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Winchester, NY Motel

Steve POV

"Oh my god! Nat, I had no... I'm so sorry."

"No, don't stress over it. Nothing happened. That's how I met Bucky. Coincidence, he was killing a target next door and heard my screams. Looking back on it now I know that he was really disgusted by the guy."

"Other than the obvious...?"

"Normally, he would break their necks, but if someone really rubbed him in the wrong way, he goes a little further than that, hence the stabbing and arm breaking."

"That's actually something that Bucky and I want to do to a man when he abuses women and children. We both hold each other back from doing things we probably would regret. It got a lot harder as we were going deeper into Nazi occupied areas we were liberating."

"Wait are you saying that you would do the same thing?"

"Well I'm not much of a stabber-"

"I never took you for someone who would-"

"Natalia, I'm human too. Everyone seems to be forgetting that I would have vengeful dark feelings too. If you had seen me during the war then you would look at me very differently."

"Well I bet it's not as bad as the stuff you have read about me on the internet, heck, I'm surprised you're even talking to me right now."

Does she really think so low of herself? "Nat, you were raised and trained by cruel and evil men. You knew almost no different until you met Hawkeye."

"No, Steve I... Bucky was the only good influence in my life and because of him I knew different. I just made horrible decisions as if..."

"...As if...?" I sat up in bed and stared a the wall.

"As if I didn't know him at all." No, did they...? Is it possible that they wiped her memory?

"Natasha I think that the Red Room might have tampered with your memories. Maybe that's why you made those decisions and didn't remember Bucky."

"Damn it! I can't believe... This is just great! Just great. Bucky and I so happen to be friends too and neither of us remember snot and tried to kill each other." she cried. I started to hear her sniffle on her end. I guess she and I are not so different. But she is really beating herself up over this.

"Nat, I want you to listen to me closely. You are not a bad person. You're a good person that has made some bad decisions because you were trapped. I understand that in a way. I've seen you Natalia."

"No, Steve. You don't have to-"

"Yes, I do. I'm telling you the truth. I suck at lying but I know I can be honest with you. You are a good person now that makes good and bad choices now like everyone else. None of us are perfect. I don't even want to hear or see you think lowly of yourself. Okay?"

There was silence on the other end but thanks to the serum I could pick up on blowing on a Kleenex. I waited patiently and finally she spoke back. "Okay, then. So in a way we are all friends with each other through work and Bucky?"

"Yeah, that's unexpected. The tops, but unexpected."

"The tops? Oh, yeah I forgot you're an old man."

"Hey you could be 50 years old for all I know."

"75 actually."

"Say what now?" Is she that old? I'm not sure if didn't hear her right or she was kidding around.

"Back to our long lost buddy. So after I saw him..." Well that was quick change in subject.

She told me the rest on how Bucky, despite having the demeanor that he didn't know he was brainwashed at all, rescued her, comforted her and cleaned her up. He left here in a clean hotel room and contacted his handlers and Brushov on his completed assignment, including his extra kill. A couple months afterwards, Bucky reappeared in her life and trained her along with the other Red Room recruits. Natasha started to excel more than everyone else, so she and Bucky were put on missions together to blend in as siblings. All the while Bucky, even though he didn't remember who he was at the time, would tell her stories of his travels to London and the States, promising her a better and normal life if she wanted to go, in which she immediately agreed to. Bucky started to make plans to smuggle him and Natasha to the States planning little by little so Brushov wouldn't suspect.

"...And that's all I remember. I'm still going to my sessions so hopefully I'll be able to uncover what happened. And there was something that Bucky has always said to me since we met at the hotel."

"What was it?"

"I'm with you till the end of the line, сестренка (little sister)."

"That's what he told me when my mother passed away. Even though I felt alone and hurt, he was there."

"Ditto here. hey it's getting late. You and Sam found a lead on him?"

"Yeah, he's heading to Canada where I think there is a Hydra base in the wilderness. He's been hitting these places all over the world Nat. Tomorrow morning we're going to ask an old war buddy of mine to help me track him."

"Good luck with that then." I could hear some skepticism in her voice.

"Natalia, don't worry. We'll bring our buddy back before you know it."

"Thanks. And be careful, please."

"Я это сделаю. Спокойной ночи Наталья. (I will. Good night Natalia.)"

"Ваше России становится все лучше. Продолжайте практиковать.Спокойной ночи. (Your Russian is getting better. Keep practicing. Good night.)"

She hung up. I tried to go to sleep but couldn't with all these mixed emotions. I knew that Natasha had a harsh background growing up but I didn't realize that the KGB operatives in charge would treat the girls so cruelly. Much less set them up with pedophiles. I guess I'm really naive like everyone has told me.

My thoughts then went to Bucky. Back at D.C. we found a building with a room littered with computers, repair tools, medical supplies and some weird electric chair. I had Stark and Banner stop by to take a look at it, his results were harrowing. Hydra used this as a safe house to store Bucky and wipe his memory. The process doing so was needless to say painful. They twisted his mind so much that he only knows fear of not obeying an order. Like a robot he obeyed order after order. But the memory wiping didn't start until 1955. How is that possible? How did Natasha come to know Bucky? Is she really that old?

My thoughts are interrupted as a pounding came from my door. I grabbed my shield and walked cautiously to the door. The pounding continued.

"Open up girl scout? I know you're in here!"

Wait I know that gruffy voice any where. I swung the door open to find his smug scruffy face with smoke coming from his nostrils.

"It's been awhile Logan. A couple months ago in a bar fight?"

"Yeah, good times."

"You might want to wake your buddy and meet me at the 24 hour diner."

24 hr. Diner 2:45 a.m.

"So how I heard what happened in D.C. and the chatter."

"What sort of chatter?" asked Sam. He was a little drowsy and still recovering from jet lag.

"That Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD, secrets dumped on the internet, though not in the way I wanted it to happen. And a man with a metal arm causing havoc on a highway. I take it that you're tracking him?"

"Logan, there's something that you should know about the man with the metal arm."

He took a long puff from his cigar before answering. "What is it?"

"Hydra calls him the Winter Soldier. You and I know him by a different name."

"What name would that be?"

"Bucky."

There has been only one time that I had seen Logan in utter shock. It was before he was assigned to go to the Pacific Front. "Barnes? No, no that's not possible. The report said he was dead."

"But they didn't recover his body. Russians found him and Hydra did the rest."

"But if he, did survive-"

"Brainwashing and electroshock torture later on. Logan the things they did to him. He didn't even recognize me. Not until right before he dealt a killing blow. Next thing I know I'm being pulled out of the river and recovering in a hospital. I've been tracking him since."

The waitress came back with more coffee and our early breakfast meals. We ate in silence. After paying the bill and leaving our tips we headed outside. Logan walked ahead of us to finish his cigar.

"Is he gonna be alright?"

"He'll be alright Sam. He just needs to process this."

"But what if he doesn't help?"

"That's up to him."

"But if he crosses the border and into the wilderness, we lose him. Probably for good."

"If you two are done yapping, we better hit the road."

"Wait your coming?"

"What do want, tears and a hug bird brain? We move out now, before we lose another friend to these psychopaths. Hydra in Canada like to do some pretty sick crap." Logan immediately went to his motorcycle, revved it up and waited for us to follow him.

"Lets go Sam."

"Aye aye, captain! Next stop Canadian wilderness."