"Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not,
He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got,
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you, please,
Don't take that sinner from me,
Oh don't take that sinner from me"
Dolores fell in love with a boy. The...
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Bucharest, Romania, 2016
Steve and Dolores stand in the lonely apartment, looking over the mattress that sits in the corner of the room. It's pressed against the wall so that whoever sleeps in it can see every corner of the room and not have anyone surprise them from behind, which makes Dottie sad at the thought. Sam's voice floods through Steve and Dolores' ears.
"Heads up, you two. German special forces heading in from the south," he warns, causing the two to look at each other.
"Understood," Steve notes, but Dottie stands frozen at the new presence she feels in the room. She knows he's here.
Steve turns around, making eye contact with him as his gaze slowly moves to Dolores, lingering on the beautiful woman.
"Do you know me?" She asks, afraid to break the moment but knowing they didn't have much time.
"You're Dottie. I read about you and Steve in a museum," he offers, but he knows that's not completely true. She also runs through his dreams every night.
"They've set the perimeter," Sam warns again, panicking slightly.
"I know you're nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be, but you're lying," Steve interjected, trying to move them along.
"I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore," Bucky sighed, still staring at Dolores. She hesitated, but somehow believed him, even if she didn't truly know who this Bucky was.
"They're entering the building!" Sam couldn't hide his urgency any longer; his friends were almost out of time.
"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they don't plan on taking you alive," Steve held strong, gripping his shield tighter.
"That's smart. Good strategy," Bucky nodded, causing Dolores' heart to break at the thought of him coming to harm.
"They're on the roof. I'm compromised," Sam sighed in frustration, getting out of the space as quickly as possible.
"This doesn't have to end in a fight, James," Dottie offered, knowing that it likely would. She still thought gentle reasoning could help.
"It... It always ends in a fight," he was slightly thrown off by the name, as no one ever called him that in real life, only in his dreams.
"5 seconds," Sam couldn't help but feel like no one was listening to him, and he was partially right.
"You pulled us from the river, why?" Steve rushed out, trying to get his memories back.
"I don't know," he answered robotically, but he couldn't help but glance at Dottie.
"3 seconds!"
"Yes, you do," Dottie interrupted. Just then, Sam's screaming voice enters their ears as a grenade flies through the window. Bucky kicks it towards Steve who covers it with his shield, smothering the blow.
