Bucky just stared at you for a second. What did that mean, that the person in front of him wasn't you? It had to be. You stared right back at him, trying to figure out who he was. He felt familiar, you knew that much. He felt like home. He didn't make you anxious or scared.

"You're not Charlotte are you?" He asked. You slowly shook your head. You could see the frustrated look on his face. "Do you have a name?" You shook your head again and he sighed, looking down into his lap.

You looked down at the sheet wrapped around you and started to panic again, looking up at Bucky and back down at the sheet. Bucky sensed your rising panic and went to reach his hand out to you but your hand shot up and grabbed his wrist, squeezing tightly.

Let me talk to her. Winter told him.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Bucky, if anyone knows what's happening inside her head, it's me. Let me talk to her. Bucky sighed. He knew Winter was right. Winter was confused when he woke for the first time too, terrified, just like you are.

"I have someone that wants to talk to you, if that's okay? He sort of knows what you're going through. Kind of an expert on it really." He told you, giving you a small smile. You nodded and you watched him close his eyes and let out a long breath. When he opened his eyes, they looked darker, like a completely different person. You scooted back further, wrapping your arms around yourself. He held his hands up in surrender and scooted back a bit, putting some space between the two of you.

"Hi. My name is Winter." He said. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

"I thought your name was Bucky?" He nodded, the slight hum of his arm whirring in the background. You were sure if anybody else were in the room they wouldn't be able to hear it.

"I am a part of Bucky. It's hard to explain and it's a pretty horrific story, but I live in the back of Bucky's head." He told you.

You shook your head. "I don't understand." He sighed, glancing down at his hands. After a few seconds he took a deep breath and looked back at you.

"What does your head feel like right now?" He asked.

"Heavy. There's so much pressure it hurts." You told him, reaching a hand up to the side of your head. Winter nodded in understanding.

"That's how it felt when I woke up for the first time in Bucky's head." He said softly. You shook your head again, huffing slightly.

"So what are you saying?"

He sighed' "I'm saying that you're not the only person in there." He said, pointing to his head.

"Wha-" You started, but then you felt it. You closed your eyes and just focused on your breathing. You felt something else in the back of your head. The reason for all the pressure. If you focused really hard, you could hear something. It sounded like someone was taking quick breaths. You felt panic, but it wasn't coming from you.

Hello? You asked.

Who is that? What's happening?

Your eyes shot open, and you looked up at Winter. "There's someone in there. She sounds scared."

Winter nodded. "That's Charlie. She's Bucky's girlfriend."

You shook your head. You didn't like this. This was too much. You were scared and you didn't know where you were. You stood quickly and so did Winter, reaching out a hand for you.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He tried, taking a step toward you, but you matched him with a step back, pressing yourself against the wall. You needed to get out of here. Go somewhere, anywhere where you could just clear your head.

"I can't be here. I need to go." You said quickly. You started to walk past Winter, but his hand went out to stop you. You reacted quickly and grabbed his arm before he touched you and flipped him over on his back. He groaned as you ran past him, clutching the sheet to your chest.

You stumbled down the hallway toward the stairs and what you assumed was the front door. The thought that you didn't have any clothes on wasn't even in your mind./ The only thing that you could think of was that you needed to get out of there. Your hand curled around the doorknob as you heard Winter get up and enter the hallway. You panicked and flung the door open and turned to run, but you went face first into a hard surface.

Two arms wrapped around you to stop you from falling, and your panic rose, feeling trapped. "Damn Charlie where are you going in a hurry…wait, girl WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES." A deep voice said. "Please don't tell me you and Buck were doing the dirty in my house!" You looked up at him and yanked your arm free, pushing against him, trying to get away.

"Charlie, what is wrong? Did something happen. Did Bucky hurt you? I'll kill him." You shook your head, a blinding pain searing through it. Your hand clutched at your head as your vision blurred, and you could faintly hear shouts from the man that was holding you upright, and from Winter coming down the stairs.

Whatever was happening to you, you knew one thing, you didn't like it. You felt two hands on the sides of your face and your pried your eyes open to see Winter looking at you. "You're going to be okay. It will pass. You need to breathe." You read his lips. But couldn't hear anything he was saying.

Your eyelids fluttered closed and you could feel Winter cradle you to his body as you slipped into darkness.

Winter stood and walked straight past Sam and back upstairs with you in his arms, Sam trailing right behind him. He went back into the bedroom and laid you on the bed, putting an extra blanket over you.

Sam came to a stop in the doorway when he saw the state of the bed. "Oh hell no. What the hell did you guys do to the bed!" Sam yelled. Winter stood and pushed Sam out of the room and against the wall.

"Not now, Wilson." He growled. He turned and walked back into the room, sitting on the bed next to you. Once it seemed like he calmed down a bit, Sam slowly entered the room.

"What happened Buck?" He asked softly. Winter relaxed, letting Bucky come back through to talk to Sam. Bucky sighed, never taking his eyes off you.

"I don't know Sam. We were fine. We had just…." Bucky trailed off.

Sam smirked. "Did the nasty. It's about time, I'm just sayin." He said, throwing his hands up in surrender when Bucky glared at him.

"We were laying here, and I guess everything that happened in the past few days just came crashing down on her. Hard. And with the serum, it was too much for her to handle now that her mind was calmer. She passed out. When she woke up, she acted like she didn't know me."

"What do you mean, she didn't know you." Sam said.

"She didn't know me Sam, she woke up and had no idea who I was or what she was doing here." Bucky said, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"How is that possible?"

Bucky sighed again, standing and running a hand over the back of his neck. "Winter thinks there's someone inside her head. Like he is in mine."

Sam just stared at Bucky, his mouth hanging open. "What does that even mean?"

"All the stress of everything that happened, Lamar dying, John, the serum. It makes her have some kind of psychological break."

"So what you're saying is...there's basically a Winter Soldier inside her?" Sam asked, eyeing you carefully.

Bucky looked back at you, and hoped that when you woke, you'd be you again.

"Yeah, Sam. That's what I'm saying."