Amnesia

C15: Natasha

"Um yeah..." I muttered not really knowing what else to say.

"How are you guys?" She asked.

She just asked me how we are... how do I respond to this... ugh Steve help...

"Well um I mean okay I guess... I mean I'm okayish... but Steve's a different story..."

"What's wrong with Steve?" She sounded concerned.

"Well actually that's why I called you... has he ever like... gotten sick before?"

"No why?"

"Because he's I guess what you'd call sick and when I went in his room earlier, he didn't remember me."

"He didn't remember you? Of all people..."

"Yeah I know... it scared me, so I called you. I thought you'd know the most about him."

"Well I'd help you, but honestly I've never even seen him sneeze, let alone get actually sick. I thought the serum took care of that?"

"I did too." I mumbled rubbing my hand across my forehead.

"Speaking of serums... how are you feeling?"

"I said okay." I whispered.

"I know you did. But how's your head?"

"I keep getting pieces of Steve back, or my family, or the war... but not so much about Hydra."

"Well I guess that's good. I wouldn't want to remember either. Are you sure there's nothing from Hydra?"

I thought for a second, taking a deep breath and focusing on her voice.

Nothing.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you Natalia."

Oh god.

It slipped.

"Natalia?" Her voice sounded at ease, like she didn't even care that I just said it.

"I'm sorry... it slipped... I don't... I... I really don't know where that came from." My words were jumbled in my brain, inside I was actually panicking.

This is why we don't make phone calls to people we can't remember from the past!

You are an idiot!

"...okay." She sounded disappointed.

"You know what...I should probably go...and uh figure out what's wrong with Steve or something... yeah I'll do that..."

"Alright. If you need any thing else call me. Steve obviously has my number."

"Yeah I'll...I'll do that... thanks Natali...tasha... Natasha." Shit. "I'm just gonna hang up now, bye."

"Bye Bucky." Her voice echoed as I pressed the end call button.

I took a deep breath as I set his phone down on the counter.

That was a disaster.

And kinda pointless.

Great.

And now I still know nothing.

"Ugh Steve what am I going to do about you?" I mumbled to myself pulling at my hair.

"I don't know I mean you could give me my phone back." His voice echoed from his doorway.

I quickly turned around and pathetically smiled at him.

"Oh uh hey Stevie how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to watch you epically fail with...Natasha?" He questioned.

"Yeah. Yep. That was Natasha."

He laughed a little bit and then started walking towards the kitchen.

"Are you feeling better?" I gazed at him as he walked across the room.

"Not really." He said coming closer to me.

"Oh um do you uh know who..."

"You are? Yes you're Bucky." He stated coming up in front of me and slipping his arm under mine to the counter.

"Wha...what are you doing?" I said flustered, a heat rising to my face.

"Grabbing my phone." He pulled away with the black device in his hand.

"Oh." I whispered mostly to myself.

When he stepped back, he looked up at me and leaned his head over a little... like a human golden retriever. He sniffled and blinked his eyes a few times, but his gaze never left my face.

"What?" I muttered quietly.

He moved his lips a little, as if pondering to answer me, but then closed them again, still staring. He took a deep breath and then answered.

"Will you watch supernatural with me?"

I blinked my eyes, taken aback by his nonchalant question.

"Um yeah sure." I replied a little confused.

"Cool." He smiled walking into the living room.

What the actual hell is going on with him?

I shook my head and followed him to the couch where he was fiddling with the selection of remotes.

"It's the black one." I said sitting down on my side.

Black one... he mouthed looking at all the remotes.

I sighed, reaching over and pulling the remote into my hand and then turning the tv on.

"This one." I shook it in my hand.

"Oh." He said sitting down beside me.

He looked like a child, waiting impatiently as I flipped through the shows on Netflix until I found it.

"Did you watch it without me?" He pouted.

"No Steve."

"Are you lying?" He said looking up to me squinting his eyes.

"No Steve."

"Fine." He said, acting like such a child.

When he used to get sick he would get all weak and sad, but I guess now he just turns into a full blown man child.

Oh how the times have changed.