort him, taking his head in her hands and lifting his head to look at her. Her small hands were placed over his, and he moved his own so they were reversed, and his own large hands enveloped hers as they held his head solidly to look up into her eyes, to focus on her, to breathe in and out properly and rid him of his panicked and pained state. It gave him some sort of comfort, to have her eyes to look in, something he knew, something familiar that he could make sense of. She was his medic, and he knew that. He knew her, and she was a common denominator in the equation of his life. The memories of her were fresh and untouched, and it was a source of comfort as his mind threw new- or old- memories at him, memories that confused the hell out of him.
Inna looked into his blue eyes and was shocked by what she saw. Tears. Actual tears, that threatened to spill over and streak down his coarse cheeks.
Inna wanted nothing more than to hug him. Her empathy was her downfall in the world that surrounded her, and the world he lived in. He had no such thing, and he was rid of all empathy. But her? She was not a killer. She was only a medic. And her caring nature caused her to want to comfort her patient more than anything, because it was her job to alleviate his pain, as his medic. Emotional pain, though unexpected, was also part of the job.
"He called me Bucky," Set explained, his eyes darting from between her own. He couldn't focus, so he blurted out whatever was on his mind, and let her listen, as she wanted to do. "Not just on the bridge, but on a train. I fell, he…he reached for me, I think? It was cold. Then…Zola…I remember Zola, and…" he was piecing together bits of scattered memory, and all Inna could do was look into his eyes and let him tell his recounts. Listen.

He was out of line. He shouldn't have been telling her. He shouldn't have been revealing to her these things. He didn't even fully understand them himself. And he knew he shouldn't trust anyone. He was taught not to. Yet for all the times she'd patched him up, and the unusual…care, she had for him, the gentle nature of her touch, so different from past medics, it caught him off guard, and shook him into a temporary trust for her, especially in this moment. His mouth didn't seem to stop, as he recounted the things he was remembering, in pain, in confusion, in horror.
All until they heard footsteps.
And he stopped, completely still, his eyes flicking toward the doorway in sheer terror.
Inna did the same, and looked toward the doorway with a frown, knowing their time alone was to be cut short, and that he would reveal no more to her, even though there was so much more she wanted to know. Why did Steve call him 'Bucky?' How did he know Set? What was going on?
"Inna."
He used her name for the very first time, and it sounded so odd, so strange coming out of his lips in his deep voice, that Inna wasn't sure he had really said it at first. But she looked at him, and his eyes were locked onto her once again.
"What is it?"
"Don't let them do it," he mumbled, looking back at the door in worry, and then, suddenly taking both her wrists and shaking them, looking toward her pleadingly.
"Don't let them do it, it hurts, when they put me under, it hurts so goddamn much, DON'T LET THEM!" his words started a mere beg, but progressively got louder and louder. In seconds he was shouting and shaking her, despite her attempts to hush him.
"Set shh, Set!" She whispered aggressively, only out of fear those who were close approaching would quicken their pace to see what was going on. Inna pulled free one of her hands and clamped it over Set's mouth, leaning in close, and resting her forehead against his, her eyes wide, not nearly as wide as his though, full of surprise at her actions. He didn't know what to make of them, no one had ever gotten so close before. She looked at him with serious eyes, her proximity strengthening the seriousness of the situation.
"Keep quiet. I promise I'll try and figure out what's going on in your mind. For now, just try to be calm okay? Just try," her whispers were quick, hurried, as she heard the oncoming steps of her colleagues. Her other wrist twisted a bit, a signal for him to let go, in which he complied to.
With that, Inna wiped his forehead once more, and stood up slowly, being very careful when releasing his mouth. When she did, he kept it shut. Not a word was uttered from his lips. Instead, he sat back, looking up at her as she wiped the dirt and sweat from his brow, and then letting his eyes settle past her, and fade into a state of unfocused stare, as he dwelled upon his thoughts, and the two of them acted natural. At the door, her fellow medics and a few engineers bustled in to get to work, and Inna exchanged one last promising glance with Set before he was surrounded, and she stepped away to get ready to do her job as efficiently as possible.