Life of Winterwidow (Bucky and Natasha fanfic)

Lost

Nearly 4 months since Natasha last saw Bucky, she cries every night for him, for his presence. Her heart ached for him. Steve could not find him, he was off the grid and Violet... She misses her father so much she did not sleep at night because he wasn't there to protect her. Natasha and Steve had not spoken for a while, Steve was becoming more and more distant from the family since Bucky's disappeared. Everyone had that gut feeling that James had flicked the switch and was back to his old ways but they still believe he was out there trying to do good.
Falcon had joined the search for the lost soldier but there is no luck. There had been endless security checks in S.H.I.E.L.D. and countless encounters with doppelgängers floating around like shadows. There's no luck, Bucky was gone.
Forever.

More and more weeks flew by and Natasha has heard nothing from Steve, until one day while she was out,
'Natasha' she finally answered the phone, 'there's a meeting at S.H.I.E.L.D. later today, we need to sign ourselves over, we need to let the world know we're here to help'
Natasha held back the tears as she listens to the emotionless voice on the other line,
'Steve, what happened to Bucky? the missing person mission? Why are you caring about a meeting when your best friend has been lost for over half a year now? You can't do this Steve, stay out of this one'
The line goes silent, then dead. Tears rolled down the assassins cheeks, showing her true emotions. She knew she was not strong, she could not do this alone anymore. She called backup, she needs the team.

****

Bucky stumbles into the old warehouse unable to control the pain, the tears and the anger inside tore him apart. He replaced his metal arm but it pained him to have it back. The memories were too heartbreaking, too traumatic. The memories cut deep into his abdomen, causing the man to collapse. Like a bullet wound, the anger and pain bled out of him.
A vice.
He pushes his arm in between two cold, rusty, metal slabs and began turning the crank. Very quickly sparks flew out of his arm, small broken metal pieces cut through the air like a knife, wounding the surroundings.
'H-help me' the words forced themselves from his lips, 'Steve please'

****

'Yo cap,' Sam called at the broken war hero, 'you know that missing person mission? I think it's conclusive'

Steve was immediately by the Falcon's side, he could mot have got there quicker. They ran towards the old abandoned depot and began the search. Nothing to be found.

'We might as well give up,' said the disheartened captain,' he's not here'

Sam's voice could be heard from a distance, 'cap I think you need to see this'
From the corner emerged the now uplifted captain America. There slouched a beaten and exhausted soldier with his arm stuck in a vice. The soulless figure rose his head to then sink with embarrassment.

'Help me,' the shadow whispered.

'Buck? Do you remember me?' Steve slowly approaches the damaged man. He waited for a response, silence only grew.

'Steven Rogers, a.k.a captain America, a little boy from Brooklyn transformed into the almighty American war hero. Your mom's name is Sarah, your dad's name in Joseph.' The voice became more confident in every word, his head lifted from the ground, 'you let Bucky die, and now look what's left'

'You're a wanted man Buck' Steve's eyes adjusted to the information he had just received, 'you know that right?'

'Who the hell is Bucky? He's no more, he was left behind in the world war. Its just me that's left,' making direct eye contact with a stunned Steve, 'help me!'

Bucky was removed from the contraption and brought to his feet. He put on a jacket and a cap to cover his identity, he had to be unrecognisable. They pulled his sleaves down to cover his metal arm and made their way back to New York.