TheLightBehindHerEyes: I will not take those feels back. I am very happy to see you're reviewing again though! I missed it. :)

Steve stood in the Smithsonian, admiring the exhibit. He didn't know how to feel about it. Bucky's face stared back at him from the glass mural. A woman stood next to him in a blue beanie, wavy red hair slipping through it.

"Bucky Barnes was the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country," a voice said from a speaker under the glass, the woman's nose was bright red as she rubbed it against her sleeve. He turned to her, recognizing her almost instantly.

"Do you come here often?" He asked her as she looked at him with her almond shaped hazel eyes. She wore a navy blue coat and black jeans, a silver chain peeked out from the collar.

"Of course, I've gotta see my boy, Stevie," she said with a sad laugh. "I'm here almost everyday." She walked over to the mannequin who wore a similar coat to the one she had on, his painted face looked away from her and up at the ceiling.

"He wouldn't want you to be like this." She looked at him with a raise eyebrow. He could see how tired she was, blue and purple veins showed under her skin which was almost grey in tone.

"He wouldn't want you too either," she retorted. "It's not just for him. I need a reminder of what I've lost to keep me on track."

"You didn't say goodbye before you left," he began as he pulled her into a hug. He was so warm compared to her frigid body.

"I'm sorry but the world was calling for me elsewhere." He smiled and she gave him a small one in return.

"Well, next time write me a letter," he barked. "I was worried. It's hard to find people who know what it's like."

"We're old," she laughed. He told her how Natasha had called him a fossil and now he understood why she had taken it personally when Stark had two years ago. "And you thought I was being dramatic!"

"I know! I'm sorry!" He said putting his hands up in surrender.

"Shhh! This a memorial!" An elderly woman snapped, Steve pushed his baseball cap down and Genevieve apologized.

"She's got a point." He mentioned as he walked away, her hands hovered over Bucky's face on the small screen as he smiled. She missed his toothy smile, the way his cheeks dimpled and his head swayed. Millie did that too but it was so much rarer. She wanted to tell Steve everything she knew but decided against it. He deserved to live a peaceful life.

They walked together. She told him he looked cute before the serum which he shook off, disagreeing entirely. Bucky was always the first pick, she had done it too.

"The world's changed so much. I don't know how you do it," he said.

"I have too, if not for me- for everyone else." They sat down and watched a video reel. She recognized some of the children she had saved, a smile coming to her face. Her shoulder nudged him and she pointed to the small girl. "That's little Aliza, I took her from the Warsaw Ghetto when she was two. She's not so little anymore; got grandkids, everything you could want out of life." They were quiet for a moment. "That's why I do it, Steve."

He nodded in understanding. It was for the little guy, the underdogs. What he had been before the serum. Steve got up and told her it was nice to see her. They parted ways and she left the museum while he went through more videos, wanting to prepare himself to see Peggy.

She stood on the steps looking up at the sky before putting on her sunglasses and walking back to her hotel.

The man laid on the bed, still handcuffed with his eyes covered. He was awake now, she pulled the gag out and removed the blindfold. She grabbed some clothes from under the bed for him.

"We're leaving tonight. Get dressed," the handcuffs popped open as she turned the key. William rubbed his wrists as she pulled some food from the mini fridge and threw it onto his lap. He tore open the wrapper to the cheap sandwich, taking in gulps of food. She turned to him and reminded him to chew as she grabbed a change of clothes.

"Zola's in Camp Lehigh," he told her. She scoffed at him like she had before.

"He's dead. I told you that."

"His body did. The rest of him is in New Jersey." She turned to him, her brows knitted together and her mouth contorted in a mix of disgust and confusion.

"What the fuck does that mean? Your body is you- what else is there?" He told her how Pierce had told him of Zola. It wasn't very useful and if anything it just confused her even more.

"So," she dragged out the vowel," what you're telling me is." She paused trying to process it. "He's a computer?"

"Exactly."

"You've had one too many bad trips, WIlliam. I'm sorry about that, truly I am. It might've fried you." He looked agitated immediately as she talked down to him.

"I knew about this before you took me hostage."

"Fine, we'll go." She said with an exasperated sigh. He quickly put his clothes on and they huddled into a car she had stolen off the streets months ago and had kept hidden in an abandoned parking garage nearby. She had a small messenger bag with her. It was full of children's clothes and food for Millie; guns and a small USB drive for her.

The car ride was quiet as they drove up to the deserted military faculty. She left him outside chained to some railing as she explored it with a flashlight in her hand. There was a room hidden by an old SHIELD office, she was surrounded by data banks. The drive was a copy of what she had given Stark years ago with some added information from her travels. She put it in a USB slot that was much more modern than everything around it.

It turned on with a grunt-like nose as the processors began to work. A small camera at the top of the computer looked at her.

"Stormberg, Genevieve Alexandra. Born 1691." She was blinded as the screens turned green and turned away slightly. She hadn't used that name in centuries; how could it know?

"You told me much, Frauline," it said to her, the voice brought chills to her even with the distorted tone it carried. She knew who it was.

"Zola?"

"I'm surprised you still remember me, Evie," he mocked her, dragging out her name in a playful tone. "Do you remember our time together?"

"In the Red Skull's laboratory." It tsked her.

"Your time with the Soldier then?" Her eyes widened. "That's why you're here isn't it?"

"The girl; where is she, Zola?" She could hear footsteps now.

"Closer than you realize." Her shotgun clicked as she loaded it. "That will do you little good, Frauline."

"How'd you do it?" She screamed, jumping down and tearing a small hole in the metal paneling. A handful of wires in her hand.

"It was simple really. After our success with the new fist of HYDRA we realized, that with the aid of technology far ahead of it's time, you could be brought back to us." She thought back to the machine Millie had showed her.

"The machine you put him in what does it do?" It laughed.

"The Memory Suppression Machine does exactly what the name says it does, Frauline. It's why you're here now. You spent years in our care." She could hear a video playing and went back to the platform to see the Soldier on top of her, there was no fight. He even seemed to be gentle. His face was hidden behind a curtain of hair. She gasped as she saw more the video, she was enjoying herself. Had that machine really erased that much of her memory? She had always blamed the time gap she felt on the chemicals used in Vietnam and her not caring for herself after James' death. Not now though. "You became rather docile with us with time even mothering the next generation."

"The girl?"

"Not girl. Weapon," he corrected. People were kicking at the door now, a battering ram was being brought down. She hid behind the platform, her gun positioned at the door. It tore itself open as men swarmed the room, shooting at her. The one person she wasn't expecting to be there stood in the doorway.

Her body was slammed against the wall without any warning. Bright blue eyes bored into hers as she lost consciousness.