Second Chances

An Apparition of Haunting

(A/N: Finally! Another chapter! Sorry it took so long. School is such a pain. Oh and I thought this song went along so well. I OWN NOTHING!)

Three weeks.

That's how long Tony has been searching for T'Challa. It was getting slightly annoying. Mostly because my brother is so incredibly smart that it was getting harder to keep him off my trail. 

Also, my operatives had found a hidden laboratory hidden deep in the Wakandan jungle. I had to get rid of that too.

But I wasn't thinking about that at all today. Today was my day off.

I slipped on a knee length black dress, a pair of black pumps, and my long black dress coat since it was cooling off. I put my hair into a ballerina bun at the back of my head.

I walked the streets of New York until I reached a streetside flower stand. I bought a bouquet of daffodils and a bouquet of white carnations. The white carnations were Bucky's favorite.

He told me they meant remembrance.  I loved him for knowing that.

When I was younger, Bucky, my brother, and I would go out together. Just the three of us. Even as a little girl, I knew Bucky was a charmer. I'd ask him each time we went to Coney Island or the movies, where his date was. He'd always reply that I was the only date he needed. I giggled at the memory. I remembered another memory when I was 10, shortly before the war started. Most of my friends had boyfriends already. I asked Bucky if he thought I'd ever get a boyfriend. He had sat me on his lap and told me with the most serious face he could muster, that I was the most beautiful girl he knew and that any boy would be lucky to have me. If they didn't like me, they weren't worth my time.

...I missed him so much.

I was sobbing now.

I slowly walked into the South Brooklyn cemetery, in the area I had grown up in. There were two old gravestones. One marked James Buchanan Barnes and the other Steven Grant Rogers. I laid the daffodils on Steve's grave and the carnations on Bucky's.

This spot was my only connection to my brother and my best friend.

There were no bodies, just a gravestone. That was all that was left of my brother and Bucky. They never got what they should have. They never got married. They never had kids. They never got the gift of being able to grow old with someone. 

"I wish you were here Stevey. You were always there to help me and tell me what to do when I couldn't figure it out for myself," I whispered, voice cracking as tears streamed down my red cheeks.

"And Bucky. Oh Bucky, why couldn't you have stayed? Why'd you have to go to the war? You weren't there when I needed you. You said you'd always be there for me. That you would protect me. Where were you when I needed someone to comfort me? Why did you break your promise?" I was practically yelling now.

I had loved Bucky with all my heart, but he had left me even when he promised he wouldn't.

And now, both him and my brother were dead.

Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me. I answered it, angry.

"What!?" I yelled.

"Fraulein Rogers. The Wakandan lab is being evacuated. We have to attack now or we'll lose them," I heard Edelina say from the other end.

"What!?" I yelled again.

"The Wakandan lab..." she started.

"I heard you first time Edelina," I interrupted, "You have made two very big mistakes."

"Ma'am, I..." she started.

"I wasn't done, Edelina," I scolded her, "First, you call me on an unsecured phone. Then, you interrupt me on my day off. MY DAY OFF, EDELINA!"

"Sorry ma'am," I heard Edelina say quietly.

"Good. Now get me a plane to Wakanda from New York. NOW!" I ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," she said stiffly.

I hung up and sighed, already exhausted. I kneeled back down in front of the tombstones. I kissed my fingers before running my fingers along the engravings of the names of the two people I had lost.

"I love you," I whispered before walking quickly to the entrance of the cemetery.

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Bucky's POV

After Prince T'Challa was kidnapped, those of his group who were left decided to evacuate the jungle lab. Steve and Bird Boy were getting people out and Steve had asked me to do a last sweep for stragglers.

I was just getting to the last few labs when I heard breaking glass. I put my back to the wall next to the door. I waited until there was another noise before diving into the room and knocking the intruder onto the ground. We tussled until I got them on them with their back on the floor, me straddling their waist and pinning their legs with my knees . My metal arm was holding their arms above their head while my human hand held a knife to their throat.

The intruder struggled for a second before our eyes locked. Light blue eyes stared into my stormy blue ones as i realized who it was.

"Sarah?" I whispered, removing the knife.

"Bucky?" she asked barely audible. 

Suddenly her eyes went wide as she began to mutter in panic.

"You're dead. You can't be here. You can't be. Oh my goodness. I'm going insane. I'm losing my mind. You've been sent to haunt me. Yeah, that's it. You're a figment of my imagination sent to haunt me."

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Sarah's POV

He was right in front of me. One of the two men I had missed so much. One of the two men I had lost. A man who was dead. 

I was losing my mind. I was going insane. Off my rocker. Lost my marbles.

I was seeing things. I was being haunted by my worst fear.

I began muttering gibberish about how he wasn't real when Bucky suddenly leaned down and kissed me.

Kissed me.     

On the lips.

I made a sound of surprise before my eyes closed and I moaned softly. He pulled away, placing his forehead against mine.

"Real enough for you?" he asked.

I suddenly started sobbing. Crying as all the pent up sadness and depression poured out.

Bucky got off me and pulled me into his lap. He cradled me in his arms, petting my hair, and giving me calming sshhing. 

"I thought you were gone with Steve. I thought I lost you both," I chocked.

"You didn't lose either of us," Bucky said softly.

I paused, "What do you mean?"

Bucky pulled back looking me in the eyes, "Captain America didn't kill Steve, Sarah. Steve is Captain America."

(A/N: Oh my goodness! Sorry this took forever to get to you guys. But hopefully it was worth the wait. Love you guys!)