"Can we go now? I have somewhere we need to be," Marlena said to Hallie as she typed away on her phone.

Hallie glared and pressed the green straw between her lips, purposely attempting to annoy Marlena. The three of them were at Starbucks tending to Hallie's coffee needs, as well as their own. They had been there for the last forty-five minutes, though, and Marlena was growing particularly antsy. She wanted to show Bucky his and Steve's old apartment complex, which the city decided not to demolish because it was once the "Home of the America's Greatest Soldier." It hadn't been touched in years—aside from the occasional refurbishments of the surrounding apartments—so she was assuming quite a few of his and Steve's belongings remained had they not been removed by pesky robbers. She could only hope, though.

"I want another muffin," Bucky stated as he finished the one in his hand.

Marlena scoffed and took a sip of her tea before gathering up her belongings. Not only was Hallie being difficult, but Bucky was as well. He had only ever been to Starbucks one other time, and even then he wasn't able to enjoy all that they had to offer. He was obsessed with the place and even more obsessed with their muffins. It was amusing to her, but at the moment it was only annoying.

"Hey, where are you going?" Hallie asked Marlena as she got up from the table.

"Elsewhere," she answered. "You two are annoying me."

Marlena took off through the establishment doors and stopped to lean against the side of the building. She knew if they truly believed she had gone then they would waste no time in following after her, and that was exactly what they did.

"Marlen—"

"It's about time," Marlena chimed as they took notice of her. She pushed herself off of the brick wall and approached the two of them, delivering a smile to the both of them. "I promise that I'll buy you two dinner and Starbucks again later, but right now I have something really important I need to do."

"Can you at least tell us what it is?" Hallie questioned.

Marlena shook her head and pulled out her phone to further study the directions to the apartment complex. It wasn't very far from where they were at the moment—only a few blocks away. She placed the phone into her purse and grabbed both Bucky's and Hallie's hands before pulling them along the sidewalk with her.

"For someone with a back injury you sure do have quite a strong pull," Hallie remarked as she pulled her arm out of her grasp.

"I get it from my great grandpa," she responded. She moved to let go of Bucky's hand as well, but Bucky latched on tightly, causing a smile to appear on Marlena's face.

"You never talk about him," Hallie stated as she pulled her cardigan over her chest. "What was he like?"

Marlena smiled as she remembered her great grandfather. She had been waiting quite a while for Hallie to ask about him. "He was almost exactly like me but a man."

"So, he was annoying, stupid, and ugly?" Hallie teased.

"No," Marlena smacked her arm, "He was very caring, sometimes he could be very awkward, while most of the time he was a very talkative person. He was a soldier though, so he had a rather hardened personality."

Bucky just listened as Marlena talked about her great grandfather and his old friend. It was emotional listening to it, especially knowing he wasn't around anymore, along with the majority of his other friends. Bucky let out a soft sigh as they continued, and Marlena gave his hand a comforting squeeze. She knew just how sensitive the subject was for him, or any aspect of coming to terms with the negative aspects of his old life.

"Soldier?" Hallie asked.

"Yeah, he was in World War Two," she answered.

Hallie chuckled and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "World War Two? That explains a lot."

Marlena raised a brow. "Care to specify?"

"It explains why you have such a fetish with that Captain America dude and that Benny guy," Hallie remarked, her focus still on her phone.

"It's not a fetish, and his name isn't Benny, but okay," Marlena murmured.

"Who cares anymore? He's dead, they're all dead. Let it go," Hallie countered.

Marlena glanced up at Bucky and gave him a rather apologetic look. He just chuckled and shrugged, not really bothered by Hallie's lack of empathy. He had dealt with it enough over the short course of the trip that he had just grown used to it.

As Hallie gaped at the text message being displayed on her phone's screen, she stopped, prompting Bucky and Marlena to stop as well. They turned to look at her, but she paid them no mind. She merely kept her focus on the screen, not even bothering to worry about the look of shock coming onto her face because of Dylan's message. The information disclosed within the message had absolutely everything to do with Bucky, although she wasn't expecting it to be of such an extent. It frightened her to death.

"Hal, what is it?" Marlena called worriedly as she noticed her facial expression. She let go of Bucky's hand and walked over to Hallie in an attempt to see what it was that was startling her.

Before Marlena could even sneak a peek at the screen, Hallie locked it and shoved it into her purse. "Sorry, I just saw something on Twitter is all." Marlena could definitely tell that Hallie was lying straight to her face, but decided against arguing with her about it, especially at the moment.

"Okay," Marlena squeaked as she headed back over to Bucky's side and continued walking.

Hallie followed closely behind the two of them, her vision focused only on the man at Marlena's side. She didn't want to believe Dylan's words, especially now that she was growing to like Bucky, but she couldn't help it. Everything about them made sense, and it made Hallie even more wary about him.

The trio walked for about ten more minutes before finally coming to a rather old apartment complex. Marlena wasted no time at all in pulling Bucky up the stairs, and Hallie trailed several feet behind them, still too shook by the message to even think.

Marlena approached the door she had been looking for, only to stop when she noticed the multiple padlocks and chains preventing entry.

