ᴘᴏᴋᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ || ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇs

𝐗𝐈𝐗

After Sam saved the final Flag-Smasher, only to be killed later, the team met up again, in Bucky's apartment.

"So, what's next?" Y/n asked the guys, they both sighed, "I've got some stuff I need to do, then after that, I'm heading home, I'm missing Sarah and my nephews. What about you guys?"

They looked to each other indecisively, Bucky cleared his throat, "Might stick around here for a while, got some amends to make," he grabbed Y/n's hand and she blushed profusely as she looked at him, "Then, we'll go wherever life takes us," Y/n nodded. Sam smiled widely at the two, he hugged Bucky and Y/n, bidding them goodbye for the time being.

He left the apartment and Bucky sat on one of the bar stools and pulled out his book looking at the last name on the list. Y/n walked over and looked over him at the list, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Want me to go with you?" He shook his head, "I have to do this one alone, but, don't leave... please," she nodded and he left.

. . .

Walking up to a familiar apartment, he knocked on the door, he rocked on his feet before the door opened, "Hey, what are you doing here? It's late, come in before someone calls the cops," Bucky followed Mr. Nakajima into the house and sat on a chair across from him.

"What are you doing here? It's not Wednesday," Mr. Nakajima looked at him concerned. Bucky stumbled with his words, "I, uh, I have to tell you something. About your son," Mr. Nakajima's eyes widened, "He was murdered."

"What?"

"By the Winter Soldier," Bucky's voice wavered, "And that was me."

"Why?" Bucky sharply inhaled and his voice cracked, "I didn't have a choice," Mr. Nakajima patted Bucky's hands and nodded. He got up and shuffled to the door, opening it, signaling for Bucky to leave. Bucky stood up and sent the older man a respectful nod as he left his apartment.

Bucky slowly walked to his own place and quickly entered, seeing Y/n reading on the couch. Y/n looked up from the book to the unsettled man in the doorway, marking her place, she ran across the room to his aid. He fell into her arms, tears streaming down his face.

It broke her to see him as disheveled as he was, she kept her arms around him, shedding a few tears herself, she couldn't even imagine what happened. The two sunk to the floor, wrapped in each other's embrace, staying together all night, providing immense amounts of comfort to each other.

. . .

Sam knocks on the Bradleys' door, Isaiah's grandson answers. "What you want, Black Falcon?"

"Hey, you need to learn some manners," Isaiah walks up behind his grandson, "He ain't a Falcon anymore, but he's still Black," the young man walked away and Isaiah sighed, "I saw what you did out there,"

"And it seems, so did everyone else,"

"I heard the GRC was standing down on those plans of theirs, so you must have done somethin' right. I ain't gonna lie. You're special,"

"Thank you,"

"I mean, you ain't no Malcolm, Martin, Mandela, but..."

"No argument there. But I know what I've gotta do," Isaiah looked at Sam and smiled, "So, a Black Captain America, huh?"

"Damn right,"

"The fight you taking on ain't gonna be easy, Sam.

"Yeah, I might fail. Shit, I might die. But... We built this country. Bled for it. I'm not gonna let anybody tell me I can't fight for it. Not after what everybody before me went through. Including you."