Okay, so apparently quite a few people cried at the ending of the first part of this series….well, I hate to break it to you, but this section is really going to hurt. I mean I cried whilst planning out the chapter of this one, so God knows what it's going to do my lovely readers :S

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Oliver loved snow.

He could spend all day making snowmen after snowmen after snowmen…and then knocking them down playing war. Usually, his parents would be playing with him or at least supervising him in order to make sure he didn't get too cold…however, today his parents were on a special mission so he was being carefully watched by Agent Carter.

"Peggy! Peggy! Look, Look!" yelled Oliver as he ran towards one of his snowmen, brandishing a stick and waving it about like a sword. With a large grin and a yell, he dived into the snowmen, turning it into a mass of snow.

"Oliver! Oliver!"

He leapt up out of the snow and shook himself in order to get the majority of the snow off of his coat. He grinned at Peggy, who was looking very concerned, and waved. "Didja see that Peggy?! Didja see!?"

Peggy sighed in relief and nodded, "Yes, yes Oliver. I saw…now can we please go and get warm now? We've been out here for hours!"

Oliver frowned and shook his head, "We can't Peggy! They're not back yet!"

Peggy raised an eyebrow and strode through the snow in order to lift Oliver up into her arms, "They may not be back for hours yet. If you stay out here much longer, you're going to catch a cold…or worse! Now, come on and we'll go pester Howard for a nice hot drink to warm us up, okay?"

Oliver looked as though he was going to protest before nodding and attempting to blow his fringe out of his face. "Okay Peggy….but if they're not back tonight, can we go out again tomorrow?"

Peggy nodded in agreement, "Sounds fair now-"She paused as she caught movement from the entrance of the camp out of the corner of her eye.

Noticing this, Oliver twisted his head to the entrance only to grin and struggle in Peggy's arms. "It's Daddy! And Dugan, and Falsy!"

Struggling to keep a hold of Oliver, Peggy quickly placed him on the ground and followed as he shot off towards the small group. As she got closer, she noticed that something was wrong. Steve was being supported in between Dugan and Falsworth, an arm wrapped around each of their shoulders as the rest of the commandos followed on behind him.

Peggy immediately became concerned when she didn't see any wounds on Steve or Bucky hovering by him anxiously. "Oliver! Oliver, wait!" she cried out, but it was too late. Oliver had already bounded up to his Dad.

"Dad! Dad!" Before Oliver could get any closer however, he was stopped by Dugan as Falsworth helped Steve over to a separate tent. Oliver tried to follow, but Dugan picked him up and placed him on his knee.

Dugan sighed as Oliver scowled at him in confusion, "Kid…your Dad needs a little alone time at the moment…"They watched as a small bespectacled man was dragged away.

Oliver pointed at the man and grinned, "You won! You caught the bad man! Just like Momma said you would…" he glanced around, "…where is Momma?"

Dugan shook his head tiredly, "That's what I've been trying to say…your Momma isn't going to be coming back."

Oliver frowned, "That's not true…Momma said he would see me later and Momma never lies!"

"I know kid…but something really bad happened. Your Momma saved your Dad kid, but he wasn't able to save himself. He's gone kiddo…I'm so sorry."

Dugan winced as he saw Oliver's eye fill with tears. "You're lying!" cried Oli "Daddy would have saved him, like he does in the comics!"

"H-he tried kiddo but-"

"NO! YOU'RE LYING!" Oliver screamed, pushing Dugan away so that he could get off of his knees. Due to Oliver's increased strength, Dugan grunted in pain and released him, meaning that Oliver was able to rush off towards the rest of the commandos, looking at every face in an attempt to find his Momma.

"Oliver. Oliver come on kid." Gabe Jones tried to pick Oliver up, but found his hands pushed away as Oliver continued to look around for Bucky. "Oliver, come on. Your Dad's in your tent…I think you should be together right now."

