Till The End

Chapter 1

Grabbing the bottle of milk from the fridge, I stroll to the till and place it on the counter, keeping my head low as always. I place the money into the female workers hand. Raising my eyes for a second, she smiles at me as she takes my money.

"Oh my, you're Captain America!" She exclaims.

Damn it. Can I have one shopping trip without being recognised?

"Hi." I smile.

"Wow. Hello. You're amazing." She comments.

"Thank you, just doing my job."

"Now, can I ask you a question?" She asks, running her manicured hands through her dyed blonde hair.

"Sure."

"The New York incident with those creatures, shall we say. Was it a terrorist attack like the Government say or was it aliens like everyone else is saying?" She questions.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't talk about that." I admit.

"But you were there, you saw them, it was only a year ago."

Glancing over my shoulder I can see people forming a crowd in the small local shop. It's in a different town to my house, just in case anyone thought I lived around here.

"I know but honestly, I'm not allowed to talk about it." I mutter.

I grab the bottle of milk and march out of the shop before any more trouble is caused. Wandering down the street, I pass a park that is scattered with children screaming and shouting for their parents attention.

I stop abruptly.

Sat on the bench closest to me is a man, his brown hair long and reaching past his jaws. He has his head in his hands, one hand is human but the other is metal. Taking a few steps forward until I'm stood in front of the man, I kneel down and place a hand beside his knee.

"Bucky?" I ask, my voice almost a whisper.

He raises his head slowly, his eyes swimming with dark pain filled tears. All over his face are dark red and blue cuts, his cheek bones stand out under his blue malnourished skin. His lips part to say something but he stops himself. Instead, he raises one hand and places it on my left cheek.

"Steve." My name escapes his lips.

A small smile forms on his lips and instantly brightens his face. Slowly, I raise a hand and use my thumb to wipe off the dirt on his bony cheeks and place one finger under his chin, lifting his head so he looks at me. I move forward, leaning my forehead against his and close my eyes.

I've been searching for him for 7 months, checking every bar, every factory, every abandoned place. But he didn't want to be found. So three weeks ago I gave up, I trusted Bucky to find me when he was ready. Now, I'm touching him, he's alive and safe. I can feel his hot jagged breaths on my cheek, he's alive.

"It's been too long my friend." I point out.

Bucky wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. I hug him, slipping my arms around his back.

"I've m-missed you, St-Steve. I've st-started to remember things-s that I wish I h-hadn't." He admits.

I pull away so I can face him, his eyes are wide with questions and they sparkle with pain.

"It's okay, Bucky. You're safe now. I promise."

Bucky nods slowly, looking back down.

"I want you to come stay with me, I can look after you then and answer any questions you have. I won't accept a no for this offer." I explain.

Bucky nods again, I stand up and place a hand under his arm, pulling him too his feet gently. The second he stands up, his knees fall and I have to react quickly to catch him. Keeping one arm around his back, I lead him down the road and around the corner.

Stopping at my car, I open the passenger door for Bucky and he climbs in. Reaching into the back of the car, I pick up the red blanket and drape it over Bucky's knees. He stares down, watching my hands as I tuck the blanket under his legs. I race around the other side and close the door behind me, pushing in the keys and turning on the engine.

As I drive out of the town, Bucky raises his hand outside of the open window, twisting his fingers in the breeze. I smile as I glance between him and the road, he acts so free but deep inside I know he is trapped. Trapped between him as a monster now and him as my old best friend in the past. He didn't remember me.

"What have you remembered?" I ask.

"J-Joining the-the war. Stopping that g-guy beating you-you up. That double d-date. I don't rec-call anything else." He lists, still not looking at me.

"What about your death?" I regret it the second the words roll off my tongue. I see Bucky tense. "Sorry, forget I said that. I'm sorry Buck."

"It's f-fine. I'm fine. No. I d-don't remember my-my death." He mutters.

I stare straight at the road.

"D-Do you?" Bucky quizzes.

I glance at him, Bucky is now looking at me with a begging look in his eyes.

"Remember your death?" I question, sort of confused.

"Yes-s."

"Every time I close my eyes." I admit.

Stepping into the house, Bucky looks up and around. Closing the door, I lock it and head into the kitchen. Bucky follows me, watching over my shoulder. Opening the freezer door, he leans over and grabs the big tub of vanilla ice cream. Bucky picks it up and pulls off the lid.

"Would you like a spoon?" I ask.

"N-No, it's f-fine." Bucky replies.

He digs his hand into the ice cream and scoops it into his mouth. I watch him, fascinated.

"When was the last time you ate, Bucky?" I question.

"I do not kn-know."

"Right, I'm making you dinner and you are going to stay here from now on so I know you're safe."

I look back at Bucky, smiling as the white ice cream coats his lips. He senses I'm watching him and stops, grinning at me.

"Th-thank you, Steve. I-I used to look out f-for you and n-now it seems we've swapped-ed."

"It appears so." I answer.

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I've had a bit of a bad day so sharing this with you all will cheer me up.

Hope you liked it.

Here's the first chapter, it's just a start and it is quite short. I'm planning another Skye Stark and Lokis Daughter.

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