"Thanks" she mumbles moving to sit on one of the beds, she picks at the label as he sits at the table. "What happens now?" she asks quietly. Bucky looks to his metal arm and sighs.
                          
"We keep moving...."
                          
"Forever?" he stands and moves to crouch in front of her, he takes the bottle from her hand and sets it aside before taking her hands in his.
                          
"Rikki....Hydra are not going to stop looking for us...."
                          
"But I'm tired" she whispers. "Bucky, I'm so tired" he sighs and kisses her head.
                          
"I'll find somewhere....somewhere safe for you to go....just till I can figure this all out....till I figure out how to.....fix this" she looks to him.
                          
"But I just got you back....."
                          
"And I ain't going anywhere" he tells her. "You think I want to send you off......well I do....but only to keep you safe" he kisses her cheek. "And from Hydra....and....never mind" Rikki narrows her eyes at her twin.
                          
"And what, Bucky?" he rubs the back of his neck.
                          
"Something happened on my last mission...."
                          
"Clearly, you got your memories back" she pokes his head.
                          
"No, more than that....it was more.....Hydra fell....well....Pierce did, and Rumlow...." Rikki shudders at Rumlow's name, she never liked him. He was too hands on, to touchy feely. "And there was this man.....he knew my name....he called me Bucky, Rikki, he looked at me and called me Bucky" he presses his forehead hers. "He said he was with me......till the end of the line..."
                          
"Bucky.....? Bucky, who was it?"
                          
"I think it was Steve" Rikki stands up sharply knocking Bucky onto his backside.
                          
"It can't be.....they said he was dead"
                          
"Maybe they lied" he whispers watching her pace. "Maybe they lied about a lot of things...because....because it looked like him.....and no one other than you, me and him knew to say that to one another...."
                          
"So maybe you told them before they wiped you"
                          
"Maybe you did" he snaps back.
                          
"They never wiped me!" she shouts back. Bucky stares at her.
                          
"What?" he asks.
                          
"They never wiped me......They wanted me to remember you....and know that you didn't remember me" Bucky stands and hugs her. "They wanted me to remember you" he kisses her head.
                          
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, I'm right here" he coos stroking her hair. "I remember you....I remember you..." she cries into his chest. "Shhh, it's okay"  
                          
....................
                          
Rikki sits on the motel bed as she waits for Bucky to return, she flips the blade in her hand around her fingers before flipping it to her other hand and twirls it around in that hand as well, her eyes following the movement, cold, calculated, she flips it back to her first hand and spins it around her fingers. Bucky bursts in the door and she drops the knife, slicing her palm open as she does, Bucky looks to the knife, now on the floor, and then her hand.
                          
"Shit, Rikki" he drops the bag in his hand and rushes to her side, he crouches grabbing her wrist.
                          
"I'm okay" she tells him, the gash on her palm stitching itself back up, fast than usually humanly possible, Bucky watches wide eyed.
                          
"Rikki......" she closes her hand and pulls away. "What did they do to you?" he whispers, she strokes his hair. He leans into her hand as he looks up at her sadly.