It's been two years and James was feeling weary. He was constantly moving from place to place searching, always searching. Steve thought he needed time to come to terms with his newfound freedom and frequent flashbacks but that wasn't it.

James found a lead in Romania and went there to follow through but six weeks passed with nary a sign. He was patient. 70 years under the ice, another couple years was nothing. But he kept getting sidetracked, the friction between Tony Stark and Steve escalated into full out war and poor James was pulled into their mess. Once again his search was put on hold.

James unfolded a little note. It was creased and stained and fragile due to James constantly opening and rereading the note. It was the only thing that kept him going. That and the memories. He took a deep breath and started reading.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get to say this in person but it's time and you need to rest. James, we might never find each other and I need to tell you this: you are an extraordinary person and you should never feel anything less. You have a place in this world and it was my honor and pleasure to stay by your side for even a little. It might not be permanent but our time together was the best thing I've ever had with anyone. It was absolutely worth it. Even being over, it was worth knowing you, being with you, having great raunchy sex with you. If you ever get wiped again, I hope you remember that you aren't alone, there is someone out there who cares about you. Even if you forget me I want you to read this note and believe me when I say that your name is James and I love you. Don't worry, you can meet me all over again and I'll meet you and everything will come back. Even if you never find me again, look up to the stars and there I'll be. I'll be looking at the same stars. All my love, Eclypsa Delalune."

James' throat tightened and his eyes burned. He looked up to the clear night sky, blinking hard. The Russian landscape was stark and cold and provided no blockage to the sky. He looked up to the cold and beautiful stars remembering. After this showdown with the fake psychiatrist he was going to find her. He had to.

After the civil war amongst the Avengers James was about to run off to continue his hunt, the Prince of Wakanda offered, "My country has many resources that could possibly help your condition. We recently acquired a most brilliant and talented neurosurgeon. A prodigy indeed."

James' hope rose dangerously and he fought to control his breathing. "Please sir, please take me to your country. I want this mess out of me and my head screwed back on right," he pleaded. Both Steve and the prince thought that he was eager to fix his memory and break free of the remnants Hydra held onto him. They were wrong.

Before they left, James took the time to shave and get a hair cut but still keeping it long-he loved it when she ran her hands through his hair. He went and retrieved a small carved box that he was still carrying around."Ready," he said.

The journey was only a few hours by jet but it felt like a lifetime. James was filled with all sorts of emotions. Excitement, apprehension, longing, hope, joy. By the time he was led to the research center, he didn't even register that he was in until the Prince rapped on the door and called out, "Doctor, we have brought the patient."

A familiar voice snapped out, "Go away. You know very well that this experiment is very delicate and at this time I need to finish the synthesis."

The Prince chuckled, "Oh but this patient wants to see you very much. You see, between his missing arm and bad memory, he needs all the help he can get."

The door flung open and eyes of amethyst met eyes of lapis lazuli.

"You're late." She said.

"I know. I've been busy."

"I love you."

"I know."

"You can't quote Star Wars at me, that's my job," she laughed before throwing herself around his neck and kissed him with the fervor of a fanatic and the purity of Wesley and Buttercup. It was the kiss that made kingdoms fall and weak men strong. It was a kiss of truest love and made Steve turn as red as a burnt tourist but he couldn't look away because it was just that good.