''Increase serum dosage,''

''Get Dr. Zola, he'll want to know they're waking up,''

Bucky couldn't feel anything as his eyes opened slowly, a bright light in his face. There were machines of some sort all around the room, but he couldn't get up. His body was strapped to a chair as if he was a mental patient, and he didn't have the strength yet to even tug against them. He felt weird, like he had just passed out. His head hurt, and the feeling in his body was starting to come back, except for his left arm, he couldn't feel it at all.

That's when he looked down and saw that it wasn't even there. There was no flesh, only metal. His whole arm had been replaced with metal, but for some reason Bucky wasn't afraid of it. Somehow he was expecting it. He remembered having a dream about falling, and there was snow, and a man was telling him he was going to be okay, that something was working. At least he thought it was a dream.

The people around him acted as if he wasn't there, ignoring his groans as he tried to move. When he turned his head to the right, he saw another chair just like the one he was strapped to, with a woman in it. Her head was lolling to each side as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Bucky looked over her body, wondering if she too had a metal substitute for a limb, but he couldn't see anything. When he looked back over to her face once she moved, he realized he knew her. He didn't know how, or who she was to him, but he worried about her and couldn't help the overwhelming need to protect her from whatever was going on. He felt like he dreamed about her too, like he knew her and they were both trying to help each other get away from something, but all of his memories were blurry.

''Sergeant Barnes, everything is working perfectly,'' Zola looked over the man with a smile, specifically admiring the metal arm. ''It is stronger than you know, but your strength will return to you when it's necessary,''

''What happened to me?'' Bucky asked, not taking a liking to the man.

''Something wonderful Sergeant Barnes. You've been quite the experiment. You're both going to be very important to Hydra, however your power is significantly heightened with this bionic limb,'' Zola explained.

Bucky was terribly confused. He couldn't remember how he got here or what they did to him, and nothing was making sense. Bucky knew this man somehow also, but he held no feelings of care toward him at all. Instead, he turned and looked over to the woman again and noticed her eyes opening and closing slowly as if she was finally waking up.

''What did you do to her?'' Bucky asked.

''The same thing we did to you. You have both been given a gift that will change the world. Strength, power, everything a soldier needs to fight a war. But you're both worth more than an average soldier, since this is no average war,'' Zola told him, walking over to the woman. ''However you both have different...specialties, of course,''

Bucky looked closer and could see something beneath the woman's skin, glowing like an electrical spark through her body. Zola lifted her hand and inspected her palm, muttering something to the people around him before they ran a tube of clear liquid into her veins. She wasn't waking up properly, she wasn't completely conscious as Bucky was, but he could hear her groaning in fear and confusion before she settled back into silence.

''What's wrong with her?''

Zola turned to Bucky, a proud grin on his face as he looked over the woman once more.

''Like I said, different specialties,'' he told him before turning to one of the others. ''Update the log, we've made significant progress today,''

A man walked in front of Bucky and looked over his chart, bringing a device to his lips as he spoke.

''James Buchanan Barnes, September 1947, subject has awoken and is responding to serums and treatments. Subject is weak but regaining normal strength. Use of cybernetic arm is minimum, but successful,'' he told the machine.

Bucky was very familiar with his name. James Buchanan Barnes. It sounded so formal, as if he was someone important. He was in the war, he remembered that. He remembered fighting alongside his fellow soldiers, and Zola was calling his Sergeant Barnes. Had they won the war? Bucky couldn't even remember it ending. He remembered Steve being in the war as well, saving Bucky from something, but he couldn't remember what, and then all he could think of was the dream he had about falling again.

''Rosalie Anne Waters, September 1944, subject approached consciousness however struggled...''

''Rosalie,'' Bucky whispered, giving himself comfort in knowing her name as he looked over to her.

''Subject's body is responding well to inner durability control,''

The man finished up speaking to the machine in his hand and walked out of the room with a file. Bucky looked over to the woman he now knew as Rosalie, wondering what the inner durability control meant, but it wasn't too long before he realized it referred to whatever was under her skin that made it spark every now and then. Zola's words made sense to him now. They each had their own specialties. Bucky has his cybernetic arm, and Rosalie a durability control system. They were experiments.

It was hours later when everyone had left the room, but they were still monitoring them from the outside somewhere for security reasons. Bucky heard them saying that he could gain a dangerous amount of strength and so could Rosalie, and everyone had to be careful around them now that they were awake. He still didn't know what their purpose was, why Zola had experimented and done this to them. He just wanted to know what had happened. How he got here, what happened in the war, why he lost his arm, and why he was here.

''I can't run,''

Bucky looked over to the chair not far from his, seeing the woman shaking her head as if she was speaking to someone. Her arms and legs were bound to the chair, just as his was, and she was pulling on them tightly. She was having a nightmare.

