Bucky's POV:
It took all of my strength not to rush to her side as I walked back into the hospital.
Clint mentioned she had been remembering a few things here and there since she woke up.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Steve asked as he held onto Becca as we walked down the hall to a familiar room.
Nat, Steve, and I had thought about bringing the twins to see her might help. Just like Tony suggested earlier.
"I don't know. I feel so sad that she lost her memories. But the twins miss her. Maybe Tony's right. If she sees them, maybe she'll remember…." I replied as Clint came rushing down the hall with his phone in his hand only to see us, and sag in relief.
"Maybe…" I muttered back, tightening my hold on Jamie.
"Clint, what's wrong?" Nat asked as she looked at us.
"I need you and you to come with me." He said pointing at me and Steve.
I stared down at Jamie before laying him in the double mini stroller. Steve followed suit with Becca.
"How is she?" I asked as I looked up, while strapping them into the stroller.
"Charlie told her about you and the kids. He also told her about our parents dying… I don't know how she will react, but you were the only one who knew how to calm her down… maybe you can help. Leave the kids out here for now." He instructed as he turned to go back towards the room.
A loud screech caused me to stiffen and rush back towards the room with Clint and Steve.
We could hear her as we neared, she sounded really agitated as we walked in.
"Fuck being rash! What happened to mom and dad!" A familiar voice screeched from the corner of the room.
A few nurses and doctors attempted to moved in until Clint shook his head.
"My sister needs her husband. If you stop them from being together you may derail all or any progress she's made so far." He said, silently telling me to move forward.
"Arie, where are you going?" Charlie asked, calmly.
"Let's move." Clint said as I silently moved towards hee.
As I moved in, she looked over at me, and it was as if only she existed in that moment. Everything else disappeared around me.
"What the hell did you do, Charlie?" Clint asked Charlie, tensely.
He looked ready to put an arrow into his ass. Which amused me to no end.
I ignored whatever was happening between them and turned to focus on my beautiful doll.
"Doll, it's me." I said, moving closer to her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she blatantly cheeked me out. Her inquisitive eyes spotted every detail.
"Who are you?" She asked, dazed.
My brow furrowing as she stared me down. Suddenly feeling vulnerable under her gaze as she cowers into the corner of the room. Making her seem smaller than she already is.
"You're— You're the man. The one from my memories…" She whispered, dazed.
As I slowly began to approach her, she clutched at her head as she began to fall forward.
I rushed forward, managing to gather her tiny frame into my arms as she began to fall forward.
Her body fit perfectly in my arms as I lifted her off her feet and made my way to sit her down on the bed.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked, frowning.
"She was hit on the temporal lobe, it's where all the long term memories are stored." Clint explained, looking at her with the same worried expression as me.
"So, she doesn't remember anything…?" Steve asked, concerned.
Clint shook his head in response, before sighing. "She remembers bits and pieces, here and there but not everything. She remembers us. That we're her brothers but other than that… she hasn't said anything else." Clint explained, as she continued to stare at me as if she were out of it.
I sighed, kneeling in front of her, before tapping her knee. "Doll face…"
Her eyes blinked at me as she looked at me.
When I was about to ask her what was wrong, she sighed dejectedly.
"I feel like I know you…" She whispered, reaching out to touch my face, as she winced.
"What do you remember, doll?" I asked.
Missing her even more now that she was here. It was like she wasn't really back.
"Bits and pieces. I can remember Clint and Charlie being my brothers… You. Mostly random things about you … but everything else feels so unfamiliar…" She explained, frowning in what I could only guess was in pain.
"Like what?" I asked, as I pulled her hand into mine..
"A cold place. Dark. Really dark… Screaming… Agony, a lot of it. Then… us leaving… Happy..." She whispered confusedly.
I nodded, exchanging looks with everyone in the room.
She was remembering our time I. Hydra. How they would torture us before us leaving.
"What about the kids? Do you remember them?" I asked.
She closed her eyes, before opening them, and shaking her head as her shoulders sagged in defeat.
I sighed debating whether or not to try the idea Tony suggested earlier before finally looking at her again.
"Do you think it would overwhelm you to see them?" I asked, giving her a doubtful look.
"I am already overwhelmed. I want to see them either way please…." She begged, sadly.
Clint and I shared a look before patting her leg and straightening up my stance.
"If you're sure you can handle seeing them then, alright." I finally sighed. "I'll be back, milaya." I promised as she gasped at the name.
I exited the room, going to find Nat and the twins before walking back in.
Moments later we walked in with Nat closely behind.
She looked at us wide eyed, before she clutched at her head, crying out. "Clint,... It hurts…." She groaned, rubbing the heels of her hands, before she fell back onto her back limply.
I rushed to her side, touching her face lightly, before laying her correctly in the bed.
A few minutes later after the doctor assured us she was going to be fine, Steve, Clint and Nat took the twins home while I stayed the night.
I silently grabbed her hand, pulling it into both of mine, kissing it.
"I wish I could help you remember, moya lyubov'." I whispered. (My love)
I hated seeing her like this. So, confused and scared. It reminded me of when she first arrived at Hydra.
She was so tiny, yet strong.
Sassy, fierce, and loyal, even when in a hopeless situation.
I loved her so much then and I love her now. I needed her to remember that.
"Bucky…" she groaned in her sleep, causing my heart to stutter for a moment.
"Detka, mne nuzhno, chtoby ty zapomnil. YA chuvstvuyu sebya takim bespomoshchnym bez tebya. Pozhaluysta, pomnite." I begged, trying not to cry. (Baby I need you to remember. I feel so helpless without you. Please remember.)
"Bucky…" She groaned again, restlessly.
"I'm here, love." I whispered, tearfully. "I'm waiting for you…" I whispered, looking away, hopelessly.
