#redxrogue

❝ please don’t make me choose . . . i can’t. this is my family, natasha. you && steve && the others . . . took me in when the rest of world hated me. i think they hate me more now, but god             help us if we can’t stand together on this one. ❞

Bucky remembers everything. 

Well – almost everything. There are details here and there that don’t completely click, either because of decades of brainwashing to blur them or his handlers at HYDRA really didn’t want him to remember. Some memories clear up after a while – others stay in a blur, a collection of broken images that don’t make sense, faces and voices he can recognize but couldn’t put a name to. 

With Natalia, it’s a mix. 

There are the memories where she’s crystal clear – those where he trains her, those where he hurts her (he’ll never forget her face when he shot her in Washington) – and there are memories where she’s only a blur, memories that he barely understands, flashes of red hair and stolen moments in the shadows and the overwhelming, unmistakable feeling of home. 

He looks at her now, and he doesn’t know what to think. Maybe she remembers him – and if she did, what would he even do? What could he even say? Maybe she doesn’t – maybe they’d wiped him out of her mind too permanently, maybe she’d never remember. 

He looks at her now, searching for any sign – almost pleading with her to show him – that she knows him the way he knows her.