A/n- okay this idea just popped in my head awhile ago and I finally got around to it. I'm labeling this as a short oneshot for now so let me know if you want me to continue this. Sorry it's kind of short. Oh and for the sake of the story I'm just going to pretend Bucky is actually dead. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Review and blah blah blah I'm talking too much enjoy!
The sleek black car slowly came to a stop at the cemetery. Steve Rodgers climbed out of the vehicle and into the crisp winter air. He gripped the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hand. The captain walked slowly amongst the tombstones. He looked around the graveyard until his gaze landed on a lonely looking grave underneath a large oak tree. Slowly, he approached the grave.
Steve sighed as he knelt down to place the flowers by the grave.
"Hey Bucky" he said. He stilled as if waiting for a response.
"I never got a chance to say goodbye to you."
"I could have saved you; I could've saved but I didn't, I failed you. I let you die Bucky, I left you at the bottom of that mountain" his voice cracked as he spoke.
"You know, everyone told me that it wasn't my fault, that it was just an accident. It was my fault though. I was the only one there and I didn't save you."
"It hurts to know that your death was my fault. I brought you on that train, I let you fall."
"I'm sorry Bucky. I'm sorry that I failed you, that I let you die. I'm sorry if or bringing you on that train. I'm sorry that I didn't save you." A silent tear streamed down his face.
" I'm sorry Bucky" he whispered. He stood up and walked back to the car, a sudden sadness overwhelming him.
James Barnes
1920 -1941
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