AN: So, this is the first multichapter fanfic that I have ever written. I started it in May and now I'm finally getting around to posting it. It is completely finished, but I just have to edit and review all the chapters so it might take a few days before its all completely posted.

I really love time travel fics and I wanted to try my hand at it, so enjoy and leave a review if you so please

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter One

'This is it.' Bucky thought as he clung desperately to the handle bar, 'This is the end of James Buchanan Barnes.' Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Steve making his way out onto the railing, but Bucky knew he wouldn't make it in time. In a last desperate attempt, Bucky reached out, almost getting a hold of Steve but not quite, and then he fell.

The wind screamed in his ears, and Bucky was pretty sure he was screaming too. Steve got further and further away and all Bucky could think was 'I'm glad it's me, not you.' Steve could move on. Steve was strong. Bucky could have never survived losing Steve. So James Barnes fell, completely at peace, and when his body impacted with the icy cold ground, Bucky didn't even feel it.


After what felt like an eternity, Bucky's foggy mind started to come out of the dull blackness he thought was death. The first thing that came back to him was his sense of pain. Absolutely every part of his body either ached or was on fire. His entire left side, from his shoulder to his hip, hurt the worst. Bucky vaguely thought that he had hit the ground on his left side. The next thing that returned was his sense of hearing. An annoying beeping came from somewhere off to his right and voices to his left.

"…all the injuries coincide with…fall…"

"But…even possible…here?"

"…Waking up."

"Bucky?"

That last voice sounded achingly familiar, but before he could begin to question it, gentle hands held him down, a needle was inserted into his right (good) arm, and he returned to the blackness.


When he woke again Bucky noticed that he was in a blindingly white room. He was attached to several machines. The first thing he thought of was HYDRA. His heart pounded in his ears. 'No! Not again!' The machines started to make high pitched beeps and wails. Bucky stopped and looked around again. This was nothing like a HYDRA base. This was way more advanced.

Bucky started to panic again when what seemed like an army of doctors and scientists burst through the door. Everyone was talking at once, and Bucky was pushed back down against his bed. It was then that he realized he was never strapped down. Instead of restraints, he had a blanket and a pillow. Was he in a hospital?

Bucky started to relax and most of the doctors and nurses left. Soon he was alone with a greying man who had glasses and a white lab coat. He fiddled with the machines for a moment before speaking, "Sergeant Barnes? I am Dr. Banner. Let me just start by telling you that you are completely safe. You had an accident and now you are in New York."

Bucky looked lost for a second. "Accident? Wha- WAIT! The train! I fell! I fell off a- wait! Where's Steve? Is he okay?" Bucky looked on the verge of another panic attack. What if he got sent home and left Steve to fight a war all by himself? Bucky was really failing at being an older brother if that was the case.

"Relax Barnes. Steve's fine. He refused to leave your side for two and a half days. When I found out that he hadn't eaten or slept since you got here, I made him go to his room to rest."

Bucky calmed slightly at that. According to this doctor, both he and Steve were safe, and in New York. But why were they in New York when the train had been in Germany? It made no sense.

"How did we get here?"

"I'm afraid that's a question easier asked than answered. You still need rest. Get some sleep, I'll converse with my team and Steve will be here when you wake up." Bucky nodded and Dr. Banner left. Bucky lay back against the too soft hospital bed, deciding to trust the doctor for now. He slept the best he had since receiving his draft letter.