[Requested by yevoroonie ]

You and Bucky had been happily engaged for a month. Well, that was, until he disappeared. Being a natural worrier, you think of a million different scenarios that could go down.

Maybe he just got really lost on the subway? No, he'd of called by now. Hit by a car? The hospital would have called. Gotten mugged? No, actually, nobody would stand a chance against him. Abducted by aliens? That's a possibility.

So you had set out to find him, leaving a note for the others that you'd be back within a week. But you never returned.
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You don't remember how you had started working for HYDRA. You guess it just happened, since your sniper abilities are beyond proficient.

You've been given the code name Dead Shot, for you've never missed a single target.

The mission you're currently on is painstaking and slow, but you know that once you've got your target cornered, he'll have nowhere to go.

It's light out, early in the morning, probably 7 or 8am when you find him.

He's decked out in a black uniform, similar to yours, minus the missing sleeve for his metal arm.

You both draw your guns immediately, aiming for each other's heads.

"Winter Solider," you say, keeping your voice even. "You've been of great service to HYDRA, but your time is up."

He doesn't even blink. "You're my mission."

"And you're mine," a flash of a memory filters across your mind, but you shake it away and focus. "It seems we're here to kill each other."

His eyes narrow slightly. "I will not die. I have a promise to keep."

I promise I'll come back.

Something inside of you snaps, and all of the memories come flooding back. Meeting Bucky, going on missions with him, your first kiss, first confession. The proposal.

The gun in your hand clatters to the floor, you following seconds later with a hand pressed against your mouth.

You had been captured by HYDRA months ago, brainwashed, convinced to be a HYDRA agent and kill for them. And you had almost killed Bucky.

A bullet soars past your ear, but you don't flinch away, instead looking up.

"Bucky," you murmur, rising to your feet after a moment of silence. "You're.. that is your name, isn't it?"

He's breathing hard now, eyes darting around the small alley in a panic. "I don't understand."

You take a step, he motions with his gun to get back, you keep moving until the end of the gun is directly over your heart.

"Bucky, it's me, (Y/n), remember? You and I.. We were engaged. You went missing, and I went to look for you. But HYDRA found me first, though."

He doesn't seem to listen as he clicks on the safety of the gun, tucks it in his pants. But he turns to you and nods. "I believe you. I just don't remember."