Bucky studied his surroundings, still quite unsure as to why they were here, only to be hit with the paralyzing realization seconds later. He was back home at his and Steve's old apartment. He didn't quite understand why the building was still standing; he was sure it would have been demolished long ago, but that definitely didn't seem to be the case, considering there were dozens of people trailing up and down the stairs. It made him feel very nostalgic, as well as a bit upset.

Marlena frowned and turned around to face Bucky, unsure of what to do. "I thought this was going to be a lot simpler."

Bucky pursed his lips and pushed passed her, eyeing the multiple locks. A loud snap could be heard, and Marlena and Hallie watched as Bucky tossed the broken locks and chains over the side of the staircase. The door to the apartment was locked, but Bucky still had yet to give up. He removed the knob clean off of the door and pushed it open, wasting no time at all in stepping inside.

"Isn't this breaking and entering?" Hallie called as she slowly made her way into the small apartment. It reeked of old alcohol and cologne, causing her to scrunch her nose up in disgust.

"Not if you don't get caught," Marlena chimed as she and Bucky stepped further into the apartment.

Hallie had decided it would be best to stay by the door just in case someone were to get suspicious, as she expected they would be when coming into contact with a broken door absent of its chains. Plus, she didn't necessarily feel like being within spitting distance of Bucky at the moment.

Marlena followed Bucky as he made his way through the old apartment. She gazed around, finding herself completely and utterly enthralled with her surroundings.

She soon noticed Bucky walking into a room, and she followed quickly behind him, nearly running into him as he stopped a few feet away from the doorway. She knew immediately that this was Bucky's old room. There were pictures of him everywhere, including pictures of his family members, and even pictures of Steve and the Howling Commandos. One of the pictures sitting on the bedside table caught her attention, and she strolled over to take a look at it.

She smiled when she noticed that is was a portrait of Bucky, only he looked slightly different than he did now. He wore his army uniform, his face was free of the stubble, and his hair was much shorter than it was now. She couldn't help but notice his eyes and how they lacked that painful glistening they held—and would always hold—today. He looked so much happier, and the sight of it made Marlena happy.

She just wished that he hadn't been robbed of that happiness.

A sniffle caught Marlena's attention, and she sat the picture back down onto the table before heading over to Bucky. He held a picture in his hands which appeared to be one of him and his family when he was young.

"My family—I'll never get to see my family again," Bucky spoke softly as he registered Marlena's presence behind him.

Bucky looked over the photo and thought of all the memories he could salvage of his family. He remembered just how excited his little sisters would be when he finally managed to snag a break from the war; he remembered the welcoming parties his parents threw both him and Steve when they would come home, even if it was just for a couple of days; he remembered family vacations and outings, which he recalled as some of the best times in his life.

Hydra took that from him, though, just like they took everything else that was good in his life. Once again he could feel his emotions beginning to overwhelm him, and as much as he tried to hold them back he couldn't. They were much too strong for him this time.

Without another word, Bucky threw the picture against the wall, shattering the glass in the small frame. He ended up punching a hole in the wall before letting out a sob and collapsing to the floor, prompting Marlena to join him. She knew coming here would definitely be emotional for him, and although she hated seeing him so vulnerable and broken, it proved to be a rather good thing. He was that much closer to getting his memories back as well as getting his old self back.

The loud crash inside the apartment startled Hallie, and she took off down the hallway immediately. She wasn't sure what had happened; all she knew was that it had something to do with Bucky, and the thought unsettled her.

She ran into the bedroom, and her eyes fell upon the hole in the wall and the glass scattered across the floor. She took a deep breath, ignoring the two figures sitting in the middle of the floor, and darted back towards the front. Hallie scrambled to pull her phone out of her purse, and the moment she had it within her grasp she dialed the familiar number.

"Hello? Hallie?" Dylan answered after three rings.

"Okay, so I doubted it at first, but I think you were right," Hallie admitted. "He's absolutely crazy, Dylan, not to mention dangerously dangerous. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he just punched through some random wall in Brooklyn and maybe a window. I'm not sure, but there was glass everywhere."

"If you think he's dangerous and crazy now, just wait until you come back. I have something really important to show you," Dylan said to her, his voice laced with a small amount of fear.

"What is it?"

"I don't think it's wise to tell you on an open phone line, so we're going to have to wait until tomorrow. What time are you guys leaving in the morning?"

Hallie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I dunno, like eleven. But seriously, Dylan, what if he hurts her again? I'm so scared that that's gonna happen."

"What do you mean again?" Dylan snapped.

"Well, she fractured a small part of her spine. She says she fell off of her bed, but I don't believe her," Hallie told him with a frown.

"I swear I would kill him if I could," Dylan grumbled into the speaker.

Hallie rolled her eyes at him. "I'm sure you would. But listen, I gotta go before I'm caught. I'll see you tomorrow." She didn't even allow him to respond before hanging up the phone and shoving it back into her purse.

She let out a sigh and slid down the side of the building, covering her face with her hands. The only thing on her mind was Bucky and the information Dylan claimed he needed to tell her when she returned home from Brooklyn. She couldn't deny that she was afraid to find out what it was, but she knew that whatever it was could potentially remove the dangerous toxicity that was Bucky Barnes from Marlena's life for good.