"I thought your mission was quite clear to you soldier. Could you remind what it was?" Alexander sneered.

Bucky sat expressionless with his jaw shut tight. His eyes were adverted to the floor.

"Look at me, soldier!"

He stood his ground still not moving. 

A hand shot up and slapped him hard across the face. He wasn't very phased by it. It happened to him almost daily. The hand grabbed his chin roughly and yanked it up so that he was face to face with Alexander. 

"I'm going to ask you again soldier. What is your mission?"

"I-"

"You're mission is to eliminate Captain America."

Bucky nodded slowly.

"Then why did you let the god damn man go?!"

"I knew him... long ago."

"No, you didn't."

"His name was Steve. He-" his eyes grew with anger, "you lied to me. You told me he was dead, and then... and then you made me forget him!" realization was flooding him, "he's my best friend!" He swung his arm violently and it came into contact with Alexanders nose causing a pop to echo throughout the room. 

"Get him under control!" Alexander yelled as he recovered from the initial shock. 

Four doctors came and held him down as a fifth one wrapped a strap along his arms and torso to restrain him. He struggled against them, but it was no use. 

Alexander came forward; his hand holding his nose to stop the flow of blood. "What is your mission soldier?"

"Screw you." he sneered. 

Alexander signaled a man behind him, and he approached with a book in his hand. 

"No..." he whispered. He fought against the restraints harder and harder. 

"Zhelaniye..." the man started.

Bucky's breath quickened and his ribs were protesting against the pressure from fighting against the restraints. 

"Rzhavyy..." 

He could feel his mind turning against him. He could feel himself forgetting. He was going to kill his best friend and he couldn't stop himself. He was losing control and there was nothing he could do about hit. Steve's face began to melt away in his memories. He couldn't remember his name anymore. The man on the bridge. The man he saved from drowning. His mission. Kill Captain America. 

"Semnadtsat'"

He made one more fleeting attempt to be free, but it was too late. His body was betraying him. He let out an anguished scream. He was losing his mind. He couldn't trust himself. He had to kill. 

"Bucky..." 

Bucky? Who's Bucky?

"Bucky wake up..."

He could feel a hand on his arm. Whose hand was it?

"Bucky it's just a dream. Come on buddy wake up."

The doctors around him melted away and he peeled his eyes open to reveal that in front of him was the man from the bridge. 

"Steve?" He choked. There were tears on his cheeks, and his whole body was trembling. His breathing was much too fast and his heart couldn't catch up.

Steve leaned closer and placed his hand on his cheek. "Bucky it's me. It's alright. Just take deep breaths okay?"

Bucky shut his eyes and focused on breathing until it was once again at a steady rate. More tears leaked out against his will and Steve used his thumb to lightly brush them away. As he did so; he leaned his head up and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. 

"They... they wanted me to kill you, Steve," he said quietly. 

"Shhhh, Buck. It's alright. It was just a dream. You're safe here with me."

"Steve I can't- what if I lose control?"

"You won't. I promise. As long as I'm here; nothing bad is going to happen."

He opened his eyes and looked up at Steve who still had his hand on his cheek. They had this conversation already. A couple nights ago when he had the same dream. It kept coming back, and every time it left him disoriented, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be Buck. You have no reason to be sorry."

He didn't believe him, but he nodded his head anyway. 

Steve removed his hand from his cheek and scooched closer so he could wrap his arm around him. He pulled him closer and Bucky smiled at the warmth it sent throughout his frame.

"I love you Bucky, and I don't make promises I can't keep. If I say nothing bad is going to happen; then nothing bad is going to happen. Okay?"

"Okay.." he closed his eyes once again. Something about Steve's arms being around him soothed him and made him drowsy. He almost forgot, "oh and Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

Steve smiled, "I sure hope you do."