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you're all I have: an amnesiac shipping meme

You have no idea who you are.

One day, you just woke up from the darkness, confused and alone. You barely remember your own name, much less why you're here...or where here is, even. Your own body is strange to you, and if you have some kind of power or ability, that must be frightening. Perhaps you're angry at everything so new and different, lost in this strange world you don't understand or know your own place in. Maybe you feel the need to hide away, lest you be crushed by everyone out there who is sure to hurt you.

You are so, so alone.

Only you're not. There is one person, one person who's found you and taken you in. They've shown you kindness, looking after you while you can barely look out for yourself. Out of the goodness of their heart, they've shown you things, taught you things. Most importantly, they're giving you a new sense of identity. And for that, you've begun to appreciate them. More than words can say, actually. You care for them so deeply that your heart hurts around them. Is that normal? What is this feeling? You can't imagine life without them, and leaving them- That's something you could never consider. Is this lov...

The word's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't figure it out, exactly. What you can figure out is that you want to give everything you can to the person who's done so much for them. You want to stay by their side and make them happy. You want to protect them at all costs.

So no one would blame you for getting confused when you see them with someone else or getting angry when you believe they're in danger. And certainly it's only natural for you to get frustrated when you want to tell them what you think of them, what they mean to you, and you can't figure out what to do. Perhaps following instincts will do?

One thing you know is that this bond and these emotions will never go away, not even when you learn who you are.

RULES
- This meme is for examining what happens when someone with no memories, potentially someone with powers or skills that could be dangerous at the very least, develops deep feelings for the person who's taken them in or is helping them realize their past. It can be played as awkward, adventurous, tragic, cracky, fluffy, truly romantic, or anything in between. You can play at the beginning, the part where emotions have strongly developed, or even when the amnesiac has regained their memories and must now deal with new feelings.
- Reply with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd like to play the amnesiac, the caretaker/help, or both.
- The role of caretaker does not have to always be beneficial. Maybe they caused this condition in the first place so the other character would be dependent, loving, and loyal towards them.
- Reply to others and play.

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ooc: If you want. Less angst, more h/c.

Ow.

[ Eloquent, no? But his head is pounding so hard that he can't really come up with anything more. At least he's braving to open his eyes, a little. ]

Somebody turn off the light?

Buck?

[Moving over he turns off the light before moving over toward him.]

Who?

[ Lower lighting does make things easier. A little, and he relaxes a bit. There's a random thought of 'good thing it was a light, and not sunlight', then, more focused. ]

Thanks. This hurts.

[That gets a bit of a frown out of the younger and he moves over, kneeling down beside him.]

Bucky, are you okay?

I've no idea, pal.

[ Beat, and then he braves a question, ]

That my name? 'cause my own head's coming up with nothing on that one.

[Was that... What was going on?]

Your name is James Barnes but I've called you Bucky my whole life.

[Steve? He can't help the slight fear that creeps in his voice. How can Bucky not know his own name?]

[ He eyes the shorter man up and down, eyebrows rising, but doesn't comment, instead rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Your whole life, huh? Guess that's my name, then. Sorry, my head's really hurtin' and my thoughts aren't too clear. But I'm gonna say you should know what you're talkin' about, then.

[This... it scares the hell out of him. And he's trying to keep himself from having an attack of some sort. That's the last thing he needs right now.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[ Good question. He has to consider that, hard. ]

I, uh. Think I was in an alleyway and some guys were not bein' very nice to a dame. And then in the middle of things, I think I slipped. Nothing, after that.

You think you slipped?

[That frown deepens a bit and he can feel himself starting to have an attack. Right... breathe in and breathe out.]

At least you're home now.

I think the lump on the back of my head kinda supports that theory.

[ Unless he didn't slip but somebody had a blunt weapon or something. He'll think of that theory a little later. Now he just looks up, hopeful. ]

Home? Yeah. That's good.

The lump on the back of your head could be from anything.

[The fact it was even there worried Steve.]

Maybe we should take you to a hospital though.

[If they could afford it.]

[ The dubiousness doesn't escape .. Bucky, he tells himself, though he's not sure what it means. But his eyebrows go up. ]

Nah, I think I'll be fine. Just gimme...

How long was I out?

[The worry is still there in his eyes.]

We need a hospital, Buck.

[He leans back in his chair and sighs]

You've been out for a few hours.

Hey.

[ There's so much worry for him in the little guy that Bucky pushes himself up a bit, sitting up and leaning against the rickety headboard. It makes him nauseous, but he grits his teeth and persists. ]

How about you tell me more, instead? If nothing shakes anythin' loose, then maybe we go to the hospital. How 'bout that?

[He winces when the older boy moves to sit up more. He's trying to not let it affect him but it was hard. Really damn hard.]

You're my best friend.

[Those four words are soft.]

You've been defending me ever since we were little. I keep getting into fights and telling you that I've got them on the ropes. But you... you're always there to save the day.

Yeah?

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Guess you do have 'em on the ropes, I don't seem to do so hot on my own.

We've always been best friends, Buck.

[The next words out of Bucky's mouth have tears stinging Steve's eyes.]

No, I don't. I always think I do but I don't. Not really. It normally keeps you from getting on my case.

[ This time, he scrambles up higher on the pillows. The dizziness almost helps with how uncomfortable what he's seeing and hearing makes him feel. ]

Hey, hey. No cryin', all right? No cryin'. It'll be all right. I'll... I'll remember. I've gotta, right? 's just a bump on the head.

I don't know! I don't know how this works, Buck. I mean we've hit our heads plenty before but I don't know how this works.

[He wants to find a doctor. Find out how long he's got to wait.]

You hungry?

[He needs to focus on something other than Bucky not remembering them. Their lives and how he's always been there for him.]

Or maybe you should rest some.

Hey, c'm'ere. Come here, all right? 'cause I think if I try to get to ya, that'll spook you up worse. Just c'm'ere, fr-- [ No, friend just doesn't sound right, ] -- Steve.

[For a moment he doesn't bother moving. This whole memory loss stuff was spooking Steve to no end to begin with. Eventually he moves over slipping his tiny frame up onto the bed beside Bucky, resting his head on his friend's chest a bit.

He knows that if he starts crying he'll have trouble breathing so he tries to keep himself from doing so. No need to have an attack while laying here with Bucky.]

Pre-Serum Steve Rogers ᴕ MCU ᴕ OTA

... maybe Bucky hit his head...?

sounds good o me darlin'.

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