AN: I'm so sorry it took me so long to post, I've been busy with my band. I am back! Also, I apologize for this chapter being so short... Thank you to all that have been taking the time to review and welcome new readers/followers! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Next one is going to be juicy. I'll have warnings posted. Happy reading everyone!

CHAPTER 14

It had almost been a year since the memories came back to him. Bucky hoped that remembering his past would keep him distracted, but she was always there. In his thoughts or his dreams. Now, the very image of her appeared before him. He couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. But there she was, standing on the opposite side of the street. He watched her as she walked across the street, never looking away from each other. Once she approached him, he wanted to run. Run as far away from her as possible, but he also wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and never let go.

They were only an inch apart as they looked into each other's eyes. How much he missed the warmth of her amber colored, almond shaped eyes and the softness of her subtle features. He didn't realize he had lifted his hand until he felt his rough fingers caress her cheek. He watched her eyes close slowly and the side of her plump lips curl into a small smile. Allie rested her black-gloved hand on his.

"Did you miss me?" she smiled at him.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. "I told you not to follow me."

She sighed and shoved her hands into her pockets. "I'm not here for you. In fact, I had no idea that you were even here."

"Then, why-"

"There's a cafe a few feet away. Why don't we get something warm to drink and a bite to eat? I'll answer all of your questions," she grabbed his normal hand as she guided him down the street.

"You've been following this family and you have no idea who they are?" Bucky asked after took a bite from a pastry.

"Well, I haven't done all of the research, but in all of my visions, they seem like a good family. Out of all the people in Sokovia, I'm having visions of this boy. He has to special or maybe he's like me."

"What's you say his name was?"

"Helmut Zemo, why?" she took a sip of her tea.

"Anfisa!" a male called out from a distance as Bucky stared at the auburn haired woman.

"Please," the older woman begged as she stood in front of a crib. "Please don't take my baby."

He cocked his head to the side, fascinated by how precious her child was to her. Her eyes slowly shifted to a little boy. "Helmut! Run!"

Bang

"Bucky?" he heard Allie's voice as though it were far away. "Bucky?" He found himself back in the cafe, sitting across from her. "Are you okay?" she asked as she stretched her arm across the table to touch his hand. He moved it before the contact was made and looked away from her.

"I think I know why you are having visions of this family," he looked back at her.

"Why?"

He hesitated before he answered. "Because your real name is Petra Zemo."

"What?" she practically screamed. "How - how the fuck would you know that?"

"Keep your voice down," he said quietly. He checked his surrounding before he kept talking. "I'm the one that took you from your birth parents. It was my mission."

"An order by Alexander Pierce?"

"I don't know the details, all I remember was taking you from a woman and -" he paused.

"And what?"

He stared at her for a minute. He killed her mother. How can he tell her that? Bucky looked down grimly. "And I was ordered to bring you to South America, on a cruise ship."

"Shit," she spat out. "The woman who claimed herself to be my mother was a part of this - this -" The lights began to flicker in the cafe. Bucky and Allie looked at each other. "Something's wrong," she mumbled to herself.