At first he had no recollection of a supposed son, hydras memory wiping had worked overtime to ensure the memory of his son was so far hidden in his brain that he only remembered it years and years later. It was a quiet moment, and a confusing one. Per usual he’d taken a walk to clear his mind, wandering through a small park when he heard a boy giggle. He was always fond of children, so turned to look at the child who was running from his father in a fit of laughter.

“Matthew!” The father yelled, trying to catch his son. That’s when Bucky froze, his mind slapping him into a flashback.

He saw you, your swollen belly, he heard your screams and felt how harshly you gripped his hand as you labored in your cell. He remembered seeing the child, hearing you whisper the name ‘Mathew’ to the small baby in your arms. And of course he remembered seeing the child be taken away, never to be seen again.

It overwhelmed in a way he never expected, he was silent the rest of the day, only nodding when you asked him questions. You didn’t push, you knew how he was, he’d end up telling you eventually.

That night, after you’d fallen asleep he immediately pulled out his laptop, quickly scouring the web for Hydra resources, only to come up empty handed. Eventually he quietly left your room, calling Sam to ask Joaquin to dig deeper for him. Sam didn’t press, just simply obliged and asked Joaquin to do what he’d asked. And he did.

Long behold, a few tiring hours later buckys phone pinged, a link sent from Sam with a small message attached at the bottom.

“Something you not telling me Buck?”

Bucky opened it, scanning the page when he saw a small photo of a young boy, his eyes tired and clearly malnourished. But what shocked Bucky the most was how similar he looked to the boy, the same hair, smile, and even eyes. Bucky must’ve gasped loudly as after a moment he heard your quiet voice in the hall. He turned to find you staring at him in a confused manner.