"Who the hell is Bucky?"

It's his voice, his eyes, his face, but not him. Why doesn't he remember? Who is the person in front of me? His question echoes through my mind on repeat as I keep staring at him with widened eyes, not believing what's happening and still processing his appearance. It's like I'm stuck in trance and I don't notice the rest of the world anymore.

Bucky suddenly pulls out a gun, aiming it at me but Steve protectively pulls me down as Sam appears in his Falcon suit out of nowhere to kick Bucky away. I cry in pain when Steve and I land on the ground, my aching arm snaps me out of my daze, so does the explosion of the missile that Bucky has shot. The black smoke vanishes quickly and the lost soldier is gone.

"Bucky?" I find my voice again, calling him and a desperate urge spreads through my chest while I look around, searching for him. He's gone, like a ghost. Sirens from the distance come closer and become louder, in the next moment we are surrounded by Hydra agents and their black vans. My mind is completely scattered and I'm too taken aback to react to Rumlow's yells behind me.

"Get on your knees and don't you even dare to use your powers. Get down. Now!" His voice raises impatiently when I'm still standing. "Get the hell down, Voltricity!"

I feel a rough kick against my back, making me fall motionless to the ground. Heavy handcuffs tie me up and a needle is bored into each of my wrists, injecting me with a liquid that has a numbing effect. Rumlow grabs my shoulder to pull me up and shoves me roughly into a van with Sam and Steve who wear handcuffs as well.

"Are you guys alright?" Sam asks us concerned and helps me up while two other agents with uniforms and helmets enter the van. Then the car starts driving off, probably to a highly guarded prison. I just stare quietly at the metallic ground and Bucky's death replays in my head, then the fight against the Winter Soldier. He has a metal arm now and belongs to Hydra. What have they done to him?

"Always." I answer and swallow, pressing my lips together. The injection has numbed my hands, disabling my electricity but I still feel the pain in my partially fractured arm. I glance at Steve who looks like the lost boy from Brooklyn again, his face is pale and it's like he's frozen.

"It was him." He confirms with a surprisingly sober voice. "But he didn't even recognize us while looking right at us."

"How's that even possible?" Sam questions curiously and confused. "It was like seventy years ago."

I think about it and the realization grows on me when I remember the flash drive in my boots. "Zola. Bucky's unit was captured in 1943, Zola experimented on them. Whatever he did, it probably helped Bucky to survive the fall. Hydra must have found him, brainwashed him and... and turned him into the Winter Soldier."

"Eve, none of this is your fault, okay?" Steve attempts to convince me, hearing the guilt lacing my voice, but all I think of now is how they changed Bucky and about the child I had lost. Bucky doesn't know about it. I refuse to believe what my best friend says, it would be wrong to believe him because it is my fault. I just rest my head tiredly on his shoulder, feeling dizzy and broken.

"We need to get a doctor here." Sam immediately demands, shooting the two guards an urgent glance after eyeing my wounds properly. "If we don't, her state is gonna deteriorate."

"Oh, we will." A familiar voice answers beneath the helmet and the guard takes it off. To my surprise, it's Clint with a sympathetic smile and messed up hair from the helmet. I'm not gonna question how he ended up here. His cocky voice becomes soft and kind as he looks at me. "You alright, kiddo? Do you think you can bear the pain till we arrive?"

I just nod weakly and glance at the second guard who removes the helmet. As expected, it's Natasha who grins at us. "Well, you two got into quite a mess..." Then she meets Sam's eyes who just stares at the two agents with confusion. "Who's this guy?"

"This is Sam Wilson, former soldier and known as the Falcon. Sam, these are Natasha and Clint, Avengers that you may know from the news about the New York incident. They're friends." Steve explains quickly. "How are we gonna escape and what do you mean with 'till we arrive'? Arrive where?"

"You really think that the real SHIELD would disappear simple like this? I thought you'd have more faith in the organization that your girl had founded, Cap." Clint now smirks and reveals a familiar rod that I've already seen on our mission on the Bahamas. It produces a laser beam to cut certain things, such as metal. He carves a huge hole into the ground, letting the air rush into the van, then he talks through the earpiece on the comm. "Hill, is your car ready?" He pauses, receiving an answer. "Alright, guys, climb through the hole to the other van on our left."

"While the car is moving?" Steve raises a brow in the air and Clint tilts his head.

"Well, I'm not gonna ask the Hydra agent if he would be so kind as to stop for us to flee." He remarks with sass. "Now, c'mon. It's time to escape Hydra and save the world."

B  U  C  K  Y

Unknown scientists fix my arm that has been disabled by the brunette girl on the bridge, the girl who produces electricity. The disfunction paralyzes my metal arm and the nerves that are connected with the weapon on my body burn like hell, refreshing the scars on my skin. I squint my eyes, trying to ignore the pounding in my head that begs to remember, to remember anything. This girl... who is she? She gave me a name, an identity, something no one has ever done for me during the time I remember. And yet, not even I know who I am.

