Yooo this is like an experimental thing im just trying out, it should be fiinshed p quicky, but then again idk. Enjoy!
Steve's heart beat almost painfully in his chest as he avoided the bullets fired by the approaching German soldiers. He stole a quick glance to his left to make sure bucky was okay, and then flung himself into the fight, smashing and colliding with soldiers in every direction. His breath quickened as he fought. This was like some perverted dance. Dodge, thrust, dodge, kick, punch repeat. His brain almost shut off in the middle of it, relying in his instincts alone and not truly thinking through everything he did.
Ten minutes later, and twenty-five well-trained soldiers lay unconscious or probably dead around him. Bucky stood off to the side, panting heavily but a small smirk in place on his lips as he observed his best friend's work. He had changed so much in the last few months it was almost hard to recall the weak yet stubborn Steve he had once been. Well he was still as stubborn as an ox, but Steve was about the furthest thing from weak on the planet at this point.
Bucky eyed his best friend proudly, it was absolutely amazing to see how much he had grown in terms of both physical strength and self-confidence, but he didn't really have time to observe his friend's new self, he noted, as half a dozen soldiers made their way into the wrecked train carriage.
Steve held his shield like a snake about to pounce. Bucky smiled. The Germans would never know what hit them.
Steve sucked in a deep breath and pounced, beginning his almost robotic fight again.
Dodge, thrust, dodge, kick, punch repeat. Exactly like the last time, the group of men were on the floor in minutes. Steve paused to catch his breath and Bucky reloaded his pistols.
The train sped violently along the tracks, sending both men across the carriage as they lost their balance. Somehow Steve managed to land his (pretty nice) ass on the ground and Bucky followed soon after, crashing into Steve and knocking him to the floor.
They paused awkwardly for a moment before the realization dawned that bucky was, in fact, straddling Steve. His face blushed dark red and he got to his feet, apologising profusely. Steve laughed off the awkwardness and smiled at his oldest friend.
'Well boys I really hate to break up this little date thing of yours, but the awesome me has a job to do, for the furher and the fatherland blah, blah, blah'
Steve turned, confused at the light tone of the voice behind them. He only got a glance before a blast of white-hot energy shot past him, destroying the wall of the carriage. Bucky was thrown back by the blast, and within seconds was clinging to the hunk of metal, somehow still attached to the train, which had once been the left wall. The train was passing over a deep snowy gorge, and Steve didn't like the look of that drop, not one bit. Bucky grasped onto the side of the train for dear life as he locked his eyes onto the man who had spoken.
Steve turned his gaze back to the man, who was grinning madly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. His hair was far too long for army regulation, snowy white locks framing a pale complexion and just about covering his eyes. He shook his hair back with a husky bark that was probably a laugh, to reveal a pair of blood-red eyes that pierced Steve's very soul. He reloaded the oversized gun in his arms, chatting amicably as he did so. ' mein bruder had this specially commissioned for me yknow, it concentrates light energy and forms it into-' his speech was cut off by Steve effectively grasping his throat, and lifting the marginally smaller man -he couldn't be more than twenty years old- into the air.
A look of surprise crossed the mans face, quickly replaced a smirk as he managed to choke out 'just.. like.. Luddy' his eyes softened for a millisecond before he fired his gun, but it wasn't aimed at Steve.
Bucky barely made a sound as he fell from the train, and down, down, down into the abyss below. Steve dropped the man in surprise and shock as he watched his best friend and now, as the realization dawned on him, the only man he ever loved, slip away from him as he did nothing to stop it. When he turned back to exact his revenge upon the man who killed his oldest friend, he had disappeared. A smoking hole in the roof was the only evidence of where he'd gone, escaping Steve's clutches forever. And with that Steve crumpled in the abandoned carriage, and for only the third time in his life, began to cry.