Setting: TFA.
"You're going to war?" You questioned, immediately stopping what you were doing to stare at your twin brother. "Bucky, what-"
"Before you talk me out of this, hear me out." He sighed, unable to sit next to you as you stared at him wide eyed. "I have always wanted to do something to help out someone somewhere. And by joining the fight, I'm helping the world. I always looked up to people who put their lives on the line for the greater cause. This could be my way up, Y/N."
You tried hard not to cry. What? You couldn't even look at him. "I need-I need air."
"Y/N-"
"Not now, brother." Bucky was your twin, and your best friend. What if he died? What would you do? "You can't shut me out anymore."
"I can't lose you either! If you go, I go." You threatened seriously. You were five minutes younger than Bucky, and he would never let you do anything in the slightest bit dangerous.
"No. You're not joining the army. Hell. No."
"Too bad. You enlisted. So will I."
THERE WILL B A PART TWO!
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