To the end of the line - stucky

The End Of The Line

"Heelllp! Help!" Bucky screamed as loud as his lungs could into the bitter air. "HELP! WE'RE STUCK! HELLLPP!"

It was all he could do. The only idea he had left to do something and get them out of there. But as soon as the words left his lips, the wind blew them away into its own melody of whispers. So he walked back inside, defeated.

It's been a whole day since Bucky last heard Steve's voice. He stares down at the blonde man as he shivers and just wants to hear it again. Anything. He wants to hear Steve laugh or even just have the man tell him to fuck off, he would take literally anything. But nothing ever comes.
Steve hadn't even been sweating recently. Instead, his face sat in a constant state of red with pale splotches. His lips were somehow a pale blue, and Bucky had no idea what that meant when the man was shivering but had a fever.

"I wish you'd wake up Stevie", he whispered. "I don't like this, not at all. I'm worried about you".

He dropped his head to rest against Steve's as a few lone tears fell onto the unconscious man below.

"Please don't go", he sobbed. "I can't do this without you".

Instead of the two of them being trapped in the cold dark cave with each other to rely on, Bucky felt, for the first time, that he was all alone. He'd had Steve with him the whole time, even if he was asleep or passed out from pain, but this was different. He felt uncomfortable tingles around his body, like he was on high alert, all alone in the middle of the wilderness. Although the warmth from next to him was a clear sign of life, he felt like the space there was completely empty.

He didn't know what that meant, but he needed to do something. But he felt so lost. What could he do?
He couldn't build a smoke single for anyone as it was too windy on the first day, and it was a hundred times worse today. He was fully expecting an avalanche of snow to fall down the mountain right on top of them. Sealing them into the cave like a tomb. Only theirs wouldn't end in a resurrection, a miracle, because the world had clearly destined for them to die. Time and time again, it had tried. And maybe it would win this round?

But Bucky felt a sudden anger at the thought. The anger at a world that would want Steve dead. Little, precious Stevie. A man who gave up everything about himself and who would sacrifice himself without another thought if it would leave even a trace of good.

Bucky would fight whatever beings he had to. Whatever bigger life form or Mother Nature stood in his way. He would fight god or the ferocious winds battling to cut him down before he'd let them take Steve.
And so, as some sort of act of rebellion. A massive fuck you to the world, he crouched down and picked Steve up, and walked out into the wind.

*

The team had been a ball of nerves for the last hour. Yesterday they had found the names of over three thousand possible suspects and the area they may have trained in. But they had to wait until today for agents to fly to Canada and check it out. It was too late last night, so they spent the night rounding up everyone on their list.

Just like last time, they weren't allowed to go on the mission and had to watch through cam footage on the TVs in the tower.

The only issue was they still had a large area to search and find a possible training building. They had agents asking around these small towns to see if any of the residents knew, and the team searched for anything they could.

They'd crossed off some of the area as it was just too small to have an organisation running from without anyone knowing.
They zeroed in on a smaller and smaller area, and time felt like it was running out. They were so close, but they may also be so far. What if they were wrong? The men could be in the same town their agents are in now. Which means they might find them today and bring them home.