Till The End Of the Line

My Deepest condolences

Y/n POV

I woke up in Buckys bed, frantically got up and ran to the kitchen to find Bucky making scrambled eggs.

He turned around to face me, "well good morning doll!"

His smile got me every time, "hey, what are you doing?"

"Making eggs"

"Dosen't smell like it"

"Can you cook? I have no idea what I'm doing"

"Have you met me Barnes?"

He looked from his eggs to me, that dorky smile. Got me every time. He had the same smile as my brother did, my brother died a few years back, my only brother. Which reminded me,

"Crap" I muttered

""What's wrong" Bucky asked

"Last night, I was supposed to go home, my mom told me that she had big news"

"Oh," his smile turned more into a frown, "I'll take you home"

"Are you sure, I mean your leaving day after tomorrow"

"Yeah, it's fine let's go"

We started to walk out the door, I reminded him to turn off the stove. I grabbed my sweater and my shoes, walked out the house following Bucky.

The drive back home wasn't long, but it felt that way. It was silent, I felt bad that I probably wouldn't get to spend much time with Bucky like I wanted to.We pulled up to the small cottage, my family wasn't wealthy. Our walls weren't made out of gold, and our sheets were not silk. But it was enough, it was my home.

"We have arrived," Bucky said, getting out of the car and walking around to open the door for me. He was always such a gentleman.

I walked inside the house, it was quite unusual being that my home is never quiet. Bucky followed me down the small hallway, into the living room to see my mom on the couch, her face was read. She appeared to be crying, she never cried, much like me. She turned her head to face me and Bucky. She loved Bucky, the kind hearted boy of whom she'd known since we were kids.

"Oh sweetheart, you're home" she ran up to hug me

"Sorry I didn't come home last night, I was just-"

She interrupted me, "it's fine, I see you brought Bucky."

Her face turned to him, he let off a sad smile, "Mrs. Y/l/n"

"What's the matter mom? Where's dad?"

A tear streamed down her face, "he's gone"

"Well when is he coming back"

Her lips started to quiver, "that's the big news"

"I'm not following"

She walked over to the kitchen table and pulled out a slip of paper, with the US army stamp on the cover. Bucky's face grew cold and sad. He knew what it was.

"I'm still confused"

Mom repeated herself, "he's gone"

She handed me the paper, which wrote,

Dear the family of Rob Y/l/n,

It is my greatest apology, that I regret to inform you that Rob Y/l/n, has died in battle. Rob was a very good man and will be deeply missed.

Deepest condolences,
                         General Chester Phillips 

I dropped the paper on the ground, my own father had died. My heart sank to my toes, I turned around to Bucky who was reading the letter over my shoulder, I think he already knew what it was but, who knows. I collapsed into his arms sobbing, he kissed my head ever so lightly in comfort. I had cried more in the past 24 hours then I did in my entire life, what the hell.