The next morning, Emily woke to find her husband's arm still around her waist, holding her close. She hummed happily, smiling, and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. He smiled in his sleep, and she managed to squirm away, sliding out of bed. She grabbed her clothes from a drawer, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She looked up, simply staring at her reflection in the mirror. Emily had married Bucky sixteen years ago, and those years had been amazing, but the last eight had been so difficult. She lifted her shirt slightly, looking down at the stretch marks that criss-crossed her abdomen from her multiple pregnancies, only one of which had made it to term. Noelle. Their older daughter, Angel, had almost made it, but they lost her right before she went into labor. Now, she was almost afraid to tell her husband what she had discovered, especially after having lost almost all of their children before they'd actually been born. She sighed, and then heard the door open, and the felt strong, familiar arms wrapping around her.

"Are you trying to get away from me, Em?" She smiled, leaning back into her husband's embrace.
"You wouldn't get up. You never do when we stay up late like that." He laughed quietly, kissing her cheek.
"I still don't get how you're always up so early in the morning. I just wanted to snuggle." He whined, and she gently hit his arm.
"That's what you said last night, baby. If you wanted to just snuggle, you should've said something." He grinned, leaning closer, his lips now right beside her ear.
"I didn't hear you complaining about us not snuggling last night, doll." He whispered, his hot breath on her neck, and she forced herself to choke down a slight gasp. His hands moved back down to her hips, and she gently tried to push him off.

"James, if we don't go downstairs within the next couple minutes, Steve is going to send Ethan or Sarah up after us, and there is no way on earth I'm risking them walking in on us. Sarah doesn't have a sign for that yet, and she doesn't need one." Bucky pretended to pout, and she made up her mind in that moment.
"Bucky......I need to ask you something." She said softly, and she saw his face grow more serious.
"Anything, doll. What's going on?" She took a deep breath, looking up at him.
"What would you say if I told you that I was pregnant again?" A small smile spread across his face, and he gently took her hands.
"Then I would just about be the happiest man alive." She smiled, turning, and slid something out of the small linen cabinet.
     
"Good. Because, James Buchanan, you are going to be a dad again." He grinned, placing his hands on her cheeks, and pressed his lips to hers. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled back, and knelt down, placing his hands on her stomach.

"Hey, little peanut. Can you give your mama a break? I...." His voice cracked slightly, and he took a deep breath, and she could see him fighting tears.
"I would like to actually be able to meet you, peanut. So, please. Behave yourself. You can be as much of a rascal as you want after you're born, just please.....I want to meet you." He gently kissed her stomach, and then they heard someone pounding on the door, and Steve's voice. Both of them quickly changed, making themselves presentable, and Bucky opened the door. Before he could even get a word in, Steve gasped, the large bandage on his shoulder catching their eyes.

"We.....We managed to find the last assassin that Hydra brainwashed, and she's here, locked up. She keeps going off in Romanian, and you're the only one who knows it." Bucky nodded, and Emily picked up her Beretta and holster, sliding them on. They headed down to the cell, but Steve stopped them before they got in.

"One other thing that I need to warn you about. She looks a whole lot like.....like Noelle. Tony and Bruce have a DNA test going, and we're trying to reach her, but.....she looks like Noelle. I'm just warning you." They both nodded, and he opened the door. Emily sucked in a sharp breath, her hand flying into Bucky's metal one and squeezing harshly. The girl sitting in the interrogation room had dark brown hair, which was pulled back into a messy braid, and she had piercing green eyes......But they were empty, like she wasn't even there. She looked exactly like an older version of their daughter. The resemblance was almost scary.

"She's only speaking in Romanian, and she took Jarvis down. That's why I came to get you. Can you........?" Bucky nodded, and Emily moved back to stand with her brother as her husband entered the cell. The girl looked up, her shoulders slumped. 

"Bună. Eu sunt James. te cheamă?" (Hello. I'm James. What's your name?) She shrugged slightly, not meeting his eyes.

