Steve punched the mystery man as hard as he could. This was pointless; they were evenly matched, and this man didn't seem to be tiring.
Not to mention that he had a steel arm that couldn't feel pain.
Okay, so maybe they weren't evenly matched.
In a new burst of energy, Steve drove himself into the man, knocking him back.
The mask clattered to the blood-spotted, bullet shell-covered concrete.
The man turned, and Steve felt his heart stop.
"Bucky?"
The man's eyebrows furrowed. "Who the hell is Bucky?"
Before anyone could react, Steve was running forward. Bucky started to raise a fist, expecting more contact, when Steve kissed him.
Steve was almost crying with relief. Bucky was here, Bucky was okay, Bucky was alive. He kissed his formerly dead boyfriend harder.
Around them, the battle slowed and then stopped as everyone looked in disbelief at Captain America and the Winter Soldier, who was slowly lowering his fist.
Steve finally broke away and rested his forehead against Bucky's. "What are you doing here?" he whispered to Bucky.
Bucky looked anguished. "I...I can't remember. You're Steve...you're Steve."
Steve felt something break within him. Bucky...didn't remember him?
"Please, Buck, remember," he begged softly. Suddenly, strong hands gripped him from behind and pulled him away from Bucky. Bucky, too, was being restrained by a whole team of armored men. Steve struggled helplessly against the men.
"Let me go!" Bucky yelled. "I know him, I know that man!"
"Be quiet, soldier," one of the men holding him said, pulling out a walkie talkie. "We have a code red, code red. The Winter Soldier was not prepared for the Rogers mission."
Steve was yanked toward a car. He tried to maintain contact with Bucky as long as possible, but soon his head was forced down and he was pushed roughly into the back of the van.
"And to think," Natasha said through her teeth as Sam used the ripped off sleeves from his shirt to stem her bleeding, "I kept trying to hook you up with girls."
"I like them, too," Steve muttered, mind and heart racing. Bucky was alive, and out there somewhere. But he couldn't remember Steve...
"Well then, maybe that poor nurse still has a chance," Natasha hissed as Sam applied more pressure. "Damn, that hurts."
Steve stared at his hands. He didn't know what to do with the information he had just learned.
Well, that was a lie. He knew exactly what he was going to do.
He was going to find Bucky, rescue him, and make him remember his past...his past with Steve.