"Where's Nesia?" Tony asks when Sam returns to the compound from their date.
"Who?" Sam asks confused. "When'd you get here? I thought you were staying in the city for a while?"
"I've been here a week Birdy. Now quit playing around, I need Forget-Me-Not's help with something," Tony says, impressed Sam could keep a joke going so long, and saddened by the fact that it isn't a good joke either.
"I don't know who you're talking about. But have you seen Steve? Something weird just happened to me. You wouldn't believe it. I was enjoying my food at that diner and then next thing I know it, some hot psycho chick is dumping a glass of water on me then storming off. I don't remember seeing her ever in my life," Sam says giving Tony a weird look and walking away. Tony frowns then goes to find Steve. Something's wrong and he's not quite sure what.
"Something's wrong," Tony says without introduction, storming into the training area where Steve and Wanda are working.
"Would you care to elaborate?" Steve asks pausing from training. Wanda glares at him but doesn't say anything.
"Sam's back, without his kid girlfriend and doesn't seem to know who she is," Tony says and Steve frowns. "He was looking for you though, you should figure out what's going on."
"What do you mean?" Steve asks.
"He didn't even recognize her name and I assume she's the hot psycho chick he was referring to," Tony says.
"I'll talk to him," Steve says not worried about the current predicament. It wasn't a secret that Sam and Tony didn't necessarily get along too well.
"Sam there you are, what's up? Why's your shirt wet? Is it raining out?" Steve asks confused as the wet spot, although faint, is pretty obvious and nothing like rain.
"No, it's not. I don't know what happened. Just when I think the world isn't so crazy," Sam replies with a sigh. Steve sits down next to him and fills up his glass with the bottle of jack sitting on the new dining room table in front of him. He does this against his better judgement as he knows he'll need the Falcon sharp, but as a friend? Sam needs all the help he can get. "I was enjoying my food at that diner we go to every once in a while and just out of nowhere is this lady. She was like 5'6", white hair, purple eyes, super pale and thin. Then she starts yelling at me and calling me a jerk before she dumped water all over me. I don't even remember her walking into the diner and I'm telling you I would've noticed."
"Did you see her leave? How'd she get away?"
"Rode off with some biker guy. I didn't follow."
"Did you get his plates?"
"Of course not, she didn't seem dangerous or anything," Sam replies filing his glass up again, meeting Steve's eyes when he puts a hand on the bottle stopping him from pouring. "5ZSA5Z," Sam says with a sigh. Gaining information like that, after only training for a few month, was as easy as breathing.
"Thanks."
"Steve," Sam calls out stopping him. "You know her? Why's it such a big deal?"
"You really don't remember anything?" He asks looking back at him from the door.
"What's there to remember?"
James Buchanan Barnes sits at the table in his apartment writing in his journal, adamant the memories he has will never be taken from him again. Today he writes about a white haired girl returning his memories to him. Speaking of, every once in a while, Bucky looks up from his messy journal and to the mattress lying in the corner where Amnesia rests. Ever since she restored some of his memories, she's been out, regaining energy slowly but surely.
For a while, he was convinced she was someone else entirely. He couldn't believe this was the same girl he had seen on the hospital bed. That girl was frail and dying. The girl before him was a phoenix, rising from her ashes ready to begin anew. She was pretty, alarmingly so. He'd even go so far as to call her a china doll. His mind looped back to why in the world she had chosen to find him and help him clear up the mess inside his brain.
"No, Sam," Amnesia murmurs in her sleep, her fists opening and closing like she's reaching for something. She's starting to wake up, but right now she's stuck on the images she saw in Sam's head. "Don't hurt him," she murmurs and Bucky frowns seeing her hair start to stick up like static electricity. A glance at his reflection in the window shows his is doing the same. He walks over and shakes Amnesia awake, he needs to leave, something weird is happening and he needs to take her with. When she wakes up though, their hair drops.
"We need to go, something's not right," he says helping her to her feet, noticing how shaky she is.
"What happened?" She asks her eyes wide.
"Something's up with the electricity or something," he states, grabbing his back pack and checking out the window to see if they've got company. "I don't see anyone."
