A/N: Saw Infinity Wars and it broke my heart. Felt inspired to write some short drabbles for some of the remaining Avengers.
Bucky was gone. Steve knew there was more he should be concerned with, like the chaos caused by half the population disappearing. But only the one thought rattled in his brain as he sat on the jungle floor, pawing uselessly at Bucky's ashes, Natasha hovering at his shoulder.
Bucky was gone. Almost as soon as Steve had reunited with him again. The last thing he'd said had been Steve's name. Steve lifted his trembling hand from Bucky's ashes to press it uselessly against his chest, like an old woman, smearing the silver star on his uniform with chalky brown-black.
It had been a fitting end for a solider. Going out fighting the enemy. He'd lost Bucky to war before. Both times, he had not had the time to say goodbye. There was something oddly poetic about it.
It took Natasha grabbing Steve by the shoulder and shaking him, demanding he get up, saying that they needed to move now, for him to realize Sam was dead too.