Marvel Imangines

Endgame Imagine - B.B, S.W

Sarah's POV

There it was. The compound. The one place my father always told never to go. That it only brings pain and sadness. But how can I believe that with all the great stories he told about it? I park my car and get out, grabbing the brown leather tote.

I ring the doorbell. Nothing. But, I did hear the security camera move. I look at it. "I have something for the Avengers, more like Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson." I explain, hoping someone was there to hear me. I anxiously tap my foot, wondering if I should leave or not.

A few minutes later Ant-Man answered the door with a suspicious look. I attempt in a friendly smile, which he doesn't return. "You said Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson?" He repeats. I nod. He opens the door and steps aside.

"Thank you." I mumbled, walking in.

He lead me to a room filled with all the Avengers. They all stared at me cautiously. The two who caught my eye were the men I was looking for. "Who are you?" Captain Marvel asked sternly, before I could respond, another person spoke up.

"Take it easy, but yeah, who are you?" War Machine asked again, arms crossed over chest.

"Uh, I'm Sarah Rogers." I introduce. Glances were exchanged between the heroes. "Steve's daughter." I add. This caused gasps from some women. Bucky stands up and strides over to me without a word. His hard gaze never broke off from me. I try my best to remain calm and stand up straight. He stopped in front of me, scanning my face for any resemblance to my father.

"You look like him." Bucky mumbled loudly.

"I get that a lot." I respond. Bucky backs up, he nods towards the back.

"That?" He asks. I raise it.

"The reason I came." I answer. "While cleaning out my dad's house, I found this in his closet. In it, stuff he wanted to show the Avengers, just got too scared too. I knew he would have wanted you guys to see it. Mostly this stuff is for Bucky." I explain. War Machine makes a hologram in the middle of the room go away, and gestures to put the bag on the table.

"Wait, why were you cleaning out his house? Did he move?" Sam asks, walking closer to me. I suck a breath in. The dreaded question.

"No. My dad he's uh....He passed. Two days ago." I answer, trying to hold back my tears. In the corner of my eye, I could see Bucky clench his metal fist.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Your father was a great man." Hawkeye said. I nod.

"Thank you. I'm sorry as well, you all lost a friend too." I reply. Sam comes over and opens the bag. I stand there awkwardly.

"Well, uh, I think I'll go now. It was nice meeting you guys." I say, starting to walk out.

"Wait!" Bucky calls, holding his metal arm out, "Please, don't go. I would like to talk to you outside."

"What would you like to know?" I ask as soon as we sit down. Bucky sighs.

"Everything. He refused to tell us anything about his life." He answers. I nod.

"Well, he married my mom, Peggy Carter." I start. Bucky chuckles, refusing to look at me.

"Yeah, I knew he would." He mumbled. "You have any siblings?" He asks, finally making eye contact. I nod.

"Just one older brother. Jacob. His middle name is James, after you." I answer, smiling slightly. Bucky sucks in a breath.

"You know that you're name after your grandmother, right?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah." I respond. "He missed you. So much." I say. Bucky looks shocked. "He would tell me stories about the time you spent together. I loved his stories so much. HE would always refer to his 'first life'. I never knew what that meant until I found the bag. I never found his shield though." I explain.

"He gave it to Sam." Bucky blurted. I looked at him with shock. He stares straight ahead.

"Are you serious? Not you?" I ask.

"Not you?" He repeats, looking at me. I look at him confused. "You're his child. His own DNA. You'd think he would give the precious object to a precious someone." He adds. I nod.

"Exactly. I would have thought he would at least give it to you. His life long best friends since the beginning." I agree. Bucky nods.

"Hey!" A new voice entered the conversation. Sam. I snap my neck to see him dressed in my father's suit. Shield, mask, everything. I clench my jaw. He had a wide smile on his face. Bucky stand up and I follow his lead, walking towards Sam. "It fits! Don't I look good?" He ask, striking a side pose with the Shield blocking most of his body. I internally roll my eyes.

"Looks like your now Captain Africa-America." I mumbled. But, Bucky hears and bursts out laughing. Sam looks confused while I try to hide my smile.

"What?" Sam asks. Bucky composes himself.

"Uh, nothing."He says before leaning close to my ear. "I'm using that." He whispers quietly. I nod.

"I'm going to honor Cap, for all of us. He deserves to live on." Sam announces. I huff.

"He deserves to be put to rest, just like my father. My father retired on his 45th birthday." I argue. Bucky nods. Sam rolls his eyes.

"He gave this Shield to me for a reason." Sam retorted. Bucky glares at him. I nod.

"You know what? You're right." Was all I said before walking away back to my car.

Right before I could open the door, I felt cool metal on my wrist. I look to see Bucky's metal arm. He quickly retracts it. "Look, Sarah, I'm sorry about Sam back there. He can be an asshole sometimes. But, I would love to have lunch with you soon, to catch up on everything and discuss funeral details." He suggested, sticking his hands in his jacket pockets. I smile.

"Sure."

The Next Day

I had given Bucky my number so we could text. We are meeting right now at a coffee shop. He got there before me. So, I ordered my stuff and walked to him. "Morning." I greeted. He nods. "The funeral is Saturday. At the Washington Monument (Look, IDK if you can actually hold funerals there or not, just ignore it.) It's going to be a long day. Maybe even two. It starts at 9:45 in the morning. It's not going to be a public funeral. Invitation only. We will never open it to the public. My father would have wanted that." I explain. Bucky nods in agreement.

"So....what did he tell you about me?" He asked. I chuckle.

"Mostly good things. We had a picture of you from the 40s on our mantle. Every night, Dad would tell me a bed time story about his past life. I remember mom getting mad when those stories would give me nightmares about Loki come a killing me." I answer, blushing from embarrassment. TMI, Sarah. But Bucky chuckled anyway.

"So tell me about your brother." He requested. After I had gotten my drink. I sigh.

"He's...something. He always thought he had to live up to Captain America. Both of us did. And, dad pushed him to be the very best he could be. Jake rebelled and moved out as soon as he turned 18. Got had gotten an apartment somewhere. He rarely visited. When he did, tension was thick between him and Dad." I answered.

"What did Peggy have to say?"

"She was mad at first, that Dad had driven him out. But just a few hours later she forgave him. Mom pretended that nothing had happened." I answered, my gaze hard to the bare table.

Couldn't bring myself to finish it.