Winter's End [winter soldier//Bucky Barnes AU]

Chapter Three

*Bucky's POV*

"...you shaped the century."

"....he's not in control..."

"Bucky?"

"..I'm with you till the end of the line.."

"Sarah!"

"The whole team is sitting in the lobby, waiting for you to wake up..."

"I need you...you can't leave us behind.."

"If you want to let go, you can. Either way I'm with you until the end of the line pal..."

I faded in and out, hearing strange things that I wasn't sure I was actually hearing or if I was making them up. I heard old voices, felt old feelings. I felt the presence of another next to me. And I felt pain.

But I couldn't decipher what was real and what wasn't real.

Was I dying?

My mind was a milky haze that I couldn't see through. I didn't know if those voices were actually talking to me, or if my mind made them up. Was I already dead?

But if I was dead, why would I be in pain?

Was the pain even real?

I didn't get a chance to figure it out, because the darkness enveloped me whole as I once again fell into a deep sleep.

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*Sarah's POV*

I got about six hours of sleep last night, and I felt amazing. That's the most sleep I've gotten in the last five months.

So waking up felt great, refreshing, wonderful. I sat there for a few minutes after opening my eyes, enjoying the sunlight streaming in from the window. It was a beautiful day.

But my thoughts immediately darkened when I realized that Bucky wasn't awake to see it.

I threw the covers off of me just as Natasha ran in hurriedly, a look of happiness on her face.

"Peter and Clint are awake!" She said, and my face lit up as I ran towards her. She took off down the hall and I struggled to keep up with her and keep my gown up.

She turned a sharp corner and ran into a room, where I guess Peter and Clint had both been put in when they finally woke up. We flew into the room quickly, and I immediately caught sight of the two familiar faces.

"Peter! Clint!" I exclaimed happily. The whole team was all stuffed into the small room. I ran towards Peter first, as he was closest to me.

"Hey, Sarah." He said, sounding pretty much like his normal self. He had several cuts and bruises all over him, which, considering the fact that he was more or less blown up, was great.

"Hey! Glad to see that you're awake! How're you feeling?" I asked him, resting on the corner of the bed. He gave a weak smile.

"Could be better, but not bad considering. They had to stitch me up in a few places but otherwise I'm good." He replied, holding up his arms and showing me his various stitches and bruises. I smiled.

"Well, that's always good. Do your spidey senses still tingle?" I asked jokingly. I had seen that line in a Spider-Man comic that had been given to me a few years back, and always thought it was a dumb line. But it made for the perfect joke now.

Peter laughed, and I joined him, unable to control myself.

"..yes, I suppose they do." He replied. I laughed again and told him I was going I check on Clint.