Sambucky - Figuring out feelings: Book 1, 2 And 3

Book 2 : Chapter 12 : The Fire

Bucky jumped up before the others could react. Sam stood up beside him, his hand on his arm.

'Are you sure you're OK?'
'Yes. But we have to go'

Sam nodded and ran to get his shield.

Damn.

He had forgotten he didn't have it.

Bucky didn't have anything to get either. Zemo walked to a shelf and grabbed a gun. Then as a second thought got one for Bucky and Sam too. They accepted it and rushed out of the plane as it landed.

The building had been burning for a while, Sam could tell that much. That meant that survivors might have got out in that time.

Well he hoped.

Bucky sprinted towards the building, forgetting Sam and Zemo. There was a crowd of people outside, firefighters and bystanders. He reached the entrance and stopped.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Besides the firefighters, there was no one talking. Bucky spun around. Last time this courtyard had felt off like this he had been stabbed.

Oh no.

Sam and Zemo were gone. The firefighters and bystanders too.

And the fire.

Bucky froze.

No no no. This can't be happening.

He knew he was panicking. He tried to calm down. Take deep breaths. It was difficult when he had the feeling of being watched.

Suddenly he heard a noise from his left. He turned quickly.

It was Sam. Or what was left of him.

His face was cut and battered. Covered in bruises. His arm was hanging at a weird angle. Broken.

Bucky froze.

It isn't Sam. It isn't him.

It couldn't be.

But Bucky found himself walking towards him anyway.

'Sam?'
'Bucky. Help me!'

Bucky tried to stop himself but he was drawn to the injured man.

'Bucky... I can't... Help me!'

Bucky put his hand out. What had happened to him?

Sam grabbed it, the tears disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. Bucky froze as he was pulled in towards him.

'Why won't you learn?' 'Sam' spoke as he pulled a knife out of his pocket. Bucky froze.

He knew what was about to happen.

'NO NO. GET AWAY'

The grip on his arm tightened as Bucky tried to pull away. Suddenly 'Sam' swept a leg under him, knocking him. Bucky fell on his back with 'Sam' on top of him.

It's not him. You can hurt him.

But Bucky couldn't bring himself to hurt him.

The tip of a knife was tracing Bucky's face. Bucky flinched as it moved near the word that had been carved in before.

'Oh you like the present I left you last time?'

Bucky couldn't think. Everything felt foggy.

'Sam' began to cut his face.

'AHH STOP'

Tears began running down Bucky's face. He tried to grab the knife but his energy left him.