He saw Steve shake his hand, as he walked into the room. The doors swung open, and out came Bucky. Around him, girls were doing ballet, doing slow and graceful movements. His eyes lay on a girl. Her face was a blur. He squinted, trying to see her face, but he found himself walking towards her. The girl stopped in her tracks, and stared at him, her face still not visible. She walked away, and Bucky followed her. They reached a garden. The girl's face was blurry, even though they were barely two feet apart. She held his hand, and the two felt the wind's breeze. But, moments later, she let go. The girl turned around, face-to-face with a gun, pointed at her head. Bucky, frightened, took a step towards the woman carrying the gun. The woman made a gesture to follow her, and the two lovers did. They followed her into a room, with a chair.

"Sit on the chair," the woman said in Russian. Bucky took a step back, but bumped into a man. The man stared at him, taking his gun out.

"SIT ON THE CHAIR," the man yelled, his gruff voice, startling Bucky. Bucky looked over at the girl, who had tears roll down her cheeks. Bucky, forced, sat on the chair. He felt sweat run down his face, as he tightened his grip around the bars. The girl was set on a stretcher, and was taken away. Bucky tried to loosen her arms, and grab her, but it was too late. The memory shock reached his mind, erasing his memory. Bucky's head buzzed, as he screamed in pain.

He woke up. Bucky looked around to see him back in the forest, where he always was. His head ached.

"Who was that girl?" Bucky muttered to himself, in a gruff voice, "I need to find out my past.. and the only way to know, is to find that girl."

                                   ~❤️~

"Any leads on Barnes?" Natasha asked Agent Hill, as she typed away on the computer.

"He couldn't have gone far from the area in which Steve fell, we have agents searching the perimeter," Agent Hill replied, looking at Bucky's file reports. The redhead nodded.

"I'm going to check on Steve," Natasha stated, leaving the room. She headed into the ER, and on a bed, lay Steve, with bruised covering his body. Natasha pity him. This all happened because of him.

"Stupid Barnes," Natasha muttered to herself, as she walked up towards the wounded soldier.

"Romanoff.." Steve nodded, as he struggled to get up, "Did you find him?"

"No.." Natasha shook her head, leaving a sad expression on Steve's face. Natasha never felt what Steve felt.. love. She didn't understand why Steve felt this way for someone who tried to kill him. She knew they had a past, but was it worth it?

"I need to find Bucky.." Steve sighed, "He is my best friend." Natasha didn't feel like hurting Steve's feelings, but she also didn't want Steve to cry over someone like him.

"Rogers, he tried to kill you.." Natasha snapped, her arms crossed against his chest. Steve looked up into her emerald eyes, with a look of confusion.

"He saved me.. He brought me out of the river.." Steve said, his head boiling red, with anger.

"You were unconscious! How would you know that?" Natasha yelled, flinging her arms in the air, enraged.

"All I remember is I hit the cold water, how else would I have gotten out? Bucky saved me!" Steve argued.

"You just washed up! Bucky doesn't love you! And, he never will!" Natasha yelled, leaving the room. Steve smashed his glass of water onto the floor, as soon as the redhead left the room. Shards of glass skidded on the floor, as Steve turned to his nightstand. There, stood, a picture of Bucky and Steve laughing.

"I will find you," Steve muttered to himself, as he got up, and left the room.