Isn't it ironic? That in this moment our places are switched and I'm the one falling; Seventy years flew by as we were trapped in ice and the past has come to shake my heart. My hand is slowly slipping and a horrifying rush of nostalgia hits me. Memories from the train flash before my eyes. My arm reaching out, barely grazing you before you lost the battle against the fatigue and in the end, we lost the war.
You were the one thing I always had, you stood by me before I was Captain America and even when the serum did change me you still stood loyal. Bucky, know that you were my best friend, the one who tried to get me on double dates, you were the one who took me dancing, and the one who went to war without me. Even now as our positions are switched and this time you're letting me plummet, I still see you in that light. You are my best friend, my brother in arms, and without you I wouldn't be here, minutes away from cascading hundreds of feet into a frigid body of water. The only regret I have is not being able to save you when you needed me most.
I was made to be a superhero, a superhuman who could do more than a normal person could ever dream of. But even with the upgrade I couldn't do what I wanted most.
Save you
Bucky, when my decent stops and icy water swallows me whole, know that I love you and that I forgive you- for all the bad things you've done while your memory was erased. Know that as I fall and my eyes lay upon the airship where you sit, that I still feel guilt from failing you.
Your choices can only be made by you, but I'm being selfish and hoping that maybe, just maybe. You could do something I never could, something I regretted for the longest time. Who knows maybe I'm still a stranger to you and my death is meaningless. But for me, having the thought placed in my mind that you were dead was one of the hardest things for me to have to deal with.
So I hope at this moment as the air escapes my lungs in one foul swoop, that you remember me. No longer would I be the man whom you were meant to kill. Instead I was Steve Rogers, the kid you grew up with and looked after even when it wasn't necessary.
In this cruel unforgiving world I have hope that something great will come and make things at least a little bit brighter.
Why do I have hope you ask?
Because that's the only thing I have left.
Everything I hold dear has been stripped from me and you are the only thing I have left. I lost the team, I lost the captain, I lost Peggy and for a time I lost you as well. Could I be selfish and ask for something back? I want you back Bucky, I want my brother and more importantly- I want my friend.