Cap 2

Bucky stared into his best friends eyes. Just as sure as Steve was tearing up he was as well. He should be balling right now, crying his eyes out. He was helpless, there was no hope for him, yet there was a slight calmness in his demeanor. He held on tightly to the side of the freight train but it was no use. His hold was slipping even with his grip so right it was making his knuckles match the snow smacking against him.

"Bucky!" Steve began his voice breaking slightly, "Grab my hand!" Bucky leveraged his weight reaching out for his friends stretched out limb. There was a glimmer of hope in bucks' mind but also a deep sense of truth to his situation. The distribution of his weight on the handle meant for only a moments worth of grabbing onto, if any, Would definitely have jostled something, whether that be its all out strength or the ways it was placed on the side of the door. Even as he felt the handle begin to slide a part of his brain still refused to accept the truth. He stretched his arm until it couldn't stretch anymore, as one second stretched into a billion. It was futile, Barnes knew this. As the last supports of the door broke away, He let out a desperate cry same as his "rescuer". He still reached out hoping Steve would somehow, miraculously learn how to fly or something. i mean he went from a scrawny kid to a hulking man. Would flight be so insane?

Pounding wind beat against the soldiers back as he fell faster and faster. Farther and farther down. No escape. No hope. No-

His body violently collided with the side of the cliff and onto a small ledge. A searing pain cutting through his left arm. Hope!!! The ledge. A safety. But the safety got to his head. He basked in his luckiness as a delerious laugh escaped his lips. He had only laid still for a split second to long. Maybe if he moved sooner, or if it hadn't snowed that day, or if he wasn't so tired, maybe, just maybe he could have been safe. But none of this ifs in the world could have stopped him from sliding down that cliff ledge.

Bucky cried out once more with the sudden realization, clambering for anything that could stop him from sliding. He scrambled commanding him arms to grab onto. Support, his right arm responded,not his left. His eyes widened and he let out a pained scream as he resumed his previous falling, at this point Death would be a blessing. Soon enough a form of Bucky's wish was granted and he slammed into the ground the last bit of consciousness leaving him.

It was short lived though becuase soon enough he was blearily staring up into a white sky. He thought it was hell for a moment because of the stabbing pain that was occurring but sadly it was only a downpour of snow creating the pain. The blaring white littered his vision as they rushed to meet his face. He couldn't stay here. Rolling onto his stomach Bucky let out horrible groan. He had to get help. "Steeeeve..." he groaned reaching out with him arm. But once again only one arm responded. He stared at his left side and watched as a red liquid seaped from the stud that was his arm... or lack of arm. He let out a shout of pain. But it didn't quite click that he didn't have two arms anymore. He fixed his eyes back on his right arm trying to get it to propell him further. only making it a few inches he was depleted of energy. Why was he still alive. The fall should have killed him. This was impossible.

Helplessly he laid on the snowy ground waiting for anything to happen.

He began to sputter incoherently as his fate fully sunk in. "Steve... e. Hel, don't...my...why...I need...wha...my...seeee...I'll ge...buddy...steeeveeee"

He was going to die here. He would bleed out slowly then be buried in snow. Closing his eyes Bucky prayed for it to be quick. Maybe he would die from the cold. nice easy hypothermia. Or the blood loss... and with that he let himself drift off into oblivion. Then only God knows how much longer later Bucky heard voices. He pried his eyes open to see two shadowy figures coming toward him.

"Help..."he whispered. His salvation was here. Why was the world so fruitlessly giving hope to him? But still even that small hope kindled the flame for safety once more. He would go home to America and live out the rest of his days peacefully with a sweet gal. Maybe a nurse would fall in love with him in the hospital and he would charm her from his bed, They would marry the minute he recovered. Maybe her name would be clarice...or Jolene. Jolene he liked that. "Help..."

"That's him!" One of the figures yelled, the thick accent that laced his voice didn't quite register in Bucks mind. He would see Steve again. Steve would marry peggy and then he would marry the nurse Jolene. Then he and Steve would start a business, maybe soup business, and their kids would grown up together and become the best of friends. Their families would spend holidays together, and he would have a good life."help meeee..."

"Dumb amerikan." One of them laughed, the insult didn't quite reach the soldiers ears, Though, instead he was smiling like an idiot thinking about the future. Then they blathered amongst themselves words that Bucky couldn't figure out the meaning of. They hauled him up by his arm then his stub. Bucky groaned in pain not understanding why they where causing him so much Greif. He continued his cries of suffering even as they Thretened to drag him. They followed through dropping him painfully to the ground. Then it hit him. And just as they hit him, clear as day his mind put two and two together, These where not American soldiers, or his saviors. These where Germans. Deadly. Germans. Hydra...

" Noooooo" he whispered before he was back in a vivid haze. bucky chuckled lightly as his head lulled from side to side. "You freaks are so screwed when Steve comes and gets me."

"Shut up you idiot!" One of them scolded. Bucky weakly kicked with his legs trying to get loose for, the men's tight grips. Bucky continued to babble lightly.

"Shut up Amerikan!" Bucky continued regardless. With the last warning yelled and ignored, in result bucky was clotted in the head once more rendering him ONCE AGAIN unconscious.

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A bright light shone in his face. This is what awoke him with a violent jerk. Groaning Bucky

tried to get a grip on his surroundings. But to no avail.

"Whe... where am..."

Bucky tried to sit up but he seemed to be restrained. Tugging against the hard leather holding him down, he began to panic.

"Hello?" his voice cracked slightly. Clearing his throat Bucky tried again. "Hellooooo" the call came out slurred at the lightly spoken words. His body felt tired. All he wanted was sleep...

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"STEVE!!!! STEVE HELP MEEEEEE!" He panted between shreiks of pain. "SAVE ME DONT LET ME..." the pain became to much and he became A MESS of hysterical sputtering and gasping tears. Then it stopped and he was left heavily breathing. Then he opened his eyes. There where dozens of hands dancing over his body, passing tools over or washing something or situating a strap, or tool. Bucky could only manage light stuttering in response to the commotion. He tried to get a good look at one of the doctors but there faces where all covered. Then one stuck out from the rest, as he was not working on anything but staring directly at him. Bucky locked his gaze on him in response.

"Its ok James. Soon you won't even remeber this pain. It will be replaced by a glorious purpose for Zola." A thick German voice whispered into his ear. "It's bucky" he snarled.

And as they continued their work he let out another string of cries. This time he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes to obliviousness. Instead they despretly darted around the room trying to find an escape. Then he saw a silver object lying on a near table. It looked sorta... sorta like an arm. He tried to focus on that. Not the pain... not the pain, but the arm. It's silver plating smoothly laid out. The little star on the shoulder. The fingers laced together perfectly. Perfectly. But why was it here.

He let out another yelp as the pain kicked in again stronger this time. The he stared at the origin of the pain. His arm. His was be arm. Then he stared back at the arm on the table.

Oh gee whiz...

He watched as a doctor went over and tendrly picked up the prosthetic as though it were an infant.

"No..." Bucky whispered in the respite from the pain. "No more..." he slurred. There was no response though. Maybe they could not hear him. "No, don't, stop..." he watched as they set it next to the stub of his arm. "Noooo..." he whispered closing his eyes.

Then the noise again filled the empty space and Bucky's tormented screams came to meet it. Steve would save him. Steve would come get him. Steve would swoop in and it would all be ok...