Her green eyes and this wave of chocolate brown hair, I've seen them somewhere before with the combination of this pale and soft skin of hers. My mind is a whole mess, a chaotic and unfinished puzzle of blurred memories that I can't catch or assign, pieces of a mosaic that don't fit. Faces and voices, most of them unknown but somehow familiar.

"Sergeant Barnes... " The face of the man with glasses and a thick german accent appears in my mind, the face I always see when I close my eyes and drown in oblivion. A memory flashes through my mind, too quick to understand it but I catch a glimpse of the brunette girl, reaching for my hand on a freight car while tears fill her eyes.

"Bucky! I promise I won't let you go!" This name again. What does that mean? Why was she calling out to me like that, why was she crying? The sorrow in her eyes causes an urge in me to stop that, to end her suffering. The way she looked at me, not like I was her enemy, it was the complete other way. Like I was important. The arising confusion makes me angry, driving me crazy. Who am I? Who am I, who am I, who am I?!

Why do the tears in her eyes bother me so much, as if I want to prevent them, need to protect her from them? No. It is different. I want her to cry, I want her to let it out, so she doesn't have to stay strong and fake a smile anymore. I want to give her safety, so one day, she would be able to smile sincerely. This feeling grows with each second, my heart aching because I can't give her that safety. Who the hell is this girl?? Why does she possess so many of my memories? I don't understand it.

"The procedure has already started." The trail of blood in the white pure snow, the suddenly heavy metallic weight on my left side, then the icy cold biting my skin. "You are to be the new face of Hydra. Put him on ice."

I was under cryo. I lost my arm. They found me. Hydra. I remember the cold darkness and the screams of the victims that I killed, whose lives ended in my hands. The memories are clearer now, yet the mystery about the girl remains unsolved. Overwhelmed by the confusion and rage, I lose it, throwing the Hydra agents off and knocking them over.

I get immediately threatened by a gun of the agents, the room falls silent and I pant heavily. The disorientation tortures me, demanding for answers. What am I doing here? I'm supposed to look out for the girl, find out who she is because her face has been branded in my mind. Two men enter the room, one of them I recognize. Alexander Pierce, the first face I saw when I came out of cryo.

"Sir, he's... he's unstable. Erratic." A scientist informs him but he walks straight towards me. I stare at the blank nothing, processing the memories. I don't know which of them I can trust or believe and which I can't.

"Mission report." Pierce commands and his impatience grows when I'm still silent. "Mission report, now."

Suddenly his hand meets harshly my cheek, striking me hard as my face is thrown away. An aching pounding spreads through my face but the burning pain is bearable for me, something I got used to. I look back, facing his piercing, yet powerful eyes and remember the girl on the bridge. The way her mouth formed my name was familiar to me. Pierce sent me to kill this girl, he must know who she is. "The girl on the bridge... who was she?"

He is taken aback by my question, not expecting this. I probably usually don't talk or am not allowed to talk, just to obey, I don't know anymore. "You met her earlier this week on another assignment."

His words sound wrong and distant, avoiding the truth. No, this is wrong, I can sense that. I must have met the girl before, a part of my memories proves my assumption. She's deeply hidden in the darkest corner of my mind, weak like a drizzle that could still turn into a hurricane if I met her again, but something gets in my way to dig deeper. "I knew her."

Pierce sits down in front of me, trying to manipulate me with his bogus look and words. "Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped this century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we're gonna give it a push. But if you don't do your part, I can't do mine, and Hydra can't give the world the freedom it deserves."

"But I knew her." I press my lips together, now for once sure what I want to do and what I can fully believe. I want to remember this girl. My mind may be scattered and broken like a ruin but I want to remember who I am. Pierce sighs with disappointment, turning around to the scientist.

"Prep him."

"He's been out of cryo-freeze too long." The Hydra scientist interjects and my heart drops to my toes when I hear their plan.

"Then wipe him and start over." He orders strictly and I slightly start to panic, my chest tightens. I don't want to forget everything, I don't want to forget that I know her. I don't want to go through the pain again. The scientists strap me in the chair, crushing my arms and I don't have another choice but to do as they say. I'm lost.

They place a teeth shield in my mouth and my heart starts racing, almost exploding in my chest. The fear grows and spreads through my body, causing me to shake slightly while they start the process. A rusty helmet is placed on my head as the sibilance of the electricity fills the air, the heat gets closer to my head.

A muffled scream leaves my mouth when I feel how the electricity melts my brain with a pain that drags me to the edge between life and death, stealing my ability to think. Memories vanish within seconds and I cry in agony, feeling how my mind is set on a hellfire. The last thing I see is the memory of the brunette with those green eyes, smiling for some reason at the rain. Then this memory sinks into oblivion as well and only the pain is left behind, feeding on parts of me until I'm gone.

A/N- I'm so sorry for barely including Steve in Bucky's memories but this is a Bucky FF, so it'll be obviously more focused on Eve and Bucky, please don't hate me 😩