The fall seemed eternal. Bucky could still see Steve's horrified face, and terror filled voice screaming his name.
Everything seemed to slow down and speed up, Bucky could feel and hear the wind rushing past him, his mind was filled with panic knowing what was awaiting, the unforgiving ground would come, and he would die.
There was a sudden impact with his left arm. Pain, his whole world was filled with pain. His vision was flooded with darkness. Finally the cold ground hit. The impact, the pain, it was too much, the darkness came.
Bucky came to freezing and numb, all except for the pain at his arm which felt like it was on fire, with agony. His first thought was "am I dead?" But the constant pain from arm said he was still alive. Bucky knew that it must have been bad and tried to prepare himself for the injuries he would carry. Even if Bucky had, had days to prepare for what he saw it wouldn't have been long enough. He looked at his left arm, or what was left of his arm. 'No wonder it hurts so much' Bucky thought. It was a bloody mess, the snow he was laying in was soaked crimson with his blood. 'thats a lot of blood' Bucky dimily thought 'probably gonna go in'ta shock, perhaps that's why his thought were so sluggish.
Bucky shivered, if from the cold or if he was going into shock he didn't know, maybe it was both.
When had his life gotten so crazy? He was going off to war, come back home, get married, start a family? But then he had been captured by Hydra, tortured (he still didn't like to think about that) but then his tiny friend Steve had came and had saved him, and he wasn't tiny anymore. He had let scientists experiment on him and give him some "super soldier serum." And was know as Captain America. But here he was lying in the snow, left limb gone, bleeding out, alone and dying.
There was a soft sound to his right, it was footsteps, someone was coming. Steve? It was wishful thinking he knew but he was alone and dying and he didn't want to die alone. He wanted to see Steve one last time. Even if it was just to say good-bye.
"Heir drüben!"
Bucky dimily heard the shout in German it meant something like 'over here' he wasn't sure. The footsteps came closer till Bucky blurily saw it was two German soldiers. When the two soldiers reached him they began to talk in their language, and gesturing towards Bucky. After their discussion they came to a verdict, they were taking him with them.
'No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. They would take him back to their base, he would be their prisoner. One of the soldiers started to drag him, sending pain throughout his already broken body. Buckys head lolled to the side, his vision darkening, he saw that his bloodied arm was leaving a trail of crimson in the snow. They would torture him, just like Zola had, treating him like his science project, putting him through so much pain, giving him some serum that made his veins feel like winter's ice. Steve had saved him then, but Steve thought he was dead, he wouldn't be coming. Another jolt sent out fresh waves of pain, the darkness intensified and unconsciousness beckenend him to follow. With one last blurry look at the cold world around him, Bucky thought, no-one was coming, he was stuck here in this enternal winter.
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. well that was sad. Hope you like it.