Ok this ones a bit sad compared to all of the stars. DO NOT HATE ME IF YOU CRY. CUS I DID I CRIED.
Mission Report, January 21, 1956.
"Please, Bucky you know me." Bucky watched with furrowed eyebrows at the familiar girl. This warm feeling spread throughout his chest, and he knew that she was the special one.
She had pleaded until Bucky heard his- Winter's voice. "Begging for your life won't make a difference to me." He sneered. Bucky frowned again at the unfamiliar monotone.
"That's my sister." Steve murmured. Bucky's eyes widened, he'd killed Steve's sister.
He remembered her now, her bright eyes and smiling face. Her hair perfect every time he saw her. He'd killed her.
"Bucky, that's my sister." He stared blankly at the screen, watching as he poured gasoline around the entire apartment.
He watched as the gasoline knocked her unconscious, and he threw a match at the trail. Kill me.
The house went up in flames and Winter was gone, out the window and back to base.
"Kill me," He murmured, dropping the gun he'd held. "Bucky, I can't-"
"Kill me," He sneered, fighting the tears. "I'm not gonna kill anyone else important to us. And as long as I'm alive, people working for HYDRA will always be after me, always trying to make me kill. Kill. Me."
By this point Bucky dropped to his knees, watching as Zemo walked away-satisfaction evident in his smile.
"Bucky, I'm not going to-"
"KILL ME." Bucky screamed, and out of fright Steve had pulled the trigger.
"Thank you." Steve rushed to cover the wound in Bucky's chest. What had he done? Was he actually afraid of his friend? "No. No, please. Don't go."
"You saved me, Steve. You saved me."
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