I'M WITH YOU TILL THE END OF THE LINE

"Bucky?!"

       'I'm with you till the end of the line' is something Bucky always used to say to me whenever I would question why he had helped me when I didn't need it. Now all I can think about is that day on the bridge 'Who the hell is Bucky?' he didn't even know himself.

       It is now three days after Bucky dragged Steve out of the water; the doctors finally said he was able to leave. While in the hospital Sam and Steve discussed that since his apartment was shot up and all that he would stay at his house for a little bit before heading to NYC that's where they are headed now.

     "I don't really have space in my guest room, so you are going to have to sleep on the couch is that cool" Sam said as he pulled down his street. "What could you possibly have in there?" Steve questioned as he looked over to Sam in the driver's seat. "That is none of your business" Sam replied as they pulled into his driveway.

       Now inside Steve goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water as he asked Sam about the file. "Oh yeah I have it over here somewhere" Sam walks over to his dining table. Steve walks over to see Sam already looking at it. The file had a big red stamp on the manila folder that said CLASSIFIED. Inside of the folder had an information page all the way down to the blood type. The name across the top in bold black letters was James Buchanan Barnes. At the bottom of the page was a picture of him in uniform smiling with his hat tipped to the left hair gelled up just like he always wore it next to it was a picture from the day at the bridge his hair long and blowing into his face the metal arm supporting the front of a Milkor MGL Mk 1L grenade launcher, his right hand by the trigger not pointing it at any particular target. The next page is filled with information about the way HYDRA mind-wiped him and performed cryostasis. The last couple of pages are just photos with captions.

      The first page of photos at the top right was a picture of James in the cryo-freeze asleep the other photos on the page were James in the dreaded chair of mind-wiping his face in true pain and submission. The last page was pictures of when James got captured the first time laying on the metal table strapped down looking delirious. The next few photos after were hard to look at as it must have been right after the train fall as James was again on a metal table strapped down and unconscious missing his left arm.  The last couple of photos were like progress points in the prejudice as the last one bucky had his metal arm.

      Sam and Steve spent the next hour reading every single word on those pages. Then next two hours thinking of every possible reason or outcome to where James could be right now as they would start looking tomorrow as he had no HYDRA to return to.

      It has been two months and right now Steve and Sam are still looking for James; double-checking every place they look before and looking where they think they didn't. "Look Steve I think that we looked every nook and crack in DC" Sam looked at Steve with sad eyes. "He has to be out there he couldn't have gone far I mean he had a broken arm and a couple of deep cuts" Steve sighed. "If that's what you're going with then he would probably be dead by now sorry Steve but that's the truth" Sam put his hands on his hips. "No, he can't be dead I don't want to go through that again" Steve sat at the bench next to them. "Look you need to take a break; ask Tony to get a plane for you and just head to NY and relax and get the sleep you need" Sam put a hand on Steve's shoulder.

     Steve sat there for a minute before nodding his head slightly "Yeah I think you're right I'll call Tony when we get back to the house" Sam stood up at the statement. "Alright then let's go" Sam put his hand out to pull Steve up.

      They arrive at Sam's house and they both get out of the car. "Hey Sam, you locked the door before we left, right" Steve looks at the slightly opened front door.