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Where was she? He thought as he followed a long since cold trail from Captain America’s motorcycle. She was the only thing in his life that mattered now. It was like it was physically painful to be without her now.
He remembered the smell of her hair the night before and the feel of her compassion when she helped him try to remember. The only thing he can remember now is her and she’s out there with him.
That patriotic rat bastard has his girl and they’re out there doing god knows what. When he looked into that man’s eyes though, he came up with a familiar pair from his past and the way that the Captain’s eyes twinkled when he called him that name.... Bucky..... It was almost as if he expected him to remember being called that.
The only other thing that James could remember about the Captain was a sense of betrayal.
You let me fall, Steve. You sat there like the big damn hero that you are and you just let me fall.
Suddenly, James was all blinding pain, enough to bring him to his knees at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
I gave you my life, Steve. And for what? To be turned into this thing? This killing thing? A thing whose only humanity lies with the girl he kidnapped? The one you stole from me?!
Falling. It was the rush of air past his ears and the sound of his own screaming were all that he really remembered. Those feelings felt like a door opening into memories so far buried it felt like he was digging for treasure under a mountain. A door that was fighting to be closed by a shadow that he could only assume was his programming kicking in.
The programming had a voice. It urged him to relax and let the door shut and remained locked forever and to return to hunting down his prey. But James wanted to know what other memories he could find. A sudden rush of the feeling of skin on skin and the din of light laughter brought him back to a pair of girls he once brought to a fair. There were supposed to be one more to their party. Another guy. Short, skinny, and stubborn as all hell. Where was he?
Then, as if by a monumental counterforce, the door to those beautiful sensory memories was shut and James once again had a task set before him.
He had to find out where Captain America had taken his Darcy.