Ichor Part Two (Stucky x Kidnapped with Amnesia!Reader)
part one here
It took time to adjust to your new setting. You continued to squint at the bright fluorescent lighting, so much so that your nurse gave you sunglasses. Your doctor, Dr. Cho was it? she kept talking to you, but it all sounded like someone was talking through a haze of jello.
You felt your hearing come back slowly, and with the awakening out of your dissociative state, you quickly reached to take out the oxygen tube up your nose. Dr. Cho grabbed your hand gently, giving you a small smile whilst you stared at her in terror.
“It’s okay,” She promised. “Can you hear me?”
You blinked a few times and subtly nodded, enough so that Dr. Cho caught it.
“I’m glad,” She said. “That must’ve been really scary.” You said nothing in response. You’ve been taught too many times not to speak unless given permission.
Dr. Cho rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb as you both sat in silence.
“Do you want this off?” She spoke, pointing to your oxygen tube.
You just stared back blankly in response. Who knew what consequence would come from your answer?
“Do you know Leona? She told me you needed permission to speak. I need you to know those rules don’t apply here–you don’t have to listen to any nonsense like that. You can speak whenever, however you want, okay?”
You frowned at the mention of Leona talking about you. Was that any of her business? You realized after a moment that Dr. Cho was still waiting on a response from you. You avoided eye contact and looked at your lap, nodding.
“I’m going to ask you some routine questions, okay?”
You nodded once again.
During the examination, your eyes drew themselves to the door, where you could make out two large silhouettes on the other side. Had they been there the whole time?
Dr. Cho noticed this, and held your hand a little tighter. “Are you ready to see them?”
You looked at her in confusion, and she seemed to pick up on this, concern drawing itself all over her face. She took her hand from yours and feverishly started to write things down in her notebook.
“Do you know who I’m talking about?”
You struggled to shake your head negatively, but did it anyways.
She sighed. “Do you recognize me?”
You averted your gaze and shook your head negatively again. Dr. Cho let out a nervous exhale.
“I’ll be right back, I promise.” She firmly grabbed your hand while she spoke and let it go to exit the room.
As the door slid open you immediately made eye contact with the men behind the door, eyes bouncing from one man to the other back and forth. You nervously looked away, trying to block out the feelings that were bubbling in your chest. What was that? You went to look back, but the door had already been closed. It felt like you were going to throw up.
Seconds passed before the door opened again, and the two men stormed in against the wishes of Dr. Cho, who yelled, “Wait! Enough!!”
“Do you know who we are?” One of the men asked in a whisper, looking angry and defeated. He had shoulder length brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed like he was ready to go off into battle in a second.
The other man looked at you expectantly. He had dirty blonde hair that swept across his head in a clean style. His beard was full, and he also had blue eyes, but his were stormier. He was dressed in casual clothes, or clothes you noticed that you might wear for your training.
Dr. Cho chimed in. “He asked you a question, honey.”
You looked at her, then back at the first man, then back at her. You shook your head negatively.
“You don’t…” The blonde man looked scared, which you assumed wasn’t something he felt often. “You don’t remember us?”
You gulped and fiddled with the blanket over your lap. Your mind, in an attempt to save yourself from the intense emotions in the room, focused at the task at hand. You were in a new location–Dr. Cho had told you you were saved. All you knew was living in the laboratory, so what did saved really entail? You could get this emotion out in training. Leona would rip you a new one, beating you to the ground, but it would help you forget whatever was happening at this moment.
So, in an attempt to make things better, you spoke. “When’s training?”
You hadn’t noticed that you interrupted a conversation between the two men and Dr. Cho, you must’ve dissociated. Your voice broke the conversation in whole, silence enveloping the room.
“Training?” The brunet breathed out.
You nodded. Dr. Cho gave you a pitiful look.
“Leona told me about the training you’d have to do with each other, and so did Claire. You don’t have to do any of that here.” Dr. Cho said.
The two men gave each other a look, and the one walked off. Dr. Cho looked at him in alarm, and sped after him, yelling at him to leave her patients alone.
The brown haired man and you stayed in the room, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his presence. How did you know him? You reminded yourself that Dr. Cho said you could speak, that you could say whatever you wanted, and you tried to gather the bravery to say something to him.
“I knew you.” You said to him, getting his angry expression to turn soft. “Before.”
He sat down in the chair next to you, letting out a heavy sigh. “You did.”
It stayed quiet for the next few minutes, and you desperately searched in your brain for something, anything, that would give you a hint as to who he was.
“What do they call you?” You asked. You knew you, Leona, and Claire all had your given name, and your laboratory name. 1, 2, and 3. You were 1, Leona was 2, and Claire was 3. Did it go this way outside of the laboratory? Did everyone have two names? You could feel in your bones that being called a number wasn’t correct.
The man tilted his head in confusion. “My name’s Bucky.”
“Bucky.” You repeated.
He nodded. “Do you know your name?”
This was a trick question. It had to be. You sat there, debating what to say for a second or two. Bucky didn’t seem like the guy to be asking trick questions. But you’d heard Do you know your name? too many times before disaster. You knew the other girls likely felt the same way.
Bucky didn’t seem patient. “Do you?”
You let out an exhale, you supposed it was time to test the legitimacy of being saved after all. “Yes.”
And so you told him your name, no number, just your pure name.
Bucky relaxed, and he sat back in his seat, refusing to take his eyes off of you.
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Steve sped as fast as he could to Leona’s room. When the door didn’t slide open at his palm, he debated slamming the door open himself.
Dr. Cho moved in front of Steve, catching her breath from running so fast.
“Steve,” she said. “I won’t let you harass her.”
He shot Dr. Cho daggers. “You knew that she knows what happened to my girlfriend and you decided to keep it from me? I’ll ask her myself.”
“I refuse to let you in there, Steve.” She stood her ground, and just when Steve was about to argue further, Leona’s door opened, her angrily behind it.
She had a stupid smirk on her face, though her eyes were filled with rage. “Talking about me? You know, you could’ve just knocked.”
Steve gave Dr. Cho a glare and followed Leona into her room.
“Leona,” Dr. Cho said. “You don’t have to have visitors if you don’t want to.”
Leona scoffed, shakily getting back into her bed. “He wants to know about number 1, who am I to deny such knowledge?”
“Number 1?” Steve questioned, folding his arms across his chest.
Leona rolled her eyes. “Your precious girl. That was her name, y’know, back in the lab.”
Before Steve could question further, Leona turned to Dr. Cho. “You can leave us, I can handle it.”
Dr. Cho reluctantly left the room, though Steve could see her silhouette waiting in the hallway.
Leona leaned back into her pillows, reaching for her IV to plug it back in to the tube in her arm. She sighed in relief.
“Number 1 always gets special treatment, even here. I bet they have her on the good stuff, not this crap.” She pointed to the fluid bag.
“Don’t call her that.” Steve demanded.
Leona seemed to find joy in Steve’s fury. “We all have numbers, she’s number 1, I’m number 2, and you heard number 3 whining on the jet.”
“What do you want to know?” She baited before Steve could argue further about the numbers.
Steve lifted his chin, attempting to be as strong as he could in his stance. “What do you know about what happened to her?”