Barnes considered the question, and ran through what he did remember.

"Some," he said. "Not a lot. Not sure what's real or not."

Steve nodded slowly. "Okay," he said. "You could run things by me. If you thought it would help."

Barnes was quiet for a moment.

"It did hurt," he said finally. "But it worked. Not the same. But it worked." He glanced at Rodgers. "The lab in Germany."

"Zola," Steve said, his hands clenched into fists. "You never wanted to talk about it. After that. Just ignored it."

Barnes nodded a bit.

"Not the results they wanted," he said. "Not like you, but close enough that I didn't get thrown in the slush pile."

Steve had to forcibly calm himself down a bit, unclenching his hands with an effort. "I see."

Barnes shrugged a bit.

"Thought you would want to know," he said. "After the ravine is clearer. My arm was ruined from the fall, I guess. I'm not sure how bad, but they took it anyway. Replaced it with the prosthetic. The rest of me survived it fine, just some bruises. Couple of fractures."

"But you healed faster than you should have," Steve said, throat constricting briefly. Because he knew how that went. "And you survived everything despite the odds."

Barnes nodded briefly.

"I remember the conversation about Coney Island," he said. "About getting revenge for the ride. And... a train, possibly. Snow."

Steve closed his eyes and swallowed. He nodded slowly. But he couldn't manage to say anything.

"You asked what I remembered," Barnes pointed out. He didn't push any more onto Rodgers, though. Somehow, he hated seeing the other man upset like that.

"I did." Steve shook his head abruptly. "That's better than nothing. Sounds like there's a chance you'll get all your memories back." Which was, after all, what Steve wanted.

"I guess," Barnes replied. He wasn't about to put money on it, but there might be a slight chance, perhaps.

Steve nodded and stood. He could have stayed there all day, but he had some other things to do, and he kind of needed to get out of there now.

"I'll see you again soon, Buck."

The nickname didn't feel like it fit Barnes, not anymore, not yet, but he nodded a bit anyways and just watched Rodgers leave.

Steve made his way out to the living room again and settled there. Okay, so that had gone better than expected, actually. But he couldn't quite get his heart rate back down to normal.

Laurel was in the living room when he got back.

"Everything alright?" she asked cautiously.

Steve was quiet for a few moments. "He remembers some things," he said, looking at her briefly. "Not a lot, but some things."

"That's good, isn't it?" Laurel pressed gently. "That he's remembering?"

"Good and bad." Steve shook his head. "He remembers the train. Right before." He had to pause there, swallowing hard.

"I see," Laurel said. "If he remembers that, then there's hope that he'll remember more, right?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah. There's hope." There was also the chance that Bucky would remember Steve letting him fall, Steve not going to look for him, but he didn't mention any of that.

"It'll be okay," Laurel said softly. She hesitated for a moment, and then gently touched his hand. "Things will work out."

"Hopefully." Steve was quiet for a moment. "According to Natasha, he'll probably have a rough time, getting rid of the programming and all."

"You'll be right there to help him," Laurel said. "He'll make it through alright."