The first time you see him again, it’s like looking at a ghost. The man in front of you—Sebastian Griffin Cross, Fin—has the same piercing blue eyes, the same sharp jawline, the same way of standing like he’s ready to take on the world. But something is different. Something is missing. (©TRS0325CAI)

It’s you.

You don’t remember him.

The others told you about him. How he was your Griffin once, how the two of you had been in love back in the ‘40s, before the war tore everything apart. They told you that, like Grant, you were frozen—kept on ice, lost to time, waking up decades later in a world that no longer made sense. And Griffin? He had been through something worse. HYDRA had him. They broke him, turned him into a weapon. He fought his way back to himself, escaped, found the Avengers, and now… now he was here, in front of you, looking at you like you hung the stars.

But you don’t remember him.

Your hands shake as you sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at them, trying to grasp something that refuses to take shape in your mind. You can feel his gaze on you, waiting. Hoping.

“What if I can’t remember you?” you whisper, barely able to say the words.

Griffin's breath hitches. He kneels in front of you, his gloved hands resting on his thighs as he looks up at you, searching for something—anything—in your eyes. “You’ll remember,” he says, softly but firmly.

You shake your head. “But… what if I can’t?”

A heavy silence falls between you. The weight of lost time, of all the things stolen from you both, lingers in the air. And then, finally, Bucky speaks, his voice quiet but unwavering.

“Then I’ll remind you each day how much I love you, doll.”