Pure Tears. Pure Love. Pure Pain.

Chapter Forty Three

Dear Bucky,

I'm hoping I have time to send this, otherwise, it's probably pointless for me even writing this. But anyway, I will write it. And I hope you read it.

So it's been almost two years since I last saw you in person, and I saw Steve and Natasha through CCTV footage six months ago. But I didn't see you. So I really do hope that you are okay.

I'm writing this quickly, because a lot of shit just went down. A fucking donut spaceship just landed in the middle of New York. I just got a call from Tony to get my weapons and my suit.

I actually forgot to write this but then I saw the Polaroid of us I kept on my wall.

This is weird. This isn't like anything I've fought before these people are like aliens. I'm scared that this mission will fail and I'll never see you again.

Two years is too long, Bucky. Too long. I miss you. You never reached out. I mean these letters could never have found you which would make sense for why you didn't reply. But it's hard. Not hearing from you once. Did you move on?

You know what, I'm not gonna go down this road again. It's too hard.

Anyway, if something was to happen. I just want you to know that I do love you. And please reach out. Bucky I love you.

I should go

Y/n <3

Steve wearily unlocked the door to the compound, it was completely empty and freezing cold. The only noise was the sound of his footsteps on the polished floors. Your letter was the first thing he noticed, the address to Bucky rushed and the ink smudged. A stamp stuck in the corner for first class.

He picked up the envelope, which had been dropped on the front desk as you had run towards your death. If only you had known, if only anyone had known what would happen. Then so many people wouldn't be gone.

Pepper opened the door to the compound, as Steve turned around to face her. His cheeks were stained with tears, and he looked like he'd aged five years in two days.

"They're all gone," Steve said, "Bucky, Tony, y/n, Wanda, Sam, they're all dead and more of them,"

"I know," Pepper said, "Where is Natasha? We need to assemble the people who are still here, we need to make a plan. Something had to work Steve you have to bring them home,"

Steve dropped the letter he was clutching in his hand, "They are dead Pepper," he said, "We can't do anything, we just have to move on,"

"No,"

"I watched them all die, I watched as Natasha tried ringing her sisters number over and over, as everyone broke down because we lost. You think I can lead a team of people who have lost everyone?"

Pepper pushed your letter towards Steve, "Do it for them," she said, before walking out the door and leaving Steve staring at the letter.

He looked at your messy handwriting, the stamp that had been messily placed on the front. How each and every time Steve had taken the letters to Wakanda for Bucky his whole face had lit up, at the pile of them. His own letters an ever growing pile.

Each time Steve felt so guilty for going against the accords. The ones that broke you and him apart, because you two never saw each other again after you shakily held a gun to your fiancés head.

Steve knew he shouldn't feel responsible, that the two of you made your own separate decisions. But allowing Bucky to never reply to your letters the past two years, he shouldn't have let that happen.

The next thing he did was pick up his phone.

AvEnGeRs aSsEmBlE

Rogers 💪
Team meeting?
Compound in an hour

After unsuccessful hours in the meeting room, excessive amounts of coffee and eating the food left in the kitchen the team came up with nothing. They couldn't think of anything to get anyone back.

Everyone was dead. You can't reverse death, right?

"We need sleep," Nat said, throwing all the useless scribbles on paper into the bin, "I'm gonna try to call Clint again, you guys head to a room somewhere,"

Everyone agreed, and collectively filed out. Leaving just Natasha and Steve inside the meeting room.

"Bucky died, y/n died," he said finally, "I found her letter to him, she wrote him a final fucking letter that he'll never get to read. They're just dead, that's it,"

"You know, I don't think death is the parting or the end. They're together Steve, somehow. I know you feel guilty right now, but it will get better I promise," she gently reached for his hand, "You need to rest,"

Steve nodded, taking Natasha's hand and closing the door to the meeting room behind them.

Days then weeks went by. No one could think of anything, no plan. The world was silent. No threats even compared to what had just happened.

Not that Steve even cared about those. All his mind went over was what he couldn't save them. Or bring them back. They had lost and he couldn't face the consequences.

And seeing your letter every time he went into the kitchen didn't help at all.

The only person he knew that would be smart enough to help even begin to think of a plan was Tony Stark. The man he had gone against all that time ago. He was Steve's last hope, and although he was assumed to be dead from the snap Steve had a feeling that not even Thanos could kill Tony Stark.

It fell to night again, and Steve was left with his thoughts while sat in the darkness. Natasha would sit and wait for him to come to bed but fall asleep without him by her side. He was stuck in a rut. What had happened had ruined him.

The entire team were took by surprise when a spaceship landed out the front of the compound.

And there Tony Stark was himself.

A/N: sorry this took so long, I sit my GCSEs in 8 weeks so I'm kind of stressed with revision and everything rn. (Also failing chemistry lol) anyway I hope to update this soon. Hope everyone is doing well <33