The Winter Soldier's arm was definitely broken ... Stacey had snapped it trying to subdue him in a chokehold, but it had been necessary. He'd have killed her if she hadn't found a way to knock him out. Even then, he'd shot her in the side, beat her bloody before for a fraction of a second his old self, Bucky broke through. The fight had been horrible, dreadfully brutal. The Winter Soldier was a ruthless and efficient assassin, Captain America a Super Soldier. They were evenly matched, but The Winter Soldier was hunting to kill and Captain America was trying to appeal to the shred of humanity, the shred of Bucky, she believed was buried deep inside HYDRA's toy-soldier. She, and also Bucky, were fortunate to find that there was just enough Bucky left inside him, to spare her life. He couldn't remember her ... not really, but part of him understood he had to spare her ... he had to save her and figure the rest out. She fell, unconscious and lifeless from the falling helicarrier, and crashed into the water. The Winter Soldier couldn't explain why, but he jumped after her, pulled her unconscious body onto the lake-shore so she wouldn't drown, and then he fled. Running on instinct, he sought a hideout, to vanish from HYDRA. They expected him to reach his rendezvous point, to check in again soon. But he never arrived. Bits of Stacey seeped into his head ... "You know me." "No, I don't!" "Bucky. you've known me your entire life. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes..." "SHUT UP!" "I'm not gonna fight you. You're my friend." "You're my mission! YOU ARE MY MISSION!" "Then finish it. 'Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line." His head ached from the thoughts and memories trying to claw their way through. He knew Stacey ... he couldn't remember where from, or how, or what they were, but his gut, deep down inside him, he knew that she was important. When he knew he was moderately safe, off the grid, he jotted down what he knew. Your name is Bucky? ... James Buchanan Barnes ... maybe? You have a name. An identity. Stacey Rogers. Friend(?) You know her. Stacey is not your enemy. You can trust her... "I'm with you till the end of the line" A few days passed. Stacey recovered in hospital, Natasha Romanoff keeping a bedside vigil along with Sam Wilson. She was expected to make a full recovery given time, the Super Soldier Serum certainly helped with the healing process. "I dunno if its good or bad news" Sam sighed. Natasha wasn't quite sure either, it depended on how Stacey reacted whether this was good or bad news. "Yeah well ... at least if The Winter Soldiers gone rogue, he's not under HYDRA's control ... but I've seen him in action more than once before ... He's dangerous. Real dangerous." Sam shook his head, he knew where this was going to go next ... Once Stacey knew The Winter Soldier ... James Barnes, was out there, she'd hunt him down tirelessly. "HYDRA or no, that dude ripped off my wings and threw me off a helicarrier ..." Same let out a frustrated noise, "If it weren't for Cap ... I'd kill the Son'f'a'bitch without a second thought" Natasha agreed ... but she trusted Stacey. Bucky meant a lot to her, and there was no one more righteous and true than THE Captain America. "Hey, I think she's waking up-" Bucky wasn't so lucky ... there were no friends waiting at his bedside or worrying for him. HYDRA wanted their "Asset" back, but they didn't care about what he wanted, or his pain. He tucked his frantic confused note away. If anything, he could remind himself he had a name ... Bucky- ... James Barnes ... It was the first time in decades that he had an identity. It felt ... strange, but it wasn't painful ... Being captured by HYDRA would be painful. THey'd wipe him and shove him into cryo again. Confused and lost, he didnt even know what he wanted, but he knew he had to stay away from HYDRA ... just for a while- But HYDRA hunted him relentlessly. They found him, squatting in a homeless shelter, routing through his head for memories, barely getting by ... but he was free ... Briefly. He fought back, he resisted. 14 HYDRA agents were incapacitated during the firefight and chase that ensued, but eventually, they wore him down. He had a broken arm from the fight with Stacey, he was exhausted and hungry, disoriented and lost ... The fight was bitter but, eventually he just couldn't fight them off and he was dragged back. Wiped clean and stitched back together.