*two years later*

My eyes fluttered open. Shuri stood over me. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes with my one hand.

"How do you feel, Bucky?" Asked T'Challa from one of the tables.

"Fine." I replied. "Thanks."

"Good." Shuri said, noting that on her clipboard.

"What year is it?" I asked, standing up shakily.

"2018." Shuri replied. "Steve misses you so much."

"I know he does, but we need to fix me." I say softly. "He'd only serve as a distraction." I murmur, though I desperately wanted him back.

"You know we can video call him right now, right?" Shuri asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes but I don't want to do it right now. I want to see him in person after we fix me. I'll text him though. I'm fine with that." I said softly. Shuri handed me a sleek black cell phone after pulling up a new text board.

"This will connect you to your bae, Sergeant Barnes." Shuri said dramatically.

I took a deep breath and started typing.

Me: Hello.

Steve: Who are you?

Me: I just woke up, punk. Why don't you just say good morning like a normal boyfriend?

Steve: Good morning, Bucky...?

Me: That's my name. Don't wear it out.

Steve: BUCKY, I MISSED YOU!!❤️

Steve: When can I see you?

Me: When they fix my sorry ass.

Steve: Oh. Well don't let me keep you from what you need! Hurry up and get fixed!

Me: It's mainly so you can see me isn't it?

Steve: Maybe...

Me: This is why I love you so much. You. Are. So. Cute.

Steve: 😊

Me: I love you. ❤️

Steve: I love you too!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Me: I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Steve: Byyyeeee!!!❤️❤️❤️

I couldn't suppress the laugh that was building in my throat. I giggled into the back of my hand, still holding the phone. Shuri looked like she wanted to tease me but T'Challa beat her to it.

"Look at you, giggling into your phone and practically glowing as you talk to Steve." T'Challa said, getting off the table and patting me on the back. "Let's go see Wakanda."