One second, Bucky was sitting in the soul world. His knees up to his chest waiting for someone to save them. Next second he materialised in Wakanda. It looked terrible. Like a wasteland. The grass was no longer green and the trees had no leaves. There were soldiers laying in the floor, but not the others who dusted. Those who didn't.
Standing around Thanos' dead body was Nat and Bruce. That was it. Bucky walked over to them. Despite their past quarrels, Nat pulled him into a hug and whispered.
"I'm so sorry, we couldn't save him."
When she pulled away, Bruce pointed behind Bucky. He turned to see Steve. He was laying in the floor in a pool of what he assumed was his own blood.
"No no no no Steve," Bucky cried while dropping to his knees. He leant down over Steve's body. His suit was all ripped and his shield was broken in half.
Bucky turned to face Nat, "what happened?" He screamed louder then he intended to.
"H-he went straight for Thanos," Nat spoke shakily, "he put up a pretty good fight, he was basically crying the whole time. We turned away to fight off some of Thanos' servants a-and when we turned back..."
"He was laying on the floor," Bruce finished for her, "we ran straight over, checked his pulse, tried cpr. We did everything we could think off. He was gone. Tony had been too hurt he refused to leave his side. Same with Thor. Thanos killed them both too."
Bucky turned back to Steve on the floor. He hugged his body and cried.
"This cant be real," he spoke in a loud whisper, "I love you Steve."
Bucky heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Sam.
"What- I-, Bucky what happened?"
"T-Thanos happened."
Sam dropped to his knees. He started to cry. Tears fell profusely onto Steve's body form the pair. He was gone and there was nothing they could do.