A searing pain thrived through Steve's veins, he was cold, freezing even, yet the weather was boiling.
Today was the day that Steve had to say goodbye.
It was the last day.
This was Bucky's goodbye.
Steve looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes darkened yet pale, yes, he had the others, but they weren't his best friend. Not like Bucky.
"Time to go Steve. We don't want to be late." Sam poked his head round the door, smiling sympathetically. He too felt the pain. But couldn't understand what Steve was going through.
He nodded "Hm.", dusting his suit down, he made for the door. His skin too was cold, burning, yet icy.
The journey there was silent, no one dared to talk. Steve just stared straight ahead, emotionless. On the inside, his thoughts were tearing him apart, he wanted to scream and shout because accepting the death of James wasn't going to come easy. His eyes burned, feeling the need to burst into tears, but he stayed strong, for his team. Every inch of him wanted to give up, to just quit. Was the loss of his friend worth the avengers?
He swallowed hard as the car came to a stop, he climbed out gingerly, not particularly wanting to see what he was about to.
"You've got this." Sharon rested a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, he nodded, not quite convinced. They walked into the wake, it was full of people.
Bucky was laid at the front, his casket open halfway. His perfect, pale skin was as flawless as ever, his all-black clothing without a scratch and his eyelids covered his eternal glare.
Steve's breath got caught in his throat.
"God..." He mumbled,
"I'd like to request everyone to sit down, please-" a tall, thin man stood at the front.
"Thank you-" he nodded as people took their seats,
"Bucky, what can I say about James?" He smiled "James was an amazing man. And loosing him isn't going to be easy, but, I'd like to thank you all for coming and supporting each other." He continued "I know this is short notice, but would anyone like to say anything?"
Steve stood, "I- I would."
Everyone turned to look at him.
"Very well-"
Steve slowly took long steps until he reached the front, he held the microphone and paused. Could he do this?
"Buck- was- well- he was my best friend" he sighed "and there was a point, not long ago, that he couldn't recognise me as a friend. All it took was my life to be- put in danger for him to realise he cared.... If that isn't true friendship- I don't know what is." He swallowed hard "I also know that he saved many lives, yes, he was a soldier, yes , he hurt people, but no. Bucky wasn't a monster." He looked over "he-" he blinked away a tear "He was so much more, than just a solider. He was an amazing man. We won't forget this. We also won't forgive."
He stepped back to stand by Bucky's lifeless body, cold yet peaceful.
"He was like a brother, his legacy will stand." He breathed in heavily. "There are only two words I could say to round this up..." He rested a hand on the side of the coffin
"...Goodnight Soldier."
Steve felt a cold hand slide up his, he looked down to see a pair of eyes staring back, they caught the light perfectly. Bucky. Steve's eyes widened "Buck...?" He whispered
Bucky smiled faintly,
Steve's heart sped up tremendously, Bucky was alive.
"Good to see you Captain, looks like you didn't abandon me."
"I told you, I'm with you till the end of the line."
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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed that. My friend got mad at me for killing Bucky so I had to bring him back.
Also- if you haven't watched the edit at the beginning of the story, then you should. It's actually amazing.
Comment any suggestions for another fic if you like,
Thank you ✖️✨✖️
