'If Plan A didn't work, don't worry; there's 25 more letters in the alphabet!'

A/N: Heya! So here's Chapter 14! *throws chapter to happy crowd*

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I sat up, sweat drenched and my hands shooting to my head. The nightmares were back. It's not like they ever left, but it would be a matter of days or weeks before I'd start screaming in my nightmares again.

I tried to calm my breathing, glancing outside to see moonlight shine through the blinds. It was 2.03 AM, and although I was tired when I went to bed, I was restless right now.

My gazing outside stopped as I noticed something shift in my field of vision. I looked over to see Bucky, silently struggling in his sleep. Nightmare.

I shifted myself off the couch, my steps silent on the hardwood floor. I stumbled over to him, still not releasing the bonds of vibranium keeping him down. If I did, I would either be gravely injured or dead right now. I've heard of many times the Winter Soldier had problems and it usually didn't end up with the person confronting him alive.

Softly and carefully, I shook him. "Bucky," I whispered, my voice like the wind. "It's okay. Wake up. It's just a nightmare."

Suddenly, he rattled out of his sleep, his blue orbs widening. He tried to pull his arms up, but they were stuck. I could tell he was panicking now, so I quickly grabbed a hold of his shoulders. "It's okay," I quickly muttered. "You're okay."

Finally, his haunted voice spoke. "Where's Charlotte?"

It broke me to see him like this. He was struggling to remember. It wasn't a nightmare. It had been a vision. I could see it in the pain in his eyes.

"I'm Charlotte," I whispered, softly holding his shoulders so they would stop shaking. He was shaking like a leaf.

All of a sudden, there were tears in his eyes. His blue eyes, glazing over, were filled with tears as he couldn't recognise my face.

"Charlotte," he wept. "Where's Charlotte?"

"She's okay," I mumbled. "I'm okay."

"Please don't hurt her," his raspy voice whispered shakily, tears still falling.

It broke my heart. He actually cared about my wellbeing? After all he's been through? Damn.

"Bucky," I whispered again. "It's okay. I'm Charlotte, and I'm okay."

His eyes snapped to mine, searching me for answers. He stared at me for a while longer.

"You can go back to sleep," I softly said, letting go of his shoulders.

He nodded wordlessly, but I could still see tears in his eyes. Why was he so upset? And why did I feel like HYDRA probably had said those words to him before?

As he closed his eyes, I felt a single tear slip down my cheek. It hurt so much, to see my poor friend like this after 70 years. His joyful face instead now dark, sullen and robbed of innocence and happiness.

I quickly made my way back to the couch I was resting on, pulling the blanket over me. I was happy Steve didn't have to see this. It would've made him break down. He was already so upset that his friend hardly remembered him.

Either way, I closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep.

I didn't sleep any more that night.

Steve came out of his room at around 7 AM, fully rested and happy for the day. I wish I had been like that.

His first priority had been to check up on Bucky. Luckily, Bucky was basically fully immune, except for his mental instability. Bucky had woken up like a robot, and I was pretty surprised he actually remembered us.

Of course, he was mad that we'd captured him. But Steve, inspirational guy he was, told Bucky that we'd help him remember and be Bucky again. I, on the other hand, already knew that Bucky would never fully recover, as mean as that sounded.

With reluctance, Bucky had gotten breakfast and eaten all of it, and I didn't need to be trained to know Bucky was actually happy to eat something. This made me wonder when the last time was when he ate. Judging from my past experience with HYDRA, he probably didn't eat much.

I tried my best to keep my hair in my face so they wouldn't see the dark shadows that were beneath my electric blue eyes. I didn't need Steve or Bucky, if he even remembered, to see that I'm restless. Not that the latter one would probably even care.

Because we didn't have to do anything important today and Steve was planning to show Bucky basically everything, I had been spending my time organising and writing in a notebook on places I'd like to see and things I'd like to do. I may have been out of the ice for a while, but I still wanted to travel the world.

Unfortunately, because of my hair arrangement today, I was forced to keep pausing my writing, constantly brushing strands of hair out of my eyes so I could actually see what I was writing. But to no avail.

"Why don't you just pull your hair back?"

The voice that had asked the question had been soft, and I knew it was Bucky, because Steve was currently rummaging through his stuff in his room.

"I don't want to," I replied dryly, brushing another strand out of my eyes, making sure my hair still covered my eye bags.

"Why not?"

I shrugged. Wow, Charlotte. You're being super nice to your poor amnesiac 90-year-old friend today!

I heard and saw the couch shift in my vision, but nothing else because my stupid hair was still blocking my view. But before I knew it, I felt a hand brush my hair aside.

I looked up for a bit. It wasn't like Bucky to act like this. He was gazing at me, looking somewhat thoughtful. I wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but I didn't want to disturb him.

Suddenly, as quickly as he had been somewhat sentimental, it stopped, his stoic mask setting into place again. He shuffled back to the couch, agitatedly glancing at the door. I, on the other hand, was extremely confused.

Finally, Steve broke the palpable tension in the air by barging through the door. I glanced up for a bit to see Steve carrying several boxes and albums. He quickly sat down next to Bucky, putting the boxes down on the floor.

"So this is all I have to help you remember," Steve eagerly said. I knew he was happy.

Finally, he picked up the first album, and then I realised that Steve should probably go easy on Bucky for now.

"Hey, Steve," I quickly started. He glanced up. "Go easy on him. This is all new for him."

Steve's face dropped a tiny bit, but he still nodded. Then, he flipped open the first page of the album, and because I was curious, I went over and leaned a bit on the couch so I could see as well.

"This is when we first met," Steve said proudly. I smiled. It looked so nice to see them all young and happy. I assumed it was around a year or two before they met me.

I glanced over to see Bucky studying the picture carefully. He seemed sort of lost.

"And here's when we first had a group picture with Charlotte," Steve quietly added as he flipped over to the next page.

My heart almost stopped. I looked so... different. I couldn't even recognise myself! My hair was still the same colour and I still had that weird look about myself, but I didn't see anything else that didn't change. It felt horrible to see what time does to you.

The next few pages were all of us, doing random silly things or going about our daily lives. There were even a few sketches here and there, which I nodded to, impressed. I knew Steve was an artist, but... whoa.

Suddenly, I saw a picture of the Stark Expo. It was scrawny Steve and Bucky, with two girls.

The night I was gone.

Everything came crashing down on me. The kidnapping, the torturing... the sudden realisation that I'd fought with and left Bucky in HYDRA, not even lifting a single finger to try and save him.

Oh my god.

I felt sick to the bones. I felt my breathing increase drastically, and I managed a small "excuse me" before I rushed into the bathroom.

And there I cried.

Sorry there's basically no action here. Just a lot of.. bad dreams, awkward situations and angst.

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