A/N: I should be ashamed of this, but I'm really not. This will be eventually a Stony fic, it's just gonna be a multi chapter. I know, those of you who know how I work are cringing on the inside, I get it. But I'm gonna actually try to finish this one. There is a character death, it's semi minor, like it's not just some small background person but it's not a major character in this story. Ya know?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Marvel (except their merchandise) or anything from Distubia.

Chapter 1

Camping Trip

The river was quiet this morning. There was no rushing of currents or even the sound of fish popping up to bite at the insects floating on the surface. The cattails stood stock still, the gentle breeze too weak to bend them, like soldiers standing at attention. The morning sun glared off the water's surface, nearly blinding him but he couldn't look away. The serenity of the moment was too much for him to want to leave. His brother was still asleep in their tent and Steve wanted to absorb this moment for all that it was worth. James, or Bucky to everyone except their mother, and himself had finished their finals for the school year and decided to celebrate by heading out to the mountains to camp for the weekend. Unfortunately, their trip ends today and he would need to wake Bucky up shortly so they can start packing.

But for now, Steve sat on the river bank watching the fish play and the bugs swim and the sun rise. He thought about how he and Bucky would be back to work at their mom's small outfitter's store, folding clothes and stacking boots wasn't his ideal way to spend the rest of his summer but it helped pay bills. When their father died, Sarah opened her own small clothing shop on the outskirts of the city to keep her busy. Of course, once her boys were old enough they were put to work organizing shelves and refolding sweaters. They did so happily, but only to appease their mom.

Movement came from behind Steve and a minute later Bucky stumbled out of the tent. His hair was standing straight up and his eyes were barely slits in the morning sun. He grumbled as he shuffled over to a boulder that was just behind Steve and plopped down, rubbing a hand against his eyes.

"Why did you let me take that last shot?" Bucky moaned.

Steve smiled. "It's not like I could stop you." Steve snorted. "You've always been sort of one track minded that way." He stood up and stretched, his muscles aching from sitting on the ground for so long.

"Shut up, punk."

"Stop complaining, jerk." Steve shoved him gently. "Come on, get changed. We need to pack up and head down before too long. Mom's expecting us back this afternoon."

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. "Can I just call in sick?"

"I'm pretty sure the term is 'hungover' and no, you can't." Steve smirked as Bucky levered himself up and made his way to his duffle bag in a more human like manner.

It took them ten minutes to tear down their tent and another ten to shove everything back into their car. It would've been faster if Bucky didn't stop every few minutes and whined about how much his head hurt or complained about going back home. But after a few stern glares from Steve, he instead was mumbling to himself sardonically. They were halfway down the mountain when Sarah called Steve's phone. After glancing over at Bucky, who had fallen back asleep as soon as he was in the car, he answered loudly and cheerfully.

"Hey, Mom!" Bucky jolted awake and glared at him. Steve smirked in response.

"Are you two on your way back yet?"

Steve rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Yes, mom. I even got Bucky up and dressed and fed before we left." Steve snuck a sly glance at his brother in the passenger seat. "I would've bathed him but you know how squirmy he gets over stuff like that."

"Hey, punk!" Buck exclaimed, smacking him on the arm. "I was the one helping change your diapers! You better watch who you're talking to like that."

On the other end of the line, Steve could hear their mom laugh.

"Alright, how much longer until you get back?" Sarah asked.

A blaring of a horn from behind made Steve glance in the rearview mirror. A big, dark truck was suddenly a few feet away from their rear bumper, swerving around them at a high speed before veering back in front of them.

"What a jackass!" Bucky yelled to the windshield. "You better watch it, buddy! You're gonna get someone killed!"

"Cool it, Buck." Steve said sternly.

"Steve?" Sarah called from the other end. "Steve? Steven, what's going on?"

"Nothing, Mom. Just some jerk." Steve answered with a glare at Bucky.

"Well, put your brother on."

Steve handed the phone over to Bucky and turned his attention back to the road in front of him.

"Yes, Mom. Jeez, what do you take me for?" Bucky said as he casted his eyes to the roof of the car.

"What?" Steve asked.

"No, Sam's brother didn't supply us with anything." Bucky's eyes closed and Steve could hear their mother's voice grow shriller.

"What's she saying?" Steve asked, glancing from the road to Bucky and back again.

Buck moved the mouth piece away from his face as he looked at Steve. "She wants to know if we were drinking all weekend."

Steve's heart raced. Their mother was lenient on quite a few things but underage drinking was a no-no. Ever since they lost their dad to alcoholism five years ago, Sarah put her foot down on any drugs or alcohol.

"Is she believing you?" Steve asked. Bucky fiddled with the phone for a moment before putting it on speaker. Instantly the car was filled with the sound of their mother's voice yelling at them.

"—you better be taking care of your brother, James! I can't believe you would do something so stupid and irresponsible! What if something happened and you were too drunk to do anything? You better be prepared to be grounded for—"

"Shit! Steve!" Bucky yelled and dropped the phone to the floor board.

Steve looked up in time to see the truck from earlier jerk around another vehicle. A vehicle that was not moving. Steve had a split second to yank on the steering wheel and try to pull the car to the left. The passenger side of the car hit the vehicle in front of them and they ended up rolling over onto the roof of the car, skidding down the road for a couple of yards. Once they came to a stop, Steve looked over at Bucky, they were hanging from their seats but Bucky was leaning at an odd angle. Steve's left leg was burning, but he put that to the back of his mind as he tried to help his brother.

"Steve, you okay?" Bucky asked shakily. Steve nodded. "Alright, let's see if we can get out of this thing." Bucky wiggled enough for Steve to see through the broken window and a red truck speeding straight towards them.

"Buck!" Steve cried out and before he could reach out to him the truck slammed into the passenger side of their car, sending it spinning another handful of yards down the road. Once it stopped, Steve managed to contort his body enough to pull himself out of the car and onto the glass covered highway. "Bucky?" Steve called as he hopped around the wreckage. "Bucky?!" He reached the other side and looked for a way to pull the door open. "Buck? Are you okay?" Steve lowered himself to the ground and froze. "No…"

See? I told you!

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