A/N: So I saw some of the Winter Soldier but I still haven't seen the full movie so I'm gonna be tweaking things the way I see fit. If this angers anyone, well shit, my bad. Btw this story won't be very long. It will probably be only nine or ten chapters or so.

Chapter Four

Bucky was alive.

Steve couldn't help but stare at the file in front of him in shock, his aquamarine eyes wide.

For so long he had mourned his best friend's death, guilt still plaguing him and haunting him in the form of nightmares. He could remember the small assassin his friend had seemed so enamored with, and the hate said assassin had held for him when he'd returned and Bucky had not. He could remember how the man had become so manic that Howard had had to lock him away.

"How dare you! How dare you return when he didn't!"

"T-Toni-"

"NO, Get out! Get out!"

He wondered what had happened to the man. He hadn't been able to find any record of him when he had awakened in this new era and he didn't dare ask Stark for help. For some reason, any mention of his father sent the man into a bad mood and he became even snarkier and snarly than usual.

He sighed, taking in the picture on the page. Shoulder-length dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a large muscular frame. There was no doubt in his mind that the man on the page was his best friend. So what had happened?

Why was Bucky, the man that hated anything to do with the HYDRA, working for them and killing innocent people on their order?

He looked up at Fury, who sighed.

"From what intel has gathered, Barnes has no memory of his life before Hydra. They've wiped his memory completely and trained him to be the perfect soldier. He doesn't even know his name. Your mission is to try to convert him to our side, and destroy the Hydra."

The captain nodded in understanding and frowned.

"Sir, you've been with Shield for a long time, right?"

"I have."

"What ever happened to Peggy's student? Last I remember he was locked away after Bucky died."

Fury sighed quietly, his one visible eye dark and solemn.

"He disappeared after the war. No one ever saw him again, not even Agent Carter. He just vanished."

Steve felt a pang of sadness for his friend's lover but didn't dwell on it.

"I'll take the mission, sir."

"Good, you leave tomorrow morning. Your target will be in Canada on a job. And Captain," Steve looked up to see a severe expression on Fury's face.

"Yes sir?"

"No one, is to know about your friend being alive, especially Stark."

"Sir?"

"No one, Captain."

"Bucky please! You have to remember! You have to!"

The winter soldier scowled darkly as he stared at the battered blond man in front of him. For the past two weeks the man had been interfering with his missions and calling him 'Bucky', of all things. It had gotten to the point where he'd finally just fought the man, however before he could deliver the fatal blow, the man began to beg.

With each plea from the blond, Captain America, his mind supplied, his head began to hurt and brief flashes of memories sparked in his mind's eye. Flashes of a skinny blond kid being bullied and saved by a younger version of himself, of the beautiful assassin that haunted his dreams, of pain and cold.

"You need to learn how to defend yourself if you're gonna be standing up for yerself, Stevie." He advised, chuckling when his young, sickly friend blushed and puffed out his thin chest.

"Well until I can do that, I know you'll always have my back, Bucky."

He smiled, and ruffled the blonde's hair. "No doubt about it."

Why was he having these flashes? Was he really this Bucky? Had his master's lied to him?

"I'm joining the army."

Steve froze at his announcement, his sickly pale face, becoming even paler.

"B-But-"

"No, Steve. I have duty to do for my country and I'm gonna do it!" He said sternly, then his face softened and he smirked lecherously. "Besides women love a man in uniform."

"Please." The blonde's eyes watered and he looked so close to crying. He raised his hand to deliver a final blow, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. The flashes were growing strong, the pain increasing and he found himself wanting to flee.

He wanted to get away from the downed man's pleading voice and heartbroken eyes. Away from the pain and the memories that seemed to be his yet weren't. Away from it all…but his feet refused to move.

"Are you sure about this? Steve, this could be dangerous."

Steve glared at him, blue eyes blazing.

"I'm doing it! I have just as much a right to fight for my country as anyone else! I'm doing it and that's the end of it!"

"Fine!" He snarled back, angry that his friend refused to see the dangers of what he was about to do. The Erksine serum had never been tested on another human being and there was even a 45% chance that Steve wouldn't survive, especially given all the illnesses wreaking havoc on his small, fragile frame. However, every time he protested his friend accused him of being jealous when all he wanted was to protect him. It was what he'd always done. Why couldn't Steve see that?

"Fine," He repeated softly. "You wanna kill yourself, I won't stop you." He turned away from the sickly man and headed in the direction of the door. "But I won't stay and watch you do it either."

He gritted his teeth against the pain, trying to will his feet to move. Captain America was watching him now, his pleas haven fallen silent. Instead the blond super soldier forced himself to his feet and staggered towards him, one hand outstretched.

"You're my brother, Bucky. You have to remember." He said softly and finally the pain became too much and the memories overwhelmed him, sending him into blissful unconsciousness.

"He's regained his memory."

Cold, coal black eyes narrowed at the words, their owner turning on his heel to face his subordinate.

"Then eliminate him. The Salenyme must not know of his continued existence."

His subordinate raised his head, revealing dead emerald green eyes."

"As you wish, Master."

The man smirked darkly.

"Send in project 2."

The kneeling man nodded silently and bowed before disappearing to do as he was bid. Moments later another man appeared his vivid blue eyes empty just like his predecessor's.

"Master." He monotoned.

"Retrieve the Salenyme." He ordered.

Project 2 nodded once and bowed deeply at the waist.

"As you wish."

Master's smirk grew into an evil grin.

Soon his plans would come into fruition and he'd possess the most powerful weapon on the planet.

TBC…