Oliver nodded before rushing off to the tent, ignoring Gabe's frantic shouts from behind him. It couldn't be true…his Momma couldn't be dead. Tears still in his eyes, Oliver burst into the tent to find Steve sitting on his bed, face buried in his hands as his shoulders shook.

"Daddy?"

Steve raised his head, causing Oliver to take a step back at the sight of tears streaming down his Dad's face. "Daddy…where's Momma!?"

Steve shook his head wearily, "Oh Oli…Oli, I'm sorry…but Bucky's gone."

"Dugan…Dugan said that Momma saved you…but that you couldn't save him!"

"…He's right. I wasn't quick enough…and Bucky payed the price." Steve noticed that Oliver was taking a few steps back and reached out for him. "Oli…God, Oli I'm sorry!"

Oliver dodged his Dad's hands and dived towards his cot, "No! No! No! You're lying!"

"God Oli…" Steve quickly pulled his son into a hug, "…I wish to God that I was but…Bucky's gone!"

Oliver buried his head into his Dad's shoulders, sobbing as Steve brought him over to his and Bucky's shared cot, carefully pulling a blanket over the pair as Oliver cried himself to sleep.

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He awoke a few hours later to find the cot deserted, with no sign of his Dad anywhere. The memories soon came flooding back to him and tears once again began to stream down his cheeks. As he left the tent, he noticed Peggy leaving the camp, heading towards the small, ruined town that they had camped by.

As it was night-time, Oliver found it very easy to follow Peggy into the town. She entered a broken-down old bar where, from the doorway, Oliver could see his Dad sitting at a table where Peggy joined him. Remaining hidden in the doorway, Oliver listened in on the conversation.

"Doctor Erskine said that the serum wouldn't just affect my muscles…" he heard his Dad begin, "…but my cells as well. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing, which means…I can't get drunk. Did you know that?"

Oliver saw Peggy sit down, "Your metabolism burns four times faster than that of the average human being….he thought it might be one of the side effects. And from the way your son goes through food that applies to him as well. Speaking of Oliver, why aren't you with him right now?"

There was silence, before Peggy continued. "It wasn't your fault you know…"

"Did you read the reports?"

"Yes."

"Then you know that's not true. Everyone knows it, even Oli knows it…he may never forgive me for it."

"You did everything you could…even if Oli doesn't know it now, he will in the future. Now did you believe in Barnes as well as love him? Did you respect him?"

Oliver didn't need to hear his Dad's reply. He knew his Dad loved and respected his Momma...no matter what. Peggy continued despite Steve's silence. "Then stop blaming yourself and allow Barnes the dignity of his choice…he damn well must have thought you were worth it!"

"But what about Oli? I don't know how to raise a kid on my own, Bucky was always so much better at it than me! I don't think I can do this!"

"Steve, you are an amazing Dad and Barnes knew it…he trusted you to do the right thing when it came to Oliver. And you're not alone…the rest of the Howling Commandos would only be too glad to help you."

There was silence for a few minutes before his Dad finally said something else, "I'm goin' after Schmidt. I'm not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured…"

"You won't be alone…"

Oliver couldn't take it anymore. Running around the corner, stumbling over the bits and pieces of broken wood and glass, he managed to clamber onto his Dad's lap and throw his arms around his Dad's neck in a desperate attempt to comfort him.

"Yeah! I'll come with you Daddy! We'll win against Hydra together!"

Oliver felt his Dad shake his head, "Oh Oli…no you can't. This is something that I need to do alone…besides, I can't lose you too!"

His Dad's shoulders began to shake again, but before Oliver could say anything, he felt himself being lifted away from Steve and into Peggy's arms. "Come along Oliver…" she whispered as he reached out for his Dad, "….I think your Dad needs to be alone right now. Besides, I think it's past your bedtime!"

Oliver sighed and nodded as Peggy carried him out of the ruined bar. Over Peggy's shoulder, Oliver could see his Dad pour another drink, his shoulders still shaking as the sound of muffled sobs could be heard as they echoed throughout the bar.