Hi, everybody! Okay. Stuff I forgot to say in the first chapter: There will be parodied scenes from the Captain America films along with quotes-though those quotes are altered to take out the curses just because I, personally, do not enjoy cursing, so I hope that doesn't bother anybody. No copyright infringement is intended with this. All characters and scenes belong to the MCU.

Now that we've got that out of the way, Chapter Two picks up exactly where Chapter 1 left off: the battle of DC. SHIELD is falling, and Bucky is ordered to kill Steve Rogers...Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Chapter Two

A hissing sounds, and I look towards it, finding a silver projectile racing towards me. I duck underneath it and charge towards the man that fired. The projectile explodes behind me, and the man moves to fire again, but I grab his gun with my silver arm. He drops it with a look of fear. He turns to run, but I lift one of the handguns from my belt and shoot him in the back.

People pour out of a garage ahead of me. "We're the only air support Captain Rogers has," one of them announces.

The men and women march towards a group of fighter jets. I pick up the grenade launcher from the fallen soldier in front of me and fire towards one of their jets. I can't take out that captain if he has air support. The jet explodes in a large burst of fire and energy. The men and women scatter and turn to face me as I march forward, firing another grenade. It explodes on the tarmac, sending up a spray of smoke and stone. The people run from the sites of the explosions, drawing weapons.

I pick up a dropped AR as one of their soldiers rushes towards me, pulling the pin out of a grenade. I fire off multiple shots that kill him before he could throw it. I snatch up the grenade as it slips from his hand and throw it up the ramp of a jet that's about to take off. I turn back and run away from the fiery explosion that renders the jet useless.

A man in an orange jumpsuit lifts and AR and fires a spray of bullets towards me. I instinctively block with my left arm, and the bullets clang off of the metal as I close in on him. I punch him hard in the jaw, and he stumbles away. Another man runs up to me, lifting a gun but I kick him in the chest even harder than I punched the other man. The man flies backwards and into the spinning engine of a jet that was steadily rising off of the tarmac.

There is one last jet, and I need need a lift to get to the Captain. I run towards it as the pilot settles into the cockpit. I jump on top of it and pull one of the handguns from my belt. I take aim through the glass of the cockpit and fire. The bullet pierces his skull with a splash of blood.

I jump down to the wing of the jet and rip the door off of the copilot's side. I scan the tarmac for any remaining targets before ducking into the cockpit. The jet automatically finishes the startup sequence that the pilot had initiated, and I guide the aircraft off of the tarmac and into the air as panicked beeps come from the speakers, telling me that the door was open.

A black and orange explosion comes from one of the helicarriers in the air, and a man in a dark blue suit with a red and silver, red and blue shield jumps off of the edge of it. He is caught by a man with mechanical wings and brought back up. The Captain and Sam Wilson.

I land the jet onto one of the helicarriers and rush out the door. I cross the tarmac of the carrier as one of them says, "You know, you're a lot heavier than you look."

"I had a big breakfast," the Captain responds.

I run forward and kick the Captain in the side as he passes me by. The force of it sent him spinning towards the edge of the carrier.

"Steve!" Wilson shouts, spreading his wings as he runs after the Captain.

I grab one of his wings with my metal arm and throw him behind me. Wilson shouts as he spins in the air, but he manages to right himself. Wilson brings out two guns and fires on me. I flip quickly backwards to avoid the spray of bullets and take shelter behind a metal crate.

The bangs of his guns end, and Wilson glides into my view. I find the grappling hook on the belt of the uniform I wear, and I raise it towards him. I fire the hook, and it latches onto one of Wilson's wings, pulling him back towards me. I rip the cord downwards, and Wilson crashes onto the ground. I wind the cord up my metal arm and yank it towards me. One of his wings gets torn off, and I let the cord go, running towards him.

Wilson stands, but I kick him in the chest. He stumbles off of the edge of the carrier and falls towards the ground. His remaining wing suddenly detaches from his suit, and a parachute is released, slowing him down enough to land safely on the roof of a building.

I glance down and find the Captain clinging to the metal side of the helicarrier. He climbs up and puts a hand to his ear, probably communicating with Wilson. He moves towards the door that seems to lead into the carrier.

I start towards the door I spotted earlier and follow him inside, pulling one of the handguns as I move. I cross the multiple catwalks and stand on the one that the Captain seems to be heading towards. I watch him as he climbs up and starts to jog towards me, but when he looks up, he slows to a stop.

He stares at me, breathing heavily. "People are gonna die, Buck," he pants. Isn't a buck a male deer? Why is he calling me that? "I can't let that happen," he muttered. Countless people already have died, and they didn't matter. My orders are to kill this Captain, and I have to follow through. "Please don't make me do this," he begged.

We stare at each other for another moment before he throws his shield towards me with a grunt of effort. I block with my arm, and the shield bounces off of the metal.