''I can't run!'' she said again, gritting her teeth. ''I'm stuck!''

''Rosalie,'' Bucky called out.

The woman turned her head to him, her eyes wide and alert. His voice had pulled her out of whatever she was dreaming about, and she continued staring at him as he watched her. She didn't know what was going on, where she was or what they'd done to her, but she knew him. She remembered being in the same situation before. They were in the same chairs, in the same room, but they were trying to run. But she couldn't remember why.

''I know you,'' she spoke quietly.

''Bucky, run!'' Rosalie shouted as she reached the door, watching as Bucky made it to the next exit in front of her.

''Rosalie!'' he turned to see her holding herself up by the door frame and ran back to her, sliding his arms around her waist to help her. ''We gotta keep moving,''

''Bucky you have to get out,'' she told him. ''What they've done to me, it's not done yet, I'm too weak,''

''No! I'm not leaving you here!'' he shook his head angrily. ''We're getting out of here and we're gonna be fine,''

''I want you to get out, get away from here,'' she pleaded.

''And I will,'' he looked to her. ''We will. But we have to stay together, I'm not leaving you,''

''I know you too,'' Bucky nodded. ''But...I don't know how,''

''I dreamed about you,'' she told him, echoing his thoughts. ''Except I don't think they were dreams,''

''I was protecting you,'' he tried to sit up.

They looked at each other for a while, and Rosalie began to move forcefully. She ripped her arms from the straps and freed her ankles, standing up clumsily. The veins in her arms sparked inside her arm like it was full of wires, and she couldn't remember if they were or not.

''They're watching us,''

''Then we have to move fast,'' she told him, walking over to free him as well. ''Listen, I can't remember why we're here, but I know we have to go. I dreamed about being here, it's not safe,''

Bucky didn't know what she was talking about, but he knew he could trust her. Their dreams weren't really dreams, at least they didn't feel like it. Bucky knew he was in the war, he remember something happening, and if Rosalie dreamed about something bad happening, he trusted that it was right.

''How can you do that?'' he asked as Rosalie ripped the straps away from his hands.

''I don't know,'' she shook her head, rubbing her temples. ''But we're getting out of here,''

Bucky was surprised by how much he trusted her. She didn't even explain things to him properly, not that she could since she didn't know what to believe herself, but he believed her. She knew she had to go, and she wasn't leaving Bucky. If it was a dream or it did actually happen, she knew Bucky wouldn't leave her either.

They managed to walk from the chairs they'd been strapped in to the door, but it opened before they got there. Rosalie hoped they'd be quick enough, but she was unaware of how much security they were under.

''Update log,'' Zola smiled. ''The subjects are ready for another dose,''

''Get away,'' Rosalie stepped back, grabbing Bucky's arm. ''Don't touch us,''

''My dear Rosalie, I'm so proud of your progress,'' Zola walked toward them. ''Such power. Seize them both,''

Before Bucky or Rosalie could see them coming, four men came at them with syringes, stabbing them into their arms. Their bodies immediately became immobile, and as they both protested as loud as they could, they were dragged from the room and into the next.

There were two machines in the room, and neither of them looked pleasant.

''Rosalie!'' Bucky yelled, looking over to her. ''Get off me!''

They got Rosalie in the machine first, and Bucky silenced himself as he watched on, terrified.

''What are you doing to me!'' she cried.

''What is necessary for you both to fit your purpose,'' Zola told them, walking in. ''You are to do one thing with the gift you've been given, and to do that, you need to be able to think clearly,''

Rosalie was pushed back into the chair as the machine grabbed her arms, securing her. Then two plated slid down over her head, adjusting around her as it whirred to life. Then what came next was the blood curdling scream from the woman's mouth as the electrical currents ran through her head.

Bucky watched on with wide eyes until he was pulled back into the other machine do to the same. They were torturing them like lab rats. Their dreams weren't really dreams, they were memories that had been burnt by these machines. He had no idea how long this had been going on, or how many times they'd tried to escape before and couldn't remember.

But he did know one thing. After he was taken off the machine, when the plates stopped frying his brain, he wouldn't remember a thing about it.

Hey guys! So this is a new story, I got very inspired after seeing Captain America The Winter Soldier. I wrote like three different stories and deleted them all because I couldn't make my mind up about which I preferred to write about, until I wrote this one. It's a much more darker story and it's more serious than my others. I've studied the background of The Winter Soldier and what happened, but this is a fanfiction so it's not going to be accurate at all really, my imagination just goes on a roll. I like the idea of two 'winter soldiers', but as the story goes on it won't be like that. I have a lot planned for this story so I hope you guys enjoy and follow it! Thanks!

Also I am continuing my other stories as well, but it depends how my inspiration goes in terms of which will be updated more. Thank you!

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