How many times can you save me?

The tavern in the town

A/N sorry I haven't updated in a while, haven't been able to find any time. I'll probably not update again for another couple of weeks. Thank you for understanding:) As always any feedback is welcome. Enjoy!!!

James Bucky Barnes

The nurses and medics had been rushing in and out of the tents for God knows how many hours. They had categorised the rescued soldiers giving those who could walk a green tag, those who were in need of immediate care a yellow one and those beyond help a red one. Thankfully the last category didn't apply to most of them. Bucky had been laying in a tent with ten other soldiers watching the three nurses in charge rushing from one corner of the room to another. His physical injuries had almost completely healed so they didn't pay much attention to him.

Someone yelling, across from him, caught Bucky's attention and he turned his head only to see a man, shouting and thrusting every time they nurses came near him. Bucky moved from the bed and walked towards him, hiding the pain rushing through him with the best fake smile he could come up with. The soldiers characteristics were mostly hidden under the blood that covered his face, but there was something familiar about him.

The man's foot found its way to a nurse's hand, kicking it, making the woman drop the bandages she was holding.

"Wow. Good reflexes" she said to Bucky and he looked down to his hand. He had caught them without even realising it.

"Sarge?" The soldier panted "a-am I...am I dead too? It's not s-supposed to hurt this much. D-death"

Bucky frowned. The news of his survival had spread faster than the plague so why did the man think he was dead? Bucky decided against chasing that question "no you are not dead" he leaned his head to look at the name on the tag "Morton?" The whole world stoped. Bucky hand witnessed Andrew Morton's death the first day he'd been taken. Or maybe that had been a hallucination too. "If anyone is the walking corpse, that's you. I saw you die. They they did this..." he tried very hard to remember what exactly had happened but all he could recall were glimpses of the memory.

The soldier stoped moving and looked at Bucky. Something like realisation and grief filled his eyes "it was Andrew Morton that you saw" he said with a raspy voice "it was my little brother you saw die" he said and tears started leaking from the soldiers face.

Bucky rushed out of the tent. If he'd been taken there sooner maybe he would have saved Andrew...trade his place. He wouldn't have to go through...through the procedures and the torture and the memory blanks. Bucky dropped to his knees. It was too much and he didn't know how to handle it. The pain, the fear, everything.

Leaves rustling, accompanied by footsteps reminded Bucky that alone time was not something he would get anytime soon. He took a deep breath making sure he sounded calm and turned around. What came as a shock wasn't the fact that Gabe Jones was waking towards him. It was the fact that he was too far away for any normal person to hear.

"Sarge" the private moved to salute before Bucky interrupted him

"I think we are past that point Gabe" he smiled "what's up"

"Captain Rogers suggested we go out for a drink tonight, celebrate. He said he has an announcement to make" Gabe said "the others have already gathered there I came to fetch you" he grabbed Bucky's hand before the sergeant could protest and pulled him towards the town, checking occasionally to make sure he was okay.

Steven Grant Rogers

"The fourth one was in Poland" Steve pointed at the map in front of him "not far from the Baltic" he drew a circle around the area.