Synopsis: After the fall of SHIELD, Steve devotes his time to searching for Bucky. Meanwhile, Bucky himself is looking for answers to his past and lost memories.

Steve walked into the museum, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, a baseball cap, sneakers, and a hoodie jacket. He kept his head down, and came to the the exhibit. His exhibit. He sighed, looking at the uniforms, and he felt a pang in his chest when his eyes fell on the replica of Bucky's old 'suit'. The super soldier swallowed, and turned on his heel, walking out of the building.

He slipped into his car, grabbing a duffel bag from the backseat, and pulled out his Captain America uniform. Taking a deep breath, he bundled it up, and got out of the car, going to the nearest bathroom. As soon as he was changed, he quickly walked back to the vehicle, dropping the clothing he changed out of into the duffel, and grabbed his shield from the trunk. Once he had everything he needed, he looked up, ignoring the many stares and whispers.

Then he darted towards a building, and used the fire escape to get to the roof. One he'd gotten to the higher elevation, he looked out over the city, and narrowed his eyes.

Movement in his perpetual vision caught his attention. He turned his head.

And was met with a metal fist to the face.

He stumbled back, and brought his shield up to protect himself, and the next blow slammed into it. He grunted, and pushed outward, then leaped back, bringing his shield to his side.

"Bucky..."

"Who the hell is Bucky?" the Winter Soldier snapped.

Steve couldn't stop the pained look from crossing his face. He swallowed, and dropped his shield, holding his hands out placatingly. His brainwashed friend paused, and narrowed his eyes.

"Just stop trying to kill me, and I'll explain everything. I promise." he said, shooting the other man a pleading look.

"...fine." Winter agreed.

Steve took a deep breath, then started speaking, his voice holding a firm, gentle, and steady lulling rhythm.

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. You always prefer to be called Bucky. We grew up together and fought in World War II. I used to be scrawny and weak. I couldn't defend myself well and always got into fights trying to help others. You were always there to get me out of trouble. You were a Sergeant in the army, until I got administered with the super solider serum. Then, you and your legion were taken prisoner by HYDRA. I got you all out. After that, a few others from your legion, you, and myself became a squad. We were the best, and we did real damage to HYDRA. On one mission...you fell from a train, and I never saw you again. Bucky...you were- no. You are my greatest friend. I don't really care what you do to me...but I'm with till the end of the line."

Steve looked at his friend, a desperate look in his eyes, and the Winter Soldier frowned. He put a hand to his head, frowning. Then he gasped, falling to his knees. Steve rushed over, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. The Soldier looked up.

"I-I remember now. Not everything...some bits are missing...but I remember you..and what we were to each other...I remember, Steve." he said.

Steve grinned, tears threatening to fall, and hugged his tightly. He felt his friend stiffen, then relax, and felt the other man's arms slip around his waist.

"You're back." Steve sobbed in relief.

Because it was true. His friend was back. Bucky was back.

"Yeah...yeah, I am. Don't remember everything...but for the most part, I'm back."

The super soldier pulled away, smiling at him, and then he leaned forward, and kissed him roughly. Bucky easily returned it, and the metal arm remained around Steve's waist, while the other slid up, gripping the hair in at the back of his head to hold it there. Steve placed one hand on his cheek, and the other at the small of his back. They both closed their eyes, not breaking off.

They were finally back together.

Steve had found his friend.

He had found the man he cared for as far more than a brother.

He had found his lover.