I'm With You To The End Of The Line [STUCKY]

Chapter 3

Steve stood with Sam in front of the gravestone, looking down at Nick's fake grave. After everything, after Bucky utter his name, he'd asked Natasha to get anything on Bucky she could find. He had a hunch that Bucky had helped him out of the river, and next time he saw him, he was going to have his questions answered.

"So, you've experienced this sort of thing before." Steve turned to Nick at the sound of his voice.

"You get used to it." The words were lighter then he thought they'd be.

"We've been data mining Hydra's files." That caught his attention. "Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship." Steve gained a solemn look. He knew that meant trouble in the future. "I'm headed to Europe tonight. Wanted to ask if you'd come?"

"There's something I got to do first." Steve replied, and Sam knew exactly what he meant.

"How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities."

"I'm more of a solider than a spy." Nick nodded in understanding.

"Alright then." He offered his hand to Sam, then Steve. They both shook it. "Anybody ask for me, tell them they can find me right here." He indicated to his gravestone.

"You should be honoured. That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you." Natasha walked towards them as Nick made his leave. A smile pulled on Steve's lip.

"Not going with him?" He met her half way in her strides.

"No."

"Not stay here."

"Nah." She breathed, looking around. "I below all my covers. I got to go figure out a new one." She said with a lopsided smile.

"That might take a while."

"I'm counting on it." She lifted the file in her hands up. "That thing you asked for, I called in a few favours from Kiev." Steve took the file and couldn't help but stare. This was his answers to where Bucky had been all these years. "Will you do me a favour? Call that nurse." Steve smirked.

"She's not a nurse."

"And you're not a S.H.I.E.L.D agent."

"What was her name again?"

"Sharon. She's nice." Steve gnawed on his bottom lip as Natasha leant forward and kissed his cheek, tempted to tell her that he didn't have eyes for anyone by Bucky. "Be careful Steve." She said as she walked off. "You might not want to pull on that thread."

"...I'm with him till the end of the line. I have to pull on that thread." Steve told her and she sighed, walking away. He took the chance to open the file, a large photo of a frozen Bucky making him want to wince. His eyes drifted down to a picture of Bucky in his uniform, making him smile slightly.

He pulled the photo off and closed the file, tucking it under his arm as he took his pendant locket out. Peggy rested inside it. His pocket watch as broken a while ago, so he got a large locket to put her picture in. He folded the edges of Bucky's photo and put it on the other side of the locket as Sam watched.

"You're going after him." Sam said simply, eyes lingering on the locket as Steve closed it, putting it around his neck, hidden under his shirt.

"You don't have to come with me." Steve told him.

"I know." Sam paused. "When do we start?" Steve couldn't help but smile at his friend.

"Soon, I figure."

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Two years. I took two years for Steve to even hear a thing about Bucky again. The entire time, so much had changed, so many things had happened, but he never forgot about Bucky. He didn't end up calling Sharon, much to Natasha's disappointment. That was until he told her about his past relationship with Bucky and how, now that he was alive, he wouldn't be moving on anytime soon.

She understood instantly, but told him not to obsess over Bucky.

Right now, he was trying not be stabbed by a guy in a metal suit.

"This is for dropping a building on my face." Despite his talk, he was easy to take down. Steve looked at his face in slight disgust. "I think I look pretty good, for all things considered."

"Who's your buyer?" Steve snapped.

"You know, he knew you. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky." He spat. Steve felt anger at the tone, pulling him roughly.

"What did you say?"

"He remembered you before he disappeared. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Until they put his brain in a blender." He laughed cruelly at Steve's face. "He wanted me to tell you something. He told me to say, 'Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go'... And you're coming with me." Steve's eyes widened as he left go of him, the man encased by the fire of the explosion, but Wanda contained it, sending it up, but her magic broke half way.

Steve watched the building go up in flames, his eyes trailing to Wanda who looked horrified. Steve stared at the building, calling Sam over the intercom as Fire and Rescue came.

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"What legal authority ones an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeri?"

The TV switched off.

"It's my fault."

"That's not true."

"Turn the TV back on. They're being very specific."

"It's not your fault, Wanda. I should have been able to clock off that bomb beforehand..." He walked into the room slowly as she looked at him. "But he mentioned Bucky and I just...suddenly I was a sixteen year old kid again in Brooklyn." He sat besides her with a sigh. "And people died...That's on me."

"It's on both of us." Wanda agreed.

"This job...we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody." His squeezed his own hand, wishing Bucky was there to hold it and agree. "But if we can find a way to live with that, next time, maybe nobody gets saved." Steve told her. "I know personally what it's like to have not done enough when you could have."

Wanda and him sat in silence before Vision surprised them and told them Tony had arrived.

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