One Last Mission

Chapter 2 (Alt. End)

Alternate ending (because the Beta Reader has a heart)

Everything had faded to black. The world was silent, cold, and dark and so so lonely. Bucky guessed this must be the hell assassins go to. There was nothing to see, nothing to do, or to watch, and though as an assassin can sit for hours on end like how he was trained this void of nothingness but him on edge. The silence around Bucky almost hurt it was piercing despite having no sound. He couldn't move or tell even if his eyes were opened or closed. This was it this was the end of the line, Bucky thought, Steve would be alone, Bucky could never be his best guy again. He could never have his six again. Never save his sorry ass again. Could never throw the couch cushions on the floor to sleep again. Never say I love you again. The dying itself didn't hurt Bucky it was the fact that he was leaving Steve by himself again that did. This nothingness and the fact that he had failed Steve and left him alone yet again were the regrets Bucky held onto, thought about, and pondered for oh so long in this void.

Bucky's love for Steve was not something that came around this century. Bucky he had loved Steve since they were kids in Brooklyn. Ever since Bucky had first met Steve he knew that this was his best friend for the rest of his life. When he started developing feelings for Steve, and Steve returned them Bucky knew he was the one he was going to spend the rest of his life in love with him. The hospital trips, fights, and being dirt poor were all worth it for his Stevie. Even halfway around the world from their tiny apartment home, after Bucky left for the first time, the two of them were a pair. After Azzano, when they would fight together Bucky would always be there watching Steves back, having his six, keeping him from being too irrational in his choices. Until that day with the train, when Bucky left yet again he was there for Steve. The whole time he was Winter Soldier something in him knew he loved Steve. And when they met and fought no matter how much his messed up HYDRA brain of his wanted to hurt Steve his love for him won. Once he started to repair post the terrible horrors of DC, they became the old set of best friends, lovers, and teammates they once were, only more broken. But now, now he was leaving his Steve forever with no chance for return. He wanted to tell him one more time he loved him. One more time that they were together till the end of the line, but he couldn't Steve had to go on his own and this was the end of the line for Bucky, and Steve well Steve. He was alone.

Steve would mourn him, spend the hours after Bucky died crying for him. Say something sweet and oh so perfect at his funeral. Probably go on about their time before the war together or how Bucky was oh so perfect. In reality Steve was the perfect one. He always stood up for the little guy and had the world on his shoulders carrying it so well. He would cry, and try not to show it to the world, Bucky knew. He always didn't like anyone other than Bucky to see him cry. Bucky knew his death would wreck Steve but he didn't have any other choice he was gone, their love could be remembered but Steve was on his own now.

The silence that had surrounded Bucky for so long was pierced by beeping, a consistent piercing noise after what felt like years. Then came the muffled voices. Now Bucky was confused, were there other people in this messed up hell, how could they talk? The noise then faded out, as suddenly as it came, and back into the nothingness of prior was Bucky. But after sometime the noise reappeared again. Mumbles became words not clear but more defined, and behind them the sound of someone crying. The sounds of motion, comotion, and footsteps were next things Bucky could hear but he still couldn't move to them all it was was sounds in the dark abyss.

"He wouldn't want to be stuck like this forever you have to let go, it will be better for him." The voice saying this was feminine and sounded very familiar came into his world of black.

A deep masculine voice that sounded so much like his Steve only so much more distraught. "There still is a chance, I can't let him go. I won't. He still has a chance to make it. You will not touch him!" A loud commotion then surrounded Bucky with more yelling and motion so loud it hurt Bucky. "No! Bucky, please we need to save Bucky you can't kill him. Bucky I love you, please please." Was Bucky still alive? That voice with so much sadness so much angst was that his Steve?