Natasha POV

I walk towards my room thinking about this man, James, Bucky, The Winter Soldier or whatever he's called. What's his story? How did he get his metal arm? Is he as old as Steve? Why do I feel like I kn-agh! 

I feel a stinging pain in my head. It's like a bunch of jackhammers reeling into me. I don't wanna boast but I have a very high pain tolerance so I shouldn't be greatly affected by little pains but right now, it's serious. I think it's worse than when I got shot by The Winter Soldier. I-I don't know...

I stumble into my room, seeing that it's only a few metres away from me. I look at my bathroom only to find no pain meds, unsurprisingly. So, I take a seat on my bed, resting my head on the wall of my room and trying to face the pain head on, just like how Ivan taught me. 

Closing my eyes, breathing in and then out. 

I normally, ever only use this technique during immense torture, I think it's the red room. My brain probably got triggered from thinking about Ba- agh yea. 

Phew, calm, clear, mind.

After another 15 minutes of that terrible pain, I'm finally fine. I go towards Clint's room and walk right in. 

"Hey Clint," I say.

"Sup, Tasha," he replies, looking up from his laptop.

"You know the guy I brought in from Russia? I feel like I know him fro-m somewhere but I can't re-membe-r," I say, taking unnoticeable breaks to cool down so that my brain doesn't decide to take on anymore seizures.

"...yea?" he replies. 

"You know what, never mind, good talk Barton," I say, immediately leaving.  Why was I even there?

***

James POV

"Hey Steve, where are we going?" I say, curious to why he brought me out of my holding cell.

He faces me and with a big smile says, "To your new room, next to mine."

I let out a deep chuckle asking, "Is SHIELD that stupid to let me free on this base? I could kill you right now for all they know."

"...Well, you see, before this," I say gesturing to his arm, "you worked for SHIELD, in World War 2, you were a brave man Buck."

I stay silent throughout the rest of the walk towards my new room, "Get settled in, I'll see you tomorrow morning, 9 sharp." I hear Steve say as he starts walking to his room.

SHIELD. WW2. Brave.

Is it really true? I search my brain, or whatever that's in there, then I see it. 

A train. Me. Steve. Snow. Blood.

I look at the time and see that it's 10pm. Might as well sleep, not much to do anyways.

***

James POV

As Steve and I walk through the helicarrier, I notice Natalia, in work-out gear heading presumably to the training room. I can't believe she doesn't even recognise me, or remember me. 

"Steve, what's up with that girl that interrogated me? Does she always try to look like she wants to kill someone, or is it just me that she wants to kill?" I ask.

"Well, you did beat her up pretty bad..." he says, "besides, Natasha isn't the most open person, very secretive and dark if you ask me. Anyways, let's go outside to the balcony, it'd be nice for you to take a look at how things have changed, I'd say."

"Yea..." I reply.

I wasn't really paying attention, all I can think about is Natalia, why, why can't she remember me, us.

A/N: I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyy 😭😭😭 Hope you liked, till next time! >_<

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