"I told you he knew," Bucky said as the elevator took them back to the training floor. Natasha didn't say anything, just smirked and shrugged in a way he found more than a touch attractive. He let the subject go, along with some of the embarrassment that came with it and looked ahead, "What's on the cards this afternoon?" he asked.

"I'm going to do a little bit of digging," she said, her eyebrow raising, "Something you said the other day has been niggling and I want an answer one way or another," she said.

"That we had done it before?" he asked, recalling the events of that conversation and feeling. He smirked a little, surprised when his body stirred at the memory. He'd have thought he'd had enough of that over the past three days, apparently not.

He focused on Natasha's words when she spoke again, saving that desire for a later time. "Yeah, I want to know if there's more to it than that," she said.

"How?"

"I'm going to get what I need onto here," she said, showing him a flash drive, "And then read through it later on. You're going to come with me," she added. He was happy to do so, he might learn something about computers and about the past at the same time.

"We're going to be doing something we're not supposed to?" he asked as the elevator doors pinged open and she stepped out.

"Does that bother you?" she asked.

"No," he said shaking his head. She led him into a small room which had four computers in it. Each was set up with a desk of its own and they headed to the one furthest from the door. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her as she pressed the button to turn the machine on. Moments later they were looking at what he assumed was a starting screen. Natasha had slipped the drive into the right port and she leaned back, waiting. "Where are we going to start?" he asked, not really having a clue.

"We're going to break into your file and have a look around, see what they have on there that they've not shared," she said. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered what they would find, "There's going to be some footage of you, we don't need to watch it, it's not that nice," she siad.

"You've seen it already?" he asked

"Once or twice," she replied. He didn't like that idea. Of course she knew his history, everyone on the base did but the fact that she might think less of him because of the things he had done suddenly mattered. She mattered and her opinion of him meant a lot more than it had a few weeks ago. "We're not here to watch that. I'll put it on the drive if you want to go through it later but right now, we want to get as much as we can before we get out of here," she said.

"Thanks," he siad, glad he could look at it in his own time if he ever wanted to. She used the mouse to locate the right files and typed some bits into the keyboard on occasion. He was lost the moment she started but he followed the movements with interest anyway. The way everything had changed since he had been under HYDRA's control was phenomenal and he was still trying to get his head around the basic of things, like not putting metal in the microwave. A simple mistake that everyone else knew about but him it seemed. Sometimes it got to him, made him so angry and yet most of the time, he could cope. He had a good set of friends to help out and they were brilliant at doing just that.

"Hey," Natasha nudged him and he snapped back to what she was doing.

"What?" he asked.

"Read this," she siad, indicating the screen.

He did as she asked and began scanning the words on the screen. There were a few buzz words that stuck out that had him frown. These were KGB, hired out by HYDRA and training. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, his mind completely blank. He looked at Natasha and shrugged. She pointed to another word he had obviously missed, her face was a little paler than it had been before as she reacted to what she too was reading. The word was Red Room.

He looked into her green eyes as his mind tried to piece together what those words might mean. "I trained others in the Red Room for the KGB," he whispered, as though saying it would make it that little bit truer. She nodded. He swallowed, his throat dry; he had no recollection of that time of his life, of being in the Red Room or training girls there. He assumed it was girls. "It was where you were trained too," he said.

"Yes."

"Then…"

"It's likely that we knew each other then," she said.

"So why don't you remember?" he asked. A frown crossed his face and he looked down at his hands, wondering what he had taught those girls and young women to do. He looked up when he heard her sigh and pressed his lips together.

"Do you think yours is the only memory they messed about with?" she asked. The thought had never once occurred to him and he blinked, not knowing what to say. The door to the computer room opened and they both looked up. A young agent had walked in and they knew their time for discussing this privately had come to a close. "We'll talk about this back home," she said.

"My home?" he asked.

"I tend to live on the base so yes, unless you want to stay here," she said. He sensed her tone was a lot sharper than it had been before and so he fell silent, not wanting to antagonise her any more than he already had. He knew it had been a little insensitive to assume his was the only mind that had been tampered with but he had no idea she would be that sensitive about it. He felt rather bad about it too but had no idea how to say so.

The ride back to the flat was a frosty one.

She still didn't say anything as he parked up the bike and opened the door to the flat letting them both in. He wondered whether they would speak a word the entire night; if not it was going to be a long one.