When It Rained

Chapter 33 - Undying Support

She was running.  As fast and as hard as she could, each of her limbs thrashed trying to get her to where she was going. At some point, it didnt feel like the ground anymore. Finley felt like she was running on air.

His screams echoed around her, each time piercing straight to her heart. She didn't know where she was, where he was, or what was going on. All she knew was that Bucky needed her help.

"BUCKY!?" She ceased her steps to listen for his directions. "BUCK WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"FINLEY HELP!!" the blood curdling scream sounded to her right this time.

Without a second thought, she was flying through the trees and leaping over rocks. Nothing could stop her from getting to him.

Soon, the trees all disappeared from around her. Finley's feet skidded against the new texture making her stop and look down.

Sand

She was back on sand, just like she was the day he shipped out.

It seemed like the entire world stopped moving all at once. There were no more screams, no more sounds, it was silent other than the soft crashing waves and her heavy breathing.

Along the distant shoreline, Bucky's body laid mangled, bloody, and still. "Oh my god." She hissed sprinting towards him. "Bucky? Bucky wake up!"

Shaking him did nothing. There was no sign of life- not until his eyes shot open and his hands gripped her arms. The man was in a panic, like he had just seen something he shouldn't have. Now, all he could see was her.

In a dry heave, the red liquid seeped past his lips as his crackly voice sounded. It was quiet, slow, and painful.  "You're too late." With each shaking breath, Finley felt the tears well more and more.

"I'm so sorry." She cried and gripped him tighter.

"Help me Finn-" Bucky stared deeper into her eyes. "Help me."

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Shooting up from her slouched position,  Finley clutched her chest and closed her eyes. It was the only time she ever panicked like this- sleeping made her vulnerable,  that's why she didn't do it.

It was common that this happened. So, just like any other time, Finley closed her eyes, put her head between her hands, and breathed through it.

Dreams weren't reality,  that's what Henry always told her.

But something about this one felt very real. The whole thing made her uncomfortable. Recently she had been having these dreams, and each one involved Bucky. In the end, he was always the one that died. Maybe it was a sign, maybe Bucky needed help.

Shaking her head away from the thought, Finley moved towards the window to look out into the dark alleyway. The moon illuminated the roof tops perfectly.

"You're okay..." she whispered looking up at it. Somehow, someway, somewhere, Finley could feel him staring at the moon too. "You have to be."

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Throwing her hand over her mouth, Finley barely suppressed the laughter. Steve was facing away from her, hands on his hips admiring himself in the mirror.

He was in spandex.  Steve was in red, white, and blue spandex.

"Oh yeah, they'll never see you coming." She joked before fully busting out what she was trying to contain.