"It's okay I trust you," Amnesia says but she's got no clue what's going on. He gives her a nod and leads her through the bathroom window onto a rusty fire escape. From there they hit the street, Bucky's hat on and he looks briefly at Amnesia who's appearance hasn't changed a bit since he met her and decided he'd need to get her a hat or something to help hide her face next time he could. He leads her to the other side of town to another apartment he had staked out. He doesn't want to leave quite so soon as there might not be anyone on his tail, but he didn't stay off the radar so long by not being cautious.
"What were you dreaming about?" Bucky asks watching Amnesia catch her breath.
"This guy. I thought he was my friend. He wasn't who I thought he was. You woke me up," she replies and he nods waiting for her to continue. "You could've just left me there. Do you trust me?"
"I remember you. I tried to save you."
"What?"
"Something went wrong. All of my handlers were confused and out of it...I made for the door. I saw you on my way out. Hooked up to several machines, I was at the base because someone was closing in on them and they wanted to make sure they kept their hands on you. I managed to get you out of the room before they came to their senses. I was going to try again but they moved me and shut down the base. I figured they moved you too."
"You weren't supposed to save me. You were supposed to run," Amnesia mutters accusing him with her eyes.
"There was a beautiful girl who needed my help, what was I supposed to do? Besides, from what you've shown me, and if you're not lying, which I doubt you are, you've been as you said, looking out for me a long time." Amnesia only nods.
"I'll be back, I'm going to go get food," he says and Amnesia catches his hand before he gets too far away. He waits as she pulls a wad of cash from her pockets then hands it to him. He raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, electing instead to go get that food.
He wasn't what Amnesia expected. He wasn't some omniscient general that knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He was terribly broken, but he didn't show it. Amnesia thought she'd be able to show up and fix him, but at the moment, she didn't know what there was to fix. She reminds herself of the pain he went through, the weeks he spent being conditioned and turned into a cold unfeeling weapon.
He remembered her. She was the reason he didn't get out of there. How could she be the reason he got caught up when he didn't even know about her? The route he would've taken to get out of the compound would have taken him around the room she was kept it if he was to get out of there as fast as possible. Not to mention there were several people working in the same room she was kept in and she knows he wouldn't have risked getting caught like that. James did not know of her existence. She was certain of it. She saw inside his mind and she was never in it, in all the times they wiped him.
He couldn't know her.
The thoughts kept her up all night. She told Bucky to go to sleep seeing as the apartment only held one "bed" and she doubted they'd want to do the whole 'oh no there's only one bed. I guess we could share it' sort of thing that happened in the online stories called fanfictions that she stumbled upon once while browsing the internet. She got very confused after stumbling upon the word destiel and then decided to not go through anymore fanfictions.
Instead she sat at the wooden table and stared off into space. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, the small noise which lured Bucky into sleep although it would have normally kept him up all night. The more she tapped, the crisper the air seemed. She hardly noticed her hair rising as she projected the static into the air. All at once she stopped and stood up, walking to the window. She felt restless. She had grown accustomed to moving in the weeks she spent looking for Bucky, and after staying still for what seemed like millenia, she wanted to move as much as possible.
When Bucky started tossing and turning, restless in his sleep she walked over to the mattress frowning wondering what she's supposed to do. Does she wake him? Does she zap him? Does she drain him of energy or...? She decides she should probably just drain him of energy so he stops flailing around and raises a hand to set it on his shoulder and he snatches her wrist out of the air and she freezes hoping he doesn't break her wrist or something after making sure he's still asleep. She sits down seeing as she's going nowhere anytime soon. With her free hand she cautiously sweeps his hair out of his face so she's not caught off-guard when he wakes.
She keeps stroking his hair, her hand grazing the side of his face lightly and eventually he lets go of her wrist. She continues the soothing action though and wonders why he trusts her so.
"Sorry, you were having a nightmare and..." Amnesia trailed off when she noticed her soldier was awake.
"I-it's okay doll," he says and she smiles while Bucky has a bad boy smirk stitched onto his face due to an old habit he had been rid of during his time at Hydra. "Why do you protect me? I'm a killer, you should stop me in any way you can," he asks thinking of his dream, or one of his dreams, it's always one of his victims, the life draining from their eyes and then they speak and blame him, accuse him, haunt him in all the most painful ways.
"You're my soldier. I'm tired," she adds. Bucky frowns knowing there's more to it than that but he lets it slide albeit reluctantly.
"Go to sleep, this time let me watch over you."