[I don't know. Today was one of the worst days I've had at school. Sorry for the mistakes, I couldn't proofread it.]

Your slowly open your eyes, blink, adjust to the blinding light. The room sharpens and blurs, brightens and darkens.

Wide blue eyes stare back at you.

"Hello?" You try to sit up, but there's a weight on your chest and limbs. Looking down, straps hold you in place. "What? What's going on?"

The man frowns, pushes himself off of the wall. "Don't pretend like you don't know."

"But I don't," You struggle against the binds, gasping when they rip apart and you sit up straight.

"Don't move," The man pulls out a gun and aims it for your head. When you hold up your hands in surrender, the handcuffs around your wrists snap like cheap plastic. "I said don't move."

"Okay," You say calmly, keeping your body completely still as the strange man inches closer. "What's your name?" You pause, eyes widen. "What's my name?"

The man sighs, tucks away the weapon, and sits on the chair next to your hospital bed like he has been expecting you to say that. "You were involved in an accident."

"Then why were you pointing a gun at me?"

He shrugs. "I thought you were someone else."

"But then.. how did I break the straps? And handfuls?"

"Faulty equipment," He pushes strands of hair away from his face in exhaustion. "Look, I don't know how to put this, but-"

"My sister!" A man with a styled beard rushes in, face lit with a smile, but if you squint, you can see the lie in the expression. "I thought for sure you had died!"

"Died?" You feel extremely uncomfortable as the man with the styled beard, your bother, throws his arms around you stiffly. "What do you mean?"
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It's been months since the supposed "car accident", leaving you with a large abyss where your memories should be.

"I don't get the concept of this game," You say, staring hard at your cards. "I mean, I do get it, but what's the point? Goldfish is meaningless."

Tony, 'your brother', gasps. "How dare you, sissy. Goldfish is the best game in the world." The awkwardness in Tony's voice slowly evaporated over the months, speaking easier and lying like it's what he does for a living.

The cards in your hand crumple when as you ball your fists, anger shooting straight to your head and you throw them down. "I'm done with this. I want to go outside, Tony. I've been cooped up in this building for months. I can't breathe."

He tears his eyes away from the ruined cards quickly. "Yeah. Okay. Just wear a hat and sunglasses or something."

Nodding, you hurry to your room, in the middle of tucking your hair into a cap when a knock comes from the door.

"Tony said you're going outside," The man with blue eyes, Bucky, says with an easy grin. You don't know why you're so observant, always on alert, watching everyone closely. There's always a hint of uneasiness in their expressions, Tony, Steve, Natasha. But never Bucky.

"Yeah," You pick up a pair of sunglasses and stash them into your pocket along with some cash and a cellphone. "You coming with?"

He nods. "If you'd allow me."

"Of course."
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"This is.." You snort, your lips turn upwards when ice cream drips onto Bucky's shirt. "You've got something."

Bucky looks down when you point, eyes widening when you flick his chin. "What was that." You shrug, licking your ice cream, halting suddenly when you come across a bridge over a small stream, your instincts on high alert. Bucky stops and looks back. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," The ice cream falls to the ground as a swarm of men sprint out from under the bridge.

"Get back!" Bucky shouts, shedding his jacket and leaps into battle. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You watch in amazement as he lands a punch with his metal arm, cracking the mans helmet completely and knocking him unconscious. His gun slides to your feet, and when you pick it up slowly, it feels familiar. Like you've held a gun so many times before.

And then you hold it up, aim, fire three shots and each of the men go down expect for Bucky.

"You.." Bucky heaves a breath when you turn to him, letting the gun clatter to the ground. "Are you okay?"

"How did I do that?" You stare at your hands, at the men on the ground. "I killed them."

Bucky nods, flips them over and stands. "Perfect. Bullet right between the brows. All three of them. Just like before."

"Before?" You shakily sit onto the park bench, rubbing your palms together. "Before what? Before the 'car accident'?"

He whips around. "How'd you know that."

"I guessed," You say, lowering the cap over your eyes. "Just like I'm guessing I'm not really Tony's sister."

"...Yes."

"And I'm not your friend, either."

"Yes."

"You all hate me, then. Right?"

He runs a hand through his hair, a bad habit of his when he's nervous, and shakes his head. "Not exactly."

"Then what," You snap, getting to your feet, no longer feeling afraid. "Tell me or I will find out for myself. How did I know how to shoot like that?"

He's quiet for a moment. "Remember when we first met? How you broke those leather straps? And the cuffs? They weren't faulty."

"I don't.."

"You're our enemy," His shoulders slump as he points to the men on the ground. "You work for them. You work for HYDRA. You tried to kill us, we tries to get you to surrender, but you were stubborn. Wouldn't go down without a fight. Tony blew up a building. It fell. You were in it. We saved you."

"You should've left me there," Ripping the hat from your head, you throw it onto the ground. "You should've let me die."

"No," He tries to take your hand, but you back away. "(Y/n), please, wait. I'm-

"I'm done with waiting," You don't know what you're doing until your first is in the air, colliding with Bucky's temple, and he hits the ground unconscious.