It was 5:14 a.m when he arrived at the Reflecting Pool. He sat on the grass, legs crossed and arms folded, determined to wait until Captain America arrived. Or should he refer to him as Steve?
Why do I want to find him so bad? I'm not even sure if I really know him…He began to grit his teeth, anxious as to what might await him.
6:02, no sign of anyone running yet, but he was determined to wait for Steve, for answers. Hunger began to claw at his stomach, he was usually never out of cryo long enough to feel hunger.
What do I like to eat? I can't remember….He punched the ground in frustration. He couldn't remember anything, couldn't remember when he ever needed to. He was about to scream when he heard a distant "slap slap slap slap," of feet in the distance, followed by a slower "slap, slap, slap, slap".
Snapping to attention, he saw two figures running around the far side of the pool. "On your left" one of them called.
Jumping up, he began a full sprint towards them, though his muscles groaned in protest. They both stopped running immediately, taking fighting stances.
"Bucky?" Steve asked, relaxing his pose, "What are you doing?"
"You're the Winter Soldier, you almost killed us at the battle of SHIELD!" the other said, "Cap, are we gonna take him out?"
"Please, I just want answers," he pleaded, "Who am I?"
"Stand down Sam, he's not a threat." Steve said "For now."
"I don't like the sound of that 'for now'," Sam relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on him, cold and deadly.
"Let's cut the run short and bring him back to your place," Steve replied smoothly, "Have you eaten Buck? I can make you link sausage and blueberry pancakes, we used to eat it every Saturday when we were kids, do you remember?"
"Ok, make breakfast for the trained assassin, at my house no less, great plan." Sam scoffed and started walking, "Come on Winter Soldier, gotta feed you so you can grow up nice and strong and deadly"