Here is chapter two like I promised! Its a bit shorter than the first chapter. The chapter lengths will vary form update to update. I know it's probably confusing and all since we all know Bucky has his memories wiped after every mission, but in my head canon- this takes place after CA:TWS (when he's on the run) and without his "appointments" for a wipe like he's used to- his mind is jumbling the past and present memories and he's not thinking straight, so bare with me. This is going to be a dark fic about the mind;D

Consciousness was slow in returning. I could feel my body becoming aware and when it did, the result was explosive. I shot bolt upright, my head whipped back and forth, disoriented for a moment by the combined strain of a serious exhaustion and the darkness that surrounded me. It took me a minute to make out the outline of the nearby furniture, and another to recognize the familiar shape of the window across from my bed. It was night out, and as my pounding head quelled just enough to restore my vision back to normal, I saw the full moon flanked by a scintillating arsenal of stars. I don't know why it calmed, but it did. The air was cool and my breathing was regulating. Tightness was around my rib cage and with shaky hands I felt at my torso through the sheets. I seemed to have been bandaged.

Confused, I pulled my legs out from under me and swung them over the bed. The hardwood was cold against my feet as I stood. I could make out the outline of my glasses on the bedside table. Once they were on I took in the large cup of water and the time.

8:30 pm.

I didn't go to work today? How'd I get in my bed? I was down stairs after...and then it all came flooding back and I glanced around my room. He was still here. I stayed still hoping to hear him meandering about down stairs, but it was as quiet as ever. I acted quickly moving towards my door I grabbed the wooden bat my father had given me when I moved out here, and opened my door. The stairs were directly below- I glanced across the hall at my spare room and the bathroom. I was expecting someone to come walking out of one of those doors and when they didn't I began my trek downstairs. I gripped the bat and tried to calm my breathing when I came around the corner.

He wasn't in the living room either.

Or in the kitchen.

Or in the house. Period.

He was gone.

The man with the steely blue eyes had vanished.

I couldn't believe it. He was gone!

Relieved, I checked all my doors and called 911.

"Now, you said this man came out of nowhere?" The officer asked me for the third time.

For some reason halfway through the questioning this cop had a set opinion about me. I could see it in his eyes and knew he was taking in my appearance. My air was a mess, mascara was gooped under my eyes and my hoodie was discarded and I only had my tank top on. I shifted my weight to the side and gawked at the officer when he suggested that I could have been drinking last night, had a one night stand and forgotten I had invited a man home with me. I was warned about this guy. I peered at his name tag. Officer David was known to be sexist towards women victims. Bethany had warned me about him after he was on the scene for her purse snatching. Of course, it was the females fault for holding her purse too low and not watching where she had put it.

"You know what? I'd really like it if you left, please," I stated bluntly looking up at him with arms crossed in defiance.

"Ma'am-,"

"No, it's OK, I'll just whack the guy with my bat next time I see him. Thanks again, Officer," I escorted him towards the door and slammed it behind him.

"Whack me with a bat?"

I stiffened at the sound of his voice and I looked up to see him standing by the top of the stairs leaning over the banister peering down at me.

"I thought we were friends, Thelma,"

"I don't know you," Was all I was able to choke out before he began to come down the stairs.

His eyes were glued to me as he came closer. I squirmed under his heated gaze and I could feel my body grow hot. I stayed glued to the door. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as he reached the last step. I could see him more clearly now, his face was handsome and his eyes were bright. You could tell he worked out by the way the cotton of his hoodie stretched over his arms and how broad his shoulders were. I never noticed before, but he was wearing a glove on only one hand, his right hand. His pants were dark- some type of military grade black pants, I guessed. His feet were heavy in dark combat boots and I watched them grow nearer until he was standing in front of me. I could feel his body heat as he looked down at me. I could see the shadow he cast over me. And feel my heart hammering in my chest as I raked my eyes up his body to his vibrant blues. The way he was looking at me was reminiscent of his gaze he had for me earlier, but this- this was different. This was a million and one secrets flashing before his eyes. A million and one unspoken words between him and Thelma.

"You know I don't believe that," He whispered leaning into me. His breath was hot against my forehead and I gasped when his right hand pressed hard against my hip, my eyes darting to his.

And that's when he kissed me.

And I slapped him.

He stepped back his eyes clouding over briefly before he grabbed me by the throat. His hand tightened and I gasped for air clawing at his wrist.

"Thelma," His voice tore threw me. He sounded so hurt.

So hurt that I, who he thought was Thelma, would slap him across the face. I gasped as my vision began to spot. You have to think of something fast, Nadene, or this man is going to kill you.

"I'm...sorry!" I choked out and I felt his hold on me loosen, "You've been gone for so long," I hoped this was going to work. No- I prayed this was going to work.

He stepped back his feet unsteady, and I watched him sink to the ground in front of me, his strong arms reaching up to wrap around my waist as he kneeled before me. He pressed the side of his face to my stomach and pulled me close to him. His arms tightly wound around my body.

"I don't know what anything is anymore," He whispered against my stomach. His voice was low and I shuddered as I felt it vibrate through me.

I sucked in a breath my mind willing my body not to panic as I reached out, slowly to place a hand on his head. He kept repeating that same line over and over again and I realized that he wasn't crying or shattering to pieces, but chanting to himself. Like it was something he needed to remember. I placed my other hand on his shoulder and he relaxed a bit. His lips were still moving- I could feel them - the heat of his breath was on my stomach as he chanted over and over again. He was like a broken record stuck on a timeless loop.

"I don't know what anything is anymore,"

Suddenly his hold on me went slack and I watched him catapult away from me. His body was rigid again and he eyed me closely as he stood up. Brows furrowed he leaned into me again and I cringed back into the door. Both of his hands slammed down beside my head, his arms locked, and his body imprisoning me against my front door.

"You're not Thelma," He growled.

I could lie again or I could tell the truth- they say the truth sets you free.

"I'm not Thelma. My name is Nadene," I explained my voice shaking as each word fumbled from my quivering lips.

"You look like her," His eyes roamed down my body again before snapping up to my eyes, "but you're not her. You're too light,"

"I-,"

His fist slammed into the door past my head and I screamed bringing my arms up to cover my face from the splinters. In this moment I realized that his hand was stuck and he was struggling to pull it back out of the door. If I don't move now the next blow will surely be my head. I darted out from under his arm only to be pawed at by his free hand. Shit, his arms are long! I managed to dodge his fingers, but I didn't count his leg coming out to trip me.

I slammed into the floor with such force that my glasses slid across the floor and my head split open, blood trickling down my forehead. I hissed placing a palm to my wound as I turned over, my ribs were throbbing.

"Oh, God," I seethed threw clenched teeth as tears slid down my cheeks.

He loomed over me. Large feet placed firmly beside both hips, trapping me once again in his grasp. I tried to get out of his hold, but he only tightened it kneeled down on top of me. I was pulled up by the straps of my tank top and a sudden need to cover myself wafted over me, but I dared not move.

"If your not Thelma, then what are you doing living in her house?"

Why in the hell does he think I'm my grandmother?!

And end chapter. I told you it was going to be a crazy ride! Be sure to review! I'd love to hear your amazing thoughts on Bucky's complete 180 of mood swings:) Chapter three might be up tomorrow. I'm not sure yet.