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Chapter Fourteen

My head pulsed, and I groaned in response as I gradually regained my senses. What hit me?

I slowly lifted my head and took a breath. I was in Bucharest, and Cat Guy attacked me along with tens of other soldiers. I was arrested with Steve and Wilson and taken away to be evaluated. The man who "evaluated" me said those words. Those stupid words.

I opened my eyes and glanced around. The room was dark and damp, made of concrete with water stains up and down the walls. There's a faint pressure on my left arm, and I looked over to find it trapped in a vice. Good. I can't hurt anyone anymore.

My head pulsed again, but it was so painful that it made my eyes water. I groaned and put a hand to my head, massaging my temple.

"Hey, Cap!" someone shouts. The voice is familiar. Wilson?

Footsteps sounded, and I looked up to find Wilson walking up to me with Steve following close behind him. "Steve," I muttered. I can talk without prompting. That was good. Maybe the words let go.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" he demands.

It's a reasonable question. I'm not entirely sure which Bucky he's talking to either. But I remember him. I don't feel like I have to kill him.

"Your mom's name was Sarah," I said, running through the few memories I had just to make sure I'm myself again. I chuckled softly at the next memory that came. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

"Can't read that in a museum," Steve agreed with a small, relieved smile.

"Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" Wilson demanded.

I wouldn't trust me either. I barely even remember. "What did I do?"

"Enough," Steve answered.

"Oh, man. I knew this would happen," I breathed. It always happened. No matter how many times I got away, it always happened. "Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say those freakin' words."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know," I muttered.

"People are dead," Steve pointed out. "The bombing, the setup. The doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know'."

I know that, and I'm trying, Steve, but it's like I'm split. When I'm the Winter Soldier, I barely remember me. And when I'm me, I barely remember the Winter Soldier.

I force my mind to go back to the last clear memory I had. I was locked up, and that doctor said those words. He asked me questions. December sixteenth in '91 and… "He wanted to know about Siberia," I voiced. I looked back up at Steve and Wilson. It was clear they didn't understand the significance of the place, and if I was in their position, I wouldn't either. "Where I was kept," I clarified. "He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Steve pressed.

I tense as the memories returned. I hate remembering there. But Steve needs the information. "Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier."

"Wait. What do you mean that you're not the only Winter Soldier," Wilson demanded. "There are more? How?"

I swallowed down the thick lump in my throat before I started. Sometimes, I hate remembering. "In '91, I was ordered to steal a serum as it was being transported. It was similar to the serum that they put into Steve and I. There were five doses and five HYDRA volunteers for the program."

"Who did you steal it from?" Steve asked.

I had to know something first. Before I tell them what I did, I need to know about the man that looked like Howard. "That man in the base with the metal glove and the suit. Who was he?"

"Tony?" Wilson wondered, crossing his arms even tighter than they already were. "Why do you want to know about him?"

"I know he looks like him, but he's not Howard," Steve interrupts. "He's his son. Tony Stark."

"How old was he in '91?" I ask, pleading that he was an adult.

"I don't know, maybe nineteen, twenty?" Steve shrugs. "Why?"

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Tony was an adult. He had his memories of them, and he was able to take care of himself.

"Because Howard and his wife were the ones transporting the Serum," I mutter. "And, uh…" I shake my head and force myself to continue. "I was given an order of no witnesses, so…"

"You killed Tony's parents?" Wilson clarifies. He shakes his head and turns to Steve. "We can't trust him," he whispers.

Steve ignores his comment and asks, "What did HYDRA do with the Serum?"

"They injected it into the five volunteers," I answer. "They became just as strong and fast as we are. I was ordered to train them, but the moment they started to beat me…" I trail off as too many memories come to mind, and my heart beats faster.

"It's okay, Buck," Steve says, and I jump. "You're not there anymore."

I refocus on him as he comes closer. He reaches for my left arm, and I flinch at his movement, though I don't know why. He's my friend. He won't hurt me.

Steve freezes before slowly pulling a lever that lifted the mechanism pinning my arm in place. I quickly pull my arm away, and I feel instantly better. I'm not trapped.

Steve backs away and leans against the wall. "Who were they?" he asked.

"Their most elite death squad," I say, straining to keep myself in the present. "More kills than anyone in HYDRA history, and that was before the Serum."

"They all turn out like you?" Wilson demands.

I shake my head. "Worse."

"The doctor. Could he control them?" Steve asks.

"Enough," I mutter, looking down.

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall," Steve adds.

"With these guys, he could do it," I say. "They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They can take a whole country down in one night, and you'd never see them coming."

Wilson detaches himself from the wall and moves closer to Steve. "This would have been a lot easier a week ago," he mutters.

I clasp my hands as they speak. If I hadn't gotten that Serum for HYDRA, we wouldn't be having this conversation. It's my fault.

"If we call Tony-"

"No, he won't believe us," Wilson cuts off.

"Even if he did…"

"Who knows if the Accords would let him help," Wilson finishes.

"We're on our own," Steve mutters, earning a shrug from Wilson.

"Maybe not. I know a guy."

"What guy?"

Wilson hesitated before answering. "He's an idiot running around dressed like an ant, but he's a good fighter. Smart, too."

"Okay. You contact him, and I can see if Sharon can get us our gear."

Wilson nodded before walking off.

I needed a distraction to keep me in the present. In Bucharest, I could say "hi" to someone at the diner, and they would strike up a conversation. They had learned that I'm not much of a talker, but they would make up for it. I looked up at Steve and wondered, "Who's Sharon?"

Steve stood up from the wall and took a few steps towards me. "She's a woman that I worked with who used to be part of SHIELD."

"Is she that blonde woman who you were talking to with Ross?"

Steve nodded and hummed in confirmation.

"She looks like Peggy," I muttered.

Steve smirked. "She's Peggy's niece."

I almost started. "Really?"

"Uh-huh," Steve nodded. "I just found out, actually. A couple days ago." His voice lowered. "At Peggy's funeral."

I figured that Peggy was dead. Just about everyone we knew is dead, and those that aren't must be barely clinging to life.

"She talked about you," Steve added.

I was silent for a moment. "She did?"

"Yeah. She had dementia," he explained, "so sometimes she was in the past, and sometimes she was in the present. She'd ask me where you were if you were okay."

I didn't know how to react, so I nodded.

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