"Nu ştiu. Mi se spune Joelle, dar ştiu că nu e corect. Şi eu sunt.... Îmi pare rău pentru ultima lună, cu toate minciunile. Nu ştiam ce să fac. I.... Am crezut că trebuie să fac ce au spus ei.." (I don't know. They call me Joelle, but I know that's not right. And I'm....I'm sorry about the last month, with all the lying to you. I didn't know what to do. I....I thought I had to do what they said.) He nodded slightly.

"Ce ştii tu?" (What do you know?) She shook her head slightly, looking down at her lap.

"Ştiu că m-au antrenat, ştiu cât de vechi sunt, ştiu patru limbi şi ştiu........ Ştiu care a fost misiunea mea." ( I know that they trained me, I know how old I am, I know four languages and know........ I know what my mission was). Bucky nodded slowly, and then noticed her left arm. It was metal. He took a deep breath, and then gestured slightly towards her metal arm.

"Ce ţi-a luat asta?" (What happened to get you that?) She looked up, her eyes wide with fear, but he slipped his jacket partway off, revealing his identical one, and her eyes widened with realization.

"Tu eşti cel pe care l-au numit soldatul iernii." (You're the one they called the Winter Soldier.) Bucky nodded, sliding his jacket back on, and she managed to relax slightly.

"îmi pare rău. Te-am mai văzut. I..... Îmi păreai familiar. Am eşuat în misiunea asta.." (I'm sorry. I've seen you before. I.....You looked familiar. I failed that mission.) She said, almost laughing bitterly. She shook her head, and then looked back up at him.

"E singura misiune de care îmi amintesc. Am fost trimisă după agentul Coulson. Nu am reuşit să-l omor şi să-l împuşc pe Căpitanul America în acelaşi timp." (It's the only mission I remember actually being on. I was sent for Agent Coulson. I failed to kill him, and shot Captain America at the same time.) He sucked in a sharp breath, but nodded slightly.

"îmi aduc aminte. Te-am văzut în acea zi, şi am avut un sentiment că ţi s-a dat acelaşi tratament ca şi mine. Ai spus că ştii patru limbi. vorbeşti engleza?" (I remember. I saw you that day, and I had a feeling you had been given the same treatment as me. You said you know four languages. Can you speak English?) She nodded, almost sadly, and he gently reached over, trying to take her hand, but she pulled away.

"Which ones do you know? And why didn't you talk to anyone else?" She shook her head slightly.

"Russian, Romanian, German, and English. And I........I was scared. They were acting like the people who abused me when I was in Hydra, and it....It scared me. They scared me." Then, she took a deep breath, and looked up.

"I remember a couple other things. I remember....I remember being beaten after I failed to kill Coulson, and I remember the day they took me. The day......The day they murdered my father. I was seven, and he was trying to get me away. They shot him, and as they carried me off, I watched him try to follow, and I watched him die in my uncle's arms." She hissed, furious, but Bucky could see the pain, and could see her fighting the tears. He reached for her hand again, and this time, she didn't pull away.

"I lost my daughter because of Hydra, and they gave me this the day they took her." He said softly, moving his hair so that she could see the pink and white scar on his neck.

"They also shot my wife, and because of that, our son was stillborn. Joelle, if you know anything, please, we need to know. They've done too much. Please." She looked up, taking a deep breath.

"If you know a way to get my memories back, then please, do it. If you can get my memories back, I'll tell you anything you need to know." He nodded, and looked up, seeing Tony, Natasha, Steve, T'Challa, Katherine, and Emily outside the window, all listening. Then, he looked back at the girl, who was looking down now.

"I'll be right back, and I'll see what I can do. I have an idea, but I don't know if it will work." She nodded, and he stood up, heading out. T'Challa met him at the door, and he nodded slightly.

"You believe her?" Bucky nodded, looking back into the interrogation room.
"She's just like me. I believe she still has good in her." As he said that, he really hoped he was right that she did.....Otherwise, who knew what could happen?