Okay. Here's this one.

NadzKers12: Yup. He's gonna start remembering stuff. And whether that's a good thing or not...we'll see.

Guest: Yup. Bucky is here. In the flesh.

Farbeyondthegrave: Well, I'm glad you found it again! And yes, Pierce is a dick who wouldn't think twice about torturing someone. And she doesn't know they're his trigger words yet. She doesn't even know all of them. She had a dream where he was carving them into her skin, and she as curious as to what they meant. But right now she doesn't understand that they do mean something.

Guest: I know. So have I. But don't think everything's going to be happy just yet.

Tiphanie: I couldn't let Bucky leave her behind! But things aren't going to be happy for a long time. There's still a lot of demons they have to get through.

DarylDixon'sLover: Yeah, don't expect that to happen too quickly. But they're going somewhere safe. Well, relatively safe.

SevaraRose: Well, apparently I'm an evil genius! I'm not complaining though! Bucky's my favorite too. I love his character so much. Even when he's the Winter Soldier.

TheMauGrimm: I think that's a good thing...but thank you! I'm glad you like it!

Enjoy!

I groaned as I came back to consciousness. I was on a bed, the smell of clean linen filling my nose. There were blankets pulled up around me, and for a moment I thought I was safe at home, in bed. But I was quickly reminded that wasn't the case. Everything that happened flashed through my mind again. The Asset had come for me, and kidnapped me. Again. My eyes snapped open and I found myself in bed, staring at a wall. The room was dark, all except for a lamp on behind me, casting shadows over the wall. I did a quick check, finding I was still in my clothes, and nothing hurt. So he hadn't raped me while I was out. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to.

I turned around slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, but he was sitting at the table by the window, staring at me. He hadn't changed out of his uniform, his hair was frizzy, and there was still blood on his face. I swallowed nervously as we stared at each other, his eyes were hard, but there was something behind them that I'd never seen before. Something human.

He shifted slightly, reaching across the table with his metal arm, snatching something up from the barrage of weapons that were littering the table before he tossed it to me. I flinched ducking down, like the blankets would protect me, until I heard the slosh of water as the bottle hit my bed. I lowered the blanket, staring at the water bottle for a moment before looking back to him. His head was turned and he was staring out the crack in the blinds. I sat up, my eyes never leaving him. I was still waiting for him to pounce, to shove me down and take me again and again, like what Rumlow had done. Like what he'd done before. But he didn't move.

I grabbed the water bottle, inspecting it. I had expected it to be drugged, but I was reassured when the cap popped as I opened it, signalling it hadn't been opened yet. I took a long drink, surprised at how thirsty I really was. I drank half the bottle before putting the cap back on, setting it on the nightstand.

"What's your name?" I asked him after a moment. I couldn't keep calling him the Asset. He had to have a name, or at least something else I could call him.

"I don't know." He said, not moving his gaze from the window, but his body still sat facing me. There was a rather large rifle across his lap, maybe a security blanket for him, or something.

"You don't know your name?" I asked, swallowing my nerves. What was going on here? Had HYDRA really tortured him that much? Taken away everything, even his name?

He didn't say anything, just kept staring out the window. Every car door slam had him pulling the curtains back slightly. I watched him, a little fascinated, and a little scared.

I leaned back against the headboard, studying the room. It wasn't bad, I'd certainly seen worse. Cheap, though I didn't quite know what kind of salary HYDRA operatives made. If he made one. There was a single bed, the one I was laying in, a table in chairs by the window, which he had taken over. And I assumed the bathroom was behind the wall to my right, by the door.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking back to him.

"Still in D.C." He said, turning to look at me before his gaze was torn to the door when pounding footsteps came down the hallway. He was on his feet in a flash, going to the door to watch out the peephole, not satisfied until the footsteps were gone. "We're safe, for tonight. But we'll have to move again tomorrow."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him as he sat back in his chair, looking back out the window.

"I know what I did to you." He said. "I remember it. HYDRA won't stop looking for me. If I had left you there, they would have come and killed you. Finish off what your father had planned."

