Steve stared at Bucky for a brief moment once everyone else had gone, leaving the two alone. Steve on the outside of the cell looking in at his old friend who he had thought was dead but in a turn of events had reappeared.
Steve had tried to get the other to see reason, gave him a chance to co-operate but Bucky wouldn’t listen to reason and so Steve had been forced to bind him and have him thrown into a cell that not even the Hulk could have broken out from.
Steve sighed and moved, situating his self so that he was seated, leaning back against the cell, not looking at Bucky now, speaking his thoughts out loud. “Is your head spinning as bad as mine?” There was a slight and very brief pause. “No, I bet it’s worse for you…” Another pause and then, “I’m sorry Bucky.”
It took Bucky a moment to respond to any of this. His thoughts were clouded, confused and his head was throbbing in pain. His memories had been returning the past few days. Finally though he replied, staring at Steve’s back, “Stop calling me that.”
Steve shook his head. “I’ll call you by your name.” He said. “I’ve called you Bucky for years, I’m not stopping now.”
Once again, Bucky was silent and slow to respond to Steve. “Dead.” Was all he said though, still staring at the other’s back.
"Dead?" Steve questioned, glancing back, over his shoulder at Bucky, voice and face revealing his confusion.
Bucky was swifter to answer now, staring unblinkingly into Steve’s confused gaze. “You can’t call me that. He died in the snow.” After saying this his gaze shifted away from Steve’s.
Steve suddenly jumped up hearing this, “You rememb-” He cut off and shook his head, “Forget that.” He said to his self before speaking to Bucky again. Trying to make him see sense.
"If Bucky had died in the snow, then why is he here in front of me now?" He pointed out to the other. "And I swear if you say ‘I’m Soldier’…" He trailed off thinking about their fight before Steve had caught him. The other demanding to be called Soldier rather than his actual name. He pressed on though, pushing the thought aside. "Would Soldier have hesitated to kill me? Multiple times?" Again, referring to their most recent fight. "Bucky, I know you pulled me out of the water… Thank you."
Bucky’s expression turned angry, violent suddenly. “They changed me!” He yelled at the other through the cell. “Look at me! This. Is not. Bucky!” He gestured at his self to prove his point.
"And what’s stopping you from going back?" Steve demanded, yelling right back at the other. "They don’t control you anymore! Even if you can’t get all of your memories back you can still start over again! You can still be a good man, Bucky!" Steve emphasized the name. His voice had been steady until that point then cracked slightly but then Steve’s voice was back to stern again. "You can be on my side again, you can leave the influences of Hydra."
Bucky moved forwards, punching the clear wall of the cell where Steve stood with his metal arm. The wall wobbled slightly but didn’t break. “Why the hell do you think I’m here and not with them?!” He questioned angerly. “I failed my mission! I can’t go back!” He was breathing heavily, glaring at Steve. He pulled away after a moment, taking a couple steps back to the center of the cell, voice lowering, becoming almost calm. “I can’t just be what I was when I don’t remember who that is.”
"Yes you can!" Steve insisted, "You just need to stop trying. It will come naturally. Put a little faith in yourself! Put a little faith in me! You’re confused, hurting and I get that. Bucky I get it more than anyone else you could find on Earth." His own voice grew softer now. "And the best part is? I knew you before. We’re not strangers thrown into the mix together. We have history together. Hell, according to the people of today we are history. If you trust me I’ll help you piece this together. It might take time but you’ve gotta stop fighting so hard to make sure it never happens.” He paused again then repeated for the hundreth time, “Let me help you…”
Once again Bucky looked away from Steve. “That’s just it Steve. It’s history. The past. Done and gone. The world thinks and knows Bucky to be dead and so he is. Bucky is dead. I can’t return to a life that’s not mine to live anymore. I can’t do it. I just can’t.” He paused and looked back at the other again. “You’ve been gone for a long time. Things have changed, moved on without you. you’re trying to catch up, to adapt but it’s not working. You’re still stuck in the past living what everyone else left behind. You’re just a memory of the past. A relic. I? I am the Winter Soldier. I’ve changed, moved on and adapted. I don’t live in the past like you do.”
Steve’s emotions at this point seemed to flee from him, leaving him with a blank face. “Maybe… Maybe you’re right… Maybe right now, the man I’m speaking to isn’t Bucky.” With that he turned away and began walking towards the stairs, before going up them adding, “But I’m going to find a way to get him back.” With that he continued on up the stairs. The second he hit a solid floor though, he moved to a wall, leaned back against it and slid down, burying his head in his hands.