Battelfield | Bucky Barnes

Chapter Twentyseven

I made myself ready and clapped my hands together. Schmidt walked up to me and immediately started throwing punches at me. But I blocked them all. I punched him on the nose, but this part just felt something wobbly. I lost concentration for a second and he landed at punch onto my chin. I stubbled a little backwards. I got my stability back. I took a deep breath and got onto my knees and used my leg to trip him. I pulled my left leg out and ran it against his legs and he fell onto the ground.

He laid there, like a turtle that was turned on his back and couldn't turn around again. So I stood up and looked down at him. "So who's the girl now." I laughed and turned around to pick my gun back up again. But I saw in my eye corner how he quickly stood up and pulled a gun out of Zola's hand.
I quickly turned around, to get my gun. But I already felt a bullet, making it's way up my spine.

In exact moment I saw Bucky running up to the stair case. But another and another bullet hit my back, one through my chest. I took a look down and saw a patch of blood on my clothes, where my heart is placed.

Everything went in slow motion. I saw Bucky. Nothing but Bucky. I ignored the fact that he just tried to shot Schmidt, but just got the shoulder. Schmidt and Zola got away, while Bucky ran up the stairs.

I thought that when you die you see the life in-front of you, but I was wrong. You see the one that you actually love. And I saw Bucky, from the first time we meet, back in Austria, me dying of a wound on my leg, up to our first kiss on a battlefield.
I loved all about him. I still stood there in trance. Bucky yelled and yelled, but I couldn't focus on him. I took any feature of his face and tried to remember all of his little wrinkles, that I love.

Ever think still went slow and I couldn't feel the pain anymore. Bucky hasn't reached the top of the stairs yet, but I felt the life drowning out of me.

He finally reached the top when I spoke for one last time. "I'm sorry, it's not your fault. It was my decision." I said that, because I knew he doesn't want to lose me and this is all my fault. I knew what I got myself into. And I don't regret anything.
Bucky stood there in shook and looked at me, just a few steps away from me. "Don't you dare, die here, in front of me, I told you not to go." He said and I saw tears form in his eyes. I smiled one last time, and formed the words 'I love you' on my lips, having not enough strength to say then out loud, before I felt the ground under me, slipping away.

I saw how Bucky tried to catch me, he reached out. But not fast enough. And so I fell, back forward into the flames. But I just looked one last time into Bucky eyes, ready to welcome the heat and darkness.