The Captain catches his shield and rushes towards me. I fire off two shots, but he easily blocks. He swings his shield towards me, but I lean back and fire again. The Captain blocks again, and I duck as he swings his shield towards me. I shoot at him with both guns, and one of the bullets catches him in the side. He groans and backs away a step. I get back to my feet and rush towards him, but he puts his shield in front of me and thrusts it forward, throwing me back several feet.

The guns slip from my grasp as I land on the metal floor, but I grasp the knife in the belt of the tough uniform, unsheathe it and run back towards the Captain, swinging the blade. He uses his shield as both defense and offense as he blocked and punched. I block with my arm, but he uses that to his advantage and kicks me in the side, throwing me away again.

The Captain inputs several commands into a keypad, and the mechanism in front of him opens up, revealing hundreds computerized key cards. I rush towards him and throw a punch, but he blocks and pushes back just as effectively. He kicks me in the shin with enough force to push me to the floor, and he brings his shield down towards my neck. I catch it and try to shove it out of my way for a clear line of sight to his heart, but it seems that our strength is evenly matched. I use my metal arm and the knife to thrust him away, pushing on his shield.

We both right ourselves, but the Captain was faster. He kicked me squarely in the chest, and I stumble backwards. He runs back up to the key cards and takes one out. I go swiftly back up to him and throw a wild punch with my metal arm, but he quickly blocks with his shield. The two metals clang loudly against each other, and the Captain puts his entire force into pushing me back.

We break apart, and he swings his shield at me again and again, but I manage to dodge every time. I use my arm and hit the shield away. I grab the Captain by the front of his uniform and push him towards the edge of the platform we were on. He suddenly pushes back enough to make me stumble, and he delivers a sharp punch to my jaw.

With the blossoming bruises and fresh cuts on his skin, the Captain looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't remember where I've seen him before. This is the first time we met, but the more hits I landed on him, the more the feeling that I knew him nagged at me.

With a cry of frustration, I rush towards him, throwing us both over the guardrail of the platform. We both land on the second level of the platform, and one of the key cards from the helicarrier slides underneath me. I get up and charge towards him. We both grab each other by the shoulders and throw hit after hit and kick after kick, but neither of us let go. I shove down the nagging feeling and roughly push him away, smacking him with my metal arm.

He is my mission, and nothing more. I don't know him.

Rogers lands on the edge of the platform, and I slide the rest of the way down towards him. He gets up the moment I get to him and punches me sharply. I return it, knocking the key card out of his hand. He suddenly kicked me in the stomach hard enough to make me lose my footing and slide off the edge of the platform.

I crash onto floor of the glass dome and don't stop to catch my breath. I spot Rogers running for the key card and that I had landed next to both his shield and one of the guns. I pick up the shield and throw it towards him like almost like a Frisbee. The shield hits him between the shoulders, and he stumbles but doesn't fall. He turns and picks up the shield the same moment I pick up the gun. I fire the few remaining shots in the clip, but he easily blocks. I throw the gun away and charge towards him. He throws the shield towards me again, but I smack it away with my metal arm.

I catch up to him and bring the knife that is still in my grasp down towards his neck. Rogers catches hold of my wrist and prevents me from stabbing him, but I use my metal arm to triple my force and pierce his shoulder. He cries out in pain before hitting me in the head with his helmet. I manage to hold firm and use his unsteady footing to push him into a support beam a few feet behind him.

He needs that key card for something. I don't know what, but he needs it to do whatever he's planning. I scramble for the card as he rips the knife from his flesh. I manage to get the card into my grasp, but Rogers grabs my wrist. He picks me up by the neck, and I can barely get out a gasp for breath before he throws me onto the glass floor on my back.

He holds my arm firm at the elbow and shoulder, forcing my face away from him. I grip the key card hard, but Rogers keeps bending my arm in a direction it's definitely not supposed to go. "Drop it!" he orders.

I try to swing at him with my metal arm, but that only makes the pain in my shoulder worse.

"Drop it!" he shouts again.

When I refuse, he twists my shoulder, and a terrible crack resonates inside of me with unbearable pain coming from my shoulder. I cry out, but keep hold of the card.

With a grunt of effort Rogers flips onto his back and wraps both of his arms around my throat, cutting off my air. I gasp for breath and try to pry his arms away from my neck, but he resists me, forcing my metal arm to the floor and trapping it under his leg. The pressure on my throat grows less and less bearable until black spots appear in my vision, becoming thicker and thicker until they consume me entirely.


"107th. I ship out for England first thing tomorrow."

"Just go! Get out of here!"

"No! Not without you!"

"Bucky?"

"Who the heck is Bucky?"


