"Bucky's dead, Steve's alive. N-no, Bucky's alive, Steve's dead. No. NO! My name is Maggie Louise Barnes. I was born on November twelve 1929. I have a brother. No- two brothers. No...brothers. Brothers. Dead... no... alive. They're alive. No, one is dead. No..."

"Hey, sweetheart--"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! My name is Maggie Louise Barnes. I was born on November twelve 1929. I have brothers. They're dead. No- no they can't be. No, Bucky's alive. No, Steve. Steve is alive. No..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Just... can you tell us your name? When were you born."

"My name is Margaret Louise Barnes. I was born on November twelve 1929. I have a brother. No- two brothers. No... brothers. Brothers. They're dead. No. They're alive. One is dead. No... no. I--"

"Maggie, wake up."

"I have a brother. No- brothers. Dead? No. No. They're alive. They're both alive."

"Maggie!" I jolted up, kicking and screaming, breathing heavier than I ever have. "Maggie, don't worry. Don't worry. Hey--It was just a dream. You're okay." I tried not to cry as Steve hugged me close, but failed miserably.

It wasn't just a dream. It was a memory. When the police found me, I was not in a good place. Freezing cold and rambling and muttering like a mad man. The truth was, right before I'd been frozen in time, I'd seen him. I'd seen Bucky. He was in the midst of being frozen as well, but I'd been able to call out to him, see him turn his head, see his face one more time. He did the thing. The thing that means I love you. That wink that he'd given me before he'd left to fight in the war. That wink meant he loved me, and my smile in return meant I love you too. We were perfectly in sync just seconds before both of us were frozen for future reference, and that was how I was able to hold onto the fact that he was alive. Still, when I woke up I was completely confused. Was Bucky dead? Alive? What about Steve? I'd been told he'd crashed a plane, but could it be possible that he survived? The only thing I knew for certain was that I'd seen Bucky, and I'd seen that symbol on the machines we were laying on.
The police stayed with me until S.H.I.E.L.D agents arrived and knocked me out for transfer. They brought me to some fake 1940's set room hospital where they treated me, but all the conflicting ideas in my head were screwing with me. I didn't think I'd ever be the same until Steve showed up to save me.

"You're okay. Hey, remember when you were little? You used to have bad dreams all the time. About the Nazis. We took them out, Mags. Wanna tell me who I have to take out in order to keep your dreams good?" I looked up at Steve, tears in my eyes, lower lip quivering.

"Hydra."

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