Save Me || Bucky Barnes

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Then, as their eyes scanned down the picture, paper clipped to the lower right corner was another picture. This one was folded up, so only Charlotte's face could be seen. Bucky pulled the picture out and unfolded it to reveal a picture of Charlotte and her best friend Annabelle from the 1940s.

A tear slipped out of the corner of Bucky's eye as he continued to stare at the picture. Charlotte's blonde hair was pulled up in victory rolls on both sides of her head. An effortless, carefree smile stood out on her face as she stared at something to the right of where the picture was taken. 

To Bucky, she looked absolutely gorgeous and it tore his heart apart to know that he wouldn't ever get to see her like that again. She would always be haunted by terrible people, memories,  thoughts, feelings. There was maybe a slim 1% chance she could forget about all of it and just become the person she once was.

But did Bucky even want that person back? He knew once they found her he would do anything to keep her, no matter who she was now. He wanted her memories back, but not as much as he just wanted her back. They could make new memories. As long as he still had their old memories tucked away in his brain and his girl in his arms again, Bucky would be happy.

Almost simultaneously, all three men's eyes shifted to the right side of the folder where a semi large stack of papers was held onto the folder with metal prongs folded over. The words were all printed in Russian, with several scribbles in blue pen added haphazardly across the papers, mostly in Russian.

"So, you're going after her?" Sam assumed a few silent moments later.

"You don't have to come with us." Bucky spoke, insisting that it was something he and Steve could do on their own.

"I know. When do we start?" Sam asked, his eyes never waving or showing that he actually didn't want to help them. Steve and Bucky shared a look before simultaneously replying.

"Now."

"Then let's get going."

Little did the men know that they had a spy watching them. From across the cemetery, her blonde hair rustling in the light breeze. Captain America, Steve, her brother, whatever she was supposed to call him, had her folder clutched in his hands. 

She so badly wanted to run over, snatch the folder, and take off. This was something she wanted to do by herself. She wanted to get her memories back, she wanted to remember people. She wanted to be left alone. She did not want them tracking her down and bringing unwanted attention with them.

But she knew if she did that they would end up catching her. She absolutely did not want that. So she watched them from a distance as they got into a car and sped off. With a small and quiet sigh, she followed. She thought that maybe if she saw how they lived, that might spark a few memories. 

By the time they pulled up to a house, it was nearly dark outside. The woman wasn't close to being tired or out of breath even though she followed them around the whole city in a car the entire day. Regardless, she was still happy when they came to a stop and got out of the car. 

From across the street, she watched them enter the house. She could vaguely see shapes through the closed curtains with the help of the turned on light, but she knew they wouldn't be going to bed for a while yet. So, she settled down in the shadows across the street to patiently wait.

Around 1 o'clock in the morning, a few hours after all the lights in the house had been turned off, she deemed it safe enough to enter the house without being detected. Carefully, she walked around the base of the house, looking in the windows. To her, it seemed like the owner of the house slept in the only bedroom downstairs, leaving her brother and her supposed beau to the bedrooms upstairs.