Rogers looked at Bucky and suddenly said, "I know him, but he doesn't remember me anymore."
"I know him, but he doesn't remember me anymore."
Captain America, whom the entire nation had always endowed with the traits of steadfastness, bravery, confidence, and strength, now sounded strangely choked with emotion.
"Captain, are you sure it's him? It's been seventy years!" Sam came back and asked.
"It was Zola. Bucky's unit was captured in '43, and Zola experimented on him. That may be the only reason Bucky wasn't killed in the fall. They must have found him!"
Rogers looked at the motionless Bucky on the ground, pain and self-reproach in his eyes.
"This isn't your fault, Steve."
Natasha offered him some comfort when she saw this.
Bucky had also heard Rogers, but he showed no reaction.
Because, to him now, his memories contained only battles and missions.
As for who Bucky was, or who Zola was, neither existed in his memories. He acknowledged only one person: Alexander Pierce, the highest-ranking leader of Hydra.
And that increasingly cold gaze only made Rogers suffer more.
"Leo, is there anything you can do to save Bucky?"
"Save him? You mean help him recover his original memories?"
Leo raised a hand and lightly crooked a finger. Bucky, bound tightly in metal from head to toe, rose from the ground and was forcibly suspended in midair, facing everyone—who were all his enemies.
Looking at that handsome yet weathered face in midair, even Leo couldn't help sighing with emotion.
Leo still remembered how moved he had been the first time he watched Captain America: The First Avenger. Such a beautiful life had clearly been destroyed and extinguished just like that.
He had started with such a winning hand in life, yet after meeting Steve Rogers, it had all