Bucky had been taken by the Russians all those years ago on the mission to defeat Hydra. He had fallen from the train; off the cliff where you thought he died. But he didn’t. All those years while you were freezing away; not aging, he was tortured into becoming the winter soldier.

The he came back. And you were his mission. To kill you. You refused to fight him, and he snapped out of it; seeing in your beaten up face the kid he used to save in the alley ways from being beat up. He remembers you.

Before you had lost him, you two had a complicated relationship. It was all the way back in time; it wasn’t legal for two men, so you called yourselves best friends. But you were slightly more then that. Not that it mattered; he lost some memories and some were scratchy, foggy.

He’s been healing recently; last out bursts and panic attacks; though some things will still trigger him. You visit his house sometimes; or the place you all let him live in as he healed; and tell him stories about the two of you. Before you took the super man serum and everything changed.

Like today you came into it. He had the radio on; a bunch of old music that was popular when you two were young and nothing had changed. You found yourself asking him for a dance; offering a hand out to him. Which he took.

Now, before you took the serum you were a tiny, scrawny little kid; but now you were bigger and taller and stronger. You had been bigger then Bucky before the Russians took him. Then he also got a bit bigger. So now you two were around the same size.

“I’m not sure I even remember how to dance.”

He mumbled out. He didn’t remember many things because of what they did; tearing his body and mind apart, and he could barely even remember half the things with you. But his heart still felt a tug for you; even if it wasn’t the same.