So, this is probably not gonna' make much sense, but trust me, the next chapter should kind of clear it up! :D And thank you guy so much for reading and reviewing, it means so unbelievably much!
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"Bucky, please, you can get through this. You don't have to do this." Steve panted as he dodged another punch thrown by the Winter Soldier. "I'm your friend, Buck, you know me." He said as he delivered his own, yet much less harsh, blow to the Soldier's side.
He quickly recovered, however, and pulled out the knife in his belt and charged a defenseless Steve.
"We were best friends, brothers even, we grew up together." Steve rose his arm to block the knife as he kicked the Winter Soldier back.
"You saved me countless times when we were grown up and even when we were adults. We met in kindergarten, remember? Big bully Sanchez and his six minions?"
Steve almost chuckled, but then had to dodge another stab attempt. "He was picking on some little girl, and I got into a fight with him over it, causing you to save the day; just like you always did. Buck," Steve began.
Panting heavily as his vision blacked out for only a split second, but that was all it took for the knife to be driven into his side. He cried out in pain as he stumbled back, deeper into the frozen, pine forest.
"Bucky, please, you have to fight this. You...you said until the end of the line, remember?" Steve asked as his vision continued to blur for odd reasons. But he guessed it was probably because of being in an intense fight for the past hour and a half.
A hint of recognition flashed through Bucky's eyes, and Steve had almost gotten his hopes up, when suddenly a sick smirk took the recognition's place.
"Yeah? Well, I guess this is the end of the line, pal." The Soldier said bitterly, and before Steve could even react, the Winter Soldier charged at him, knife in hand, and stabbed Steve straight in the chest.
Steve fell to his knees as an unbearable pain flooded all throughout his body. He bit his lip to stop the cry of pain, but it still came out as he gasped for air.
His hand came up clumsily as he fumbled with the hilt of the knife handle.
"Bucky..." Steve choked out, before he started coughing up blood. His vision blacked out, and Steve had no hopes of it coming back this time.
He looked up, blue eyes meeting blue eyes one last time, before his eyes fluttered close and he fell to the ground; dying a slow, yet deserved death.
He became Captain America in a slow, agonizing way, he felt it was fitting for the Super-Soldier to die a slow, agonizing death. He thought this was the end, until he suddenly heard a feminine voice speak through the haze.
He blinked open his eyes, expecting that same frozen hell he had been in only a few moments before, slowly dying, only to find he was standing in some ballroom.
He looked around, confused at what was going on, when he heard that voice again.
He turned around and saw Peggy standing on the opposite side of the ballroom. "Peggy?" He asked in confusion. It sure looked like Peggy, and sounded like Peggy, but she had a cold, foreign look in her eyes; much like Bucky had right before this. He took a cautious step forward and asked again. "Peggy?"
"You're late." She said cooly, but yet she was missing her usual smirk.
"Peg, I'm so sorry-" He started saying but was suddenly interrupted by her yelling.
"You left me!" She suddenly said, startling Steve into taking a step back. She took a deep breath before speaking again.
"I waited, and I waited for Howard to find you, but he never did. You left me, and I don't think I can ever forgive that." His heart sunk as he watched the woman he once loved cross her arms and glare at him.
"But Peggy, I had to. Believe me, I didn't want to. But Schmidt-" He tried to reason with her, but she only scoffed.
"Those are merely excuses, Soldier. If you had truly loved me, you would have not left in the first place."
"Peggy," Steve's voice broke as he took a step forward. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-" He started saying, but stopped immediately when suddenly the room went dark. H
e went into a defensive stance as soon as it happened, and watched as all around him people started coming out of the shadows, young and old.
In there, was Bucky, the Howling Commandoes, Colonel Philips, Howard Stark and so many others, some he recognized and some he didn't. He had to keep walking in a circle in order to face the growing army of people that were closing in on him.
"You left us."
"You killed us."
You let me die."
"You could have saved me."
"You were too late."
"I saved you countless times, but you couldn't even return the favor just once?"
The voices all mocked him, and no matter how many times he tried to apologize, they just kept coming closer, voices raising into yells and screams he remembered from his past.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Steve shouted over and over again. He saw Bucky's confused face, and the Winter Soldier next to him, anger obvious in his pose and voice. Philips and Howard looked disgusted, while Peggy looked at him with disappointment evident on her face.
"You are worthless!" Steve spun around at the new voice, and saw how it was his mother.
"I-" He started saying but was interrupted.
"You killed me! I could have lived a full life, but I had to take care of you! You pathetic nothing!" Steve fell to his knees in agony and tried to cover his ears from all the voices.
He kept shouting 'I'm sorry' over and over, but it didn't matter, no one would listen. He choked on a sob as everyone yelled and laughed at him.
"No, no, no, stop! I'm sorry!" He shouted, but it was only drowned out by sounds of ridicule. Sights of some of the fights from the War flashed through his mind as he tried to get it to all stop.
"Please, I'm sorry, just stop!" He shouted, and suddenly everything went silent. He slowly removed his hands and looked up, slightly panting from being out of breath.
The room was still completely dark, but everyone and everything was gone. He stood up, and noticed a bright light glowing on the other side of the room.
And for some reason he felt drawn to it, he couldn't help but start moving towards it.
He tried not to, but his body just kept going towards it. He felt his hand reach out towards it, and then he suddenly became engulfed in it. He felt a bright feeling fill him, before it suddenly disappeared, taking him with it.
And that's the last thing he remembered.
There ya' be! :D Hope you enjoyed!
Question: If you guys could go back in time, where would you go, and when? Basic question, but always interesting. :) Mine would probably be (this was immensely difficult to figure out) the 1920s. Don't know why, just always been intrigued. :D
