"What do you remember, Bucky?" I asked him. He didn't answer right away. I waited patiently. "Just the outlines of my life before HYDRA. Growing up in Brooklyn. Steve. The war. Falling off a train." His voice was low and distant. "I also remember you." DISCLAIMER: I do not own Marvel (except in my dreams tbh) also obviously it's not 100% true to the films don't come @ me TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, murder, swearing, sexual innuendos