My eyes snap open, and I gasp for air. Footsteps sound, and I look around to find Stephen charging back up the ramp with the key card in hand. My eyes land on one of the guns. We must have kicked it off the platform during our fight. I push myself towards it, grip it with my metal arm and raise is towards Stephen as he flips onto the ramp we fell off of earlier. It had only three shots left. I fire off one of them, and it catches him in the back of the leg.

He falls to the ground and looks back at me briefly before shaking his head and running back up. He climbs up the suspended center of the aircraft carrier, and I fire again. The shot hits his arm, making him slip slightly, but he manages to keep hold of the rail. He pulls himself up and runs towards the array of computer key cards. He lifts the card, and I adjust my aim, firing off the last shot that catches him in the side. He cries out and slides to the floor.

I got him. Finally. With that wound, he would bleed out before any help could get to him.

He strains as he forces himself up, shoving the key card in place. He mutters something I can't make out, but he seems satisfied.

I can't only half succeed. I can't half complete a mission. I have to stop him from doing whatever it is he's doing.

I take a step towards him, but deafening explosions freeze my steps. I glance out the glass floor and see that the other two aircraft carriers are flaming and firing on each other. The limited structures inside of this carrier collapse with its own explosions. Embers and flames eat through the metal, and a solid steel support beam is lets loose from the side of the glass and falls directly towards me. I step back to dodge, but I don't move quickly enough, and it lands on top of me, crushing my chest as it forces me to the ground.

I strain to worm my way out from underneath it, but it doesn't budge. It's too heavy for even my metal arm to lift from this angle.

I am failing this mission. This carrier is going down, and there will be no extraction team. They said it themselves: after they got me in, I'm on my own. No one even knows I'm on this carrier, and it's losing altitude fast. I'm going to die here.

Part of the metal and glass wall is torn free and thrown towards the water that was coming towards us faster and faster. A soft impact sounds, and I glance towards it to find Stephen limping towards me with his shield in hand. He's here to kill me.

I struggle underneath the weight of the support beam again, the gears in my arm audibly whirring as I put all of my force into lifting the beam, but it doesn't budge. Stephen comes closer and closer, but I can't move.

With a lurch from the helicarrier, he falls against the beam but stands himself up again. He takes another step towards me, but a new explosion rocks the carrier again, throwing him to the glass floor. He gets back up again and wraps his hands around the beam, groaning as he lifts it.

The weight comes off of my chest, and air flows back into my aching lungs. I worm out from underneath the steel beam, and force myself to at least get to my knees as the beam falls back down with a thud that blends in with the destruction around us. I can't be this vulnerable with him so close.

I don't know why he lifted the beam off of me. Maybe he wants an even fight? But something in the back of my mind tells me that the last thing he wants to do is fight me.

"You know me," Stephen pants.

Why does he keep saying that? It makes my head hurt every time.

"No, I don't!" I shout, throwing a punch at his shield.

He stumbles away and stands up. "Bucky," he pleads, and I something flashes in my mind. An image of a darkened laboratory with sirens screaming in the background and Stephen Rogers leaning over me. "You've known me your whole life." Another image came of me carrying Steve home on my back during a day so hot that it could kill him.

I scream again and throw another wild punch towards him, but he easily dodges. What were these pictures in my mind? I've never seen this Captain America before, but the sight of him makes my head hurt now, like there was something inside of me straining to get to the surface.

The aircraft carrier rocks again, and I fall against the beam. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes," Steve says.

"Shut up!" I roar, throwing another punch as the name echoes through me.

Why do I know that name?

My head pulses with each of my pounding heartbeats. I can't know him. They'll hurt me if I do. I don't know why I know that, but I do. I will get hurt if I know him.

As Steve and I both stand, he rips his mask off, revealing his vaguely familiar face that was littered with cuts and blossoming bruises. "I'm not gonna fight you," he breaths, letting the shield drop down towards the water through a hole in the glass. "You're my friend."

Another image of Steve appears in my mind. We were at some sort of theme park, and he was pale and sweaty after throwing up.

I roar and charge forward, tackling Stephen to the ground as I force the image away. "And you're my mission," I growl, raising my metal fist. I bring my fist down again and again, bloodying his face all the more. "You're my mission!" I shout, more and more images flooding my mind with each word.

His broken nose and purpled, blood-covered face make him look so familiar that I could swear up and down that I know him.

But I don't know him. I can't.

"Then finish it," he mutters as I raise my fist again. "Because I'm with you till the end of the line."

The end of the line?

Another, fainter image of us standing in the doorway of a rundown slum appears in my mind. I hand him a key saying, "The thing is, you don't have to. Because I'm with you till the end of the line, pal."

I do know him. I have known him for the longest time.

Steve?

Hope that didn't make you cry...writing it made me cry. I'll go ahead and tell you that writing most of this fanfiction made me cry. Anyways. Despite the tears, I hope you liked it and will come back for the next chapter!