You’d been sat on this chair for so long, you felt like you were going to be stuck to it. But you refused to leave Bucky’s side. Not when you knew he was okay and alive.

A mission had gone awry, to put it lightly, resulting in an almost-fatal head injury for Bucky. He had been immediately rushed to the hospital, where he just managed to pull through.

The doctor warned of possible amnesia, and to take it slow when he woke up, but you couldn’t have been at all prepared for what he’d do when he did.

The moment he opened his eyes, you were at his side, taking his flesh hand in yours with a soft smile on your face. His eyes landed on yours, but there was no affection or remembrance in his eyes, but.. Fear and anxiety.

He sat up a little straighter in his bed, the thin covers shifting over him and the wires attatched to his body jerking a little from the movement. He pulled his hand from yours, and you could feel your stomach drop.

He didn’t remember you.