"He's dead, isn't he." I said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes." He turned back to look at me.

"Good." I said, before laying back down, facing away from him. If he was going to attack me, then at least I wouldn't have to watch him do it.

I woke up a few hours later when his flesh hand covered my mouth. This was it, this was how it was going to happen. I screamed, fighting against his hand until he lifted his metal finger, putting it to his lips. I quieted down, still breathing hard as he removed his hand, turning away from me.

"You were screaming in your sleep." He said as he unzipped his duffle bag, putting the weapons back inside.

I was having a nightmare. Rumlow was back and he'd found us. He was torturing the Asset, making me watch before turning on me, raping me in front of him. The Asset was screaming, yelling curses at Rumlow, but he couldn't move. I pleaded with him, trying to reach him, but I couldn't.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was five in the morning, the sky just starting to lighten. The Asset's hair was wet, and he'd changed into jeans and a t-shirt.

"If you want to shower, do it now. I don't know when we'll have a chance again." He said not turning around as he packed his weapons away.

I slid out of bed, grabbing my backpack before heading to the bathroom. I locked the door, having to take a moment to reassure myself he wasn't going to come barging through, before I stripped, starting the shower.

I didn't take long, not wanting to keep him waiting, afraid he'd come in and start trying to help me. I toweled myself off, grabbing clothes from my backpack, glad he'd at least grabbed me underwear when he'd packed last night. I was fishing through the clothes when I saw a piece of paper at the bottom of my backpack. Then I remembered the dream I'd had. The words that had been carved on my skin. I'd stuck it in there so no one else would see. I shoved it back down, grabbing clothes quickly before leaving the bathroom.

The Asset was waiting for me, pulling on a pair of boots. I towel dried my hair, pulling it into a braid before pulling on my shoes, shoving my dirty clothes into my backpack. The Asset pulled on a cargo jacket, and I didn't miss the wince when he moved his right shoulder. The cuts on his face were all but gone, but his shoulder was still bothering him.

"You're injured." I said as we drove away from the hotel in a stolen car. He was still holding his right arm stiffly, his left on the steering wheel.

He didn't say anything, just kept driving, heading wherever we were going. He wouldn't tell me that either. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. He wouldn't tell me anything, besides the fact HYDRA was going to kill me if I didn't run. And apparently I had to run with him. I mean, it was reassuring, having someone I knew could protect me, but at the same time...I'd been through so much...I'd seen what he could do. Felt it. I was still jumpy, scared that he was going to snap and try to hurt me. He made sure not to move too fast around me, something I was grateful for.

I leaned my head against the window as he pulled into the Smithsonian.

"What are we going here?" I asked, but he just opened his door, telling me to wait while he got out of the car. I watched him in the side mirror as he scanned the area before opening my door, pulling me out. He was gentle about it this time, not nearly ripping my arm off. Though I still shied away from his touch.

He reached into the back of the car, unzipping his bag before pulling a hoodie out, draping it around me. I put my arms through the sleeves as he zipped it up, reaching in to grab a cargo jacket and a hat, pulling them on. He slipped a beanie over my hair before starting to walk towards the building. The museum was already packed, filled with tourists.

"Seriously, what are we doing here?" I asked, almost having to run to keep up with his long strides.

"Looking for something." Was all I got.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I couldn't help the flinch at the touch. I kept my body a few inches away from his, but he didn't seem to notice as we slipped through the crowd. I was sweating, nervous as we approached the Captain America exhibit. I was confused, watching him as we walked around, an unreadable expression on his face.

It wasn't until we got to one specific exhibit that I realized what we were doing there.

"Bucky Barnes." I whispered, not missing the way he tensed. I frowned, looking from the picture to him, then back again. "Oh shit." I breathed, looking back up at his face as he stared at the memorial for the fallen soldier. "You...you're." I looked back and forth between the picture and him a few dozen times, not quite able to process what I was seeing. "Holy shit." Was all I could say. "You're Bucky Barnes."