"Bucky!"
The sniper felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he fell, ice scrapping against his chest, legs, and ithurtithurtsomuchwhydidithurtsomuchwhydidhefail-
He could almost see Steve above him, eyes wide and looking every bit like the small-little-guy-who-wouldn't-back-away-from-a-fight that he knew. Steve was probably blaming himself at the moment, or going to do something stupid (like jump after him, but he knew that it wouldn't happen since Steve had a job and Steve was going to save the world and someone as unimportant as Bucky wouldn't make him abandon his job) and Bucky could almost smile through the pain as he fell farther and farther down into the dark pit for his ultimate demise.
Time was slow when you were falling. One second he was holding on (and that's when time was moving too quickly for him to keep up, for him to hold on and for him to grab Steve's hand) and then the next he was free falling with far too much time on his hands. Too much time to dwell on what had just happened. Far too much time to feel an even greater sense of fear crawl into his stomach.
But he closed his eyes and tried to stop shaking as he fell, feeling the blood gushing from his wounds and a light headedness come over his brain, and then he hit something hard and everything went black.
"Bucky!"
I love Captain America. So much. I recently just watched it for the first time and I was immediately hooked.
I don't own Captain America. Or Bucky. Or Steve. Poor Steve. Of course I know that Bucky lives but shh.