Till The End Of the Line

Bugs On a Windshield

3rd person POV

You, Bucky, Steve and the rest of Steve's team had taken over Hydra's base camps for a few weeks now. This mission was fairly similar to the rest, only it wasn't a kill everyone and save some hostages, it was more or less a rescue mission. But we were 'rescuing' Dr. Arnim Zola worked for the leader of Hydra and could give us any information we needed.

"Remember when I made you both ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky said loading his gun with amo

"Yeah, and Steve threw up" you laughed

"This isn't payback, is it?" Bucky asked, we looked over the cliff down to the train tracks, it was roughly a 50 foot drop, nothing you couldn't handel.

Jones explained everything about the doctor and where he was going. Someone mentioned that you all should probably get going, which wasn't a bad idea, being that if you were to late might not end to well.

"We only got about a 10-second window. You miss that window-" Steve started before you finished his sentence

"We're bugs on a windshield." You said, still looking down the cliff until you saw the front of the train,

You all got harnesed onto the zipline that would bring you to the train, if you made it on time. The three of you and some other folks rid down the zip line. Thankfully, all of you made it to the train safely, but that was the least of your problems. You knocked out a few men, doged a few bullets, nothing you couldn't handel. That was until Bucky got blasted and was barley holding onto the side of the train going 100+ miles, Steve was preoccupied with someone, and couldn't help Bucky. You reached out your hand as far as you could, and even though you probably wouldn't be strong enough to pull him up, you couldn't reach him.

Tears were streaming down your face as he started to loose grip, "Bucky, I swear to god!"

"I'm sorry Y/n," he said as he lost grip of the steel bar on the train. He mouthed I love you as he fell to his death. In that moment everything was in slow motion, Steve ran to the side of the train. But he was to late. By now Bucky must have fallen down the mountain, you stood up. Everything still seemed to be in slow motion, some other soldiers ran to grab the doctor. You turned around to face Steve, hands covering your mouth. Your face was red and cold. Steve's eyes started to shine from tears, he pulled you in for a tight hug. Bucky was gone, actually gone. And you had to watch it all happen, the one thing that held you back from joining the army, happened. And as a matter of fact it happened twice, once when you heard the news about his disappearance and that he was captured by hydra, and the next, you watched him fall out of a train. The only difference was that there was still hope of him being alive, now there wasn't. What did you have to live for now? Bucky was the only thing that kept you going, and now that he was gone, what was left for you. You had Steve, and sure Steve was your best friend and you loved him like a brother. But your soulmate, your prince charming, your one true love, was gone and there was no way he could have been alive.

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Y/N POV

I sat in a bar, that was covered in ashes most of the furniture burned to a crisp. I found a bottle of whisky in one of the cabinets. I sat at a table, with a glass and the bottle. Drinking was a horrible habit of mine. I always did it when I was sad, but on the bright side I only did it when I was sad, it wasn't a regular thing, I wasn't an alcoholic, just sad, depressed more or less. Steve walked into the bar, he was proably just as sad as I was, he knew Bucky just as long as I did, longer actually. I looked up to him, he hated when I was drunk, he said it made him feel bad, whatever the hell that ment.

He grabed a half burnt chair from off the ground, and walked over to the bar to the same cabinet I found the liquor, grabbed a glass from the cabbinet. He sat across from me at the table. I looked up to him tilted my glass, referring to it was ok for him to pour himself a drink.

As he poured, he started "Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn't just effect my muscles, it would effect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can't get drunk. Did you know that?"

I looked at him without saying anything, and then I said, "Your metabolism burns roughly four times faster than the average human. So it could be one of the side effects."

He looked down into his cup, half way filled with the bevrage, "It wasn't your fault" he mumbled

"The hell it was"

"I mean it Y/n, there was nothing you could have done to save him"

I took a sip of my drink then looked up, closed my eyes and shook my head, "you know that's not true" I whispered

Steve looked away, he knew he couldn't reason with me, he was wrong. It was my fault, he died and it was my fault.

Peggy walked in, relaxed her shoulders, she had read the reports and knew Bucky was dead. She grabbed the bottle from the table me and Steve were sitting at and put it on the counter by me and Steve. She turned around and looked to me, then to Steve, and back to me, "You both did everything you could. Did you believe in your friend? Or your boyfriend?" she said still looking at me, "Did you respect him?" Steve looked up to her, the answer was yes, I could tell from Steves eyes, so could Peggy, "Then stop blaming yourselves. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He damn well must have thought you were worth it."

"We're goin' after Schmidt. I'm not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured." I mumbled

I needed revenge, I wanted all of them dead, all of them, they were pretty much the whole reason Bucky was dead, they were the whole reason Bucky was captured. And I wanted them all to hurt.

"You won't be alone." Peggy said, I feel like she could sense my rage, Steve too. Though I wouldn't be surprised if Steve did, he was the only one alive that could easily read me.

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