When the nurse walked in with Bucky’s visitor, he didn’t even have to fake his amnesia. Because he’d literally never seen the man before in his life. And he had the type of face that Bucky tended to remember. But that didn’t stop the blonde man from gasping like an overly dramatic teenager and pulling Bucky into a tight hug.

“This is him,” the man told the nurse, his eyes welling with tears. Bucky gaped at him. “This is my husband.”

Bucky could practically watch his carefully constructed plan crumble around him. Still, he tried. “I don’t know him.”

“It’s okay, honey,” the nurse cooed at him. “We know you don’t remember.”

Steve had his reasons for comitting a felony second degree kidnapping. For one, the guy was an asshole. Like, Grade-A-Probably-Has-Kicked-A-Puppy-At-Some-Point asshole. And second, the guy was going to sit in some backwater mental hospital if Steve didn’t take him in. And thirdly….well, Steve was desperate.