He knows who and what she is. That memory should be less of a surprise, though she can see it's not exactly a happy thought. The next one, though...the next one begins oddly. Blurs of sound, lights and colors slowly resolving into shapes. Screams, gunfire, explosions, people running, the feeling of breath coming hard and fast. And finally, silence, as she waits. The fight, hard blows and more blurs. Glimpses of a face. Eyes. A metal arm.

There's the pain of a gunshot, pain that echoes in lesser quantity through his own shoulder, radiating outwards, sharp and hot. The rest after Steve runs in is just sounds. Sounds of fighting, sounds of her own harsh breathing, half-muffled curses in half a dozen languages.

It ends with Steve's voice, cracked, disbelieving. 'Bucky?'
It ends with a familiar voice and unfamiliar cadences. 'Who the hell is Bucky?'

It ends in silence. She waits, and this time it seems there's something more expected. There are more memories, but this...this seems to be an important one. He has to stop, at least for a moment.