Steve grabbed his shield, slinging it over his shoulder and attaching it on his back. He followed Bucky into a hidden, Siberian bunker, one which was different than the one they had found the elite squad in. This one seemed more...empty.

They entered the bunker. Stone slabs covered the ground and the walls were bare. It was simply like a plain room, except for the 3 large computers in one corner.

One thing seemed to be the same, though. There was still a...chair here. One that Bucky was always terrified of because it always gave him flashbacks of all the wipes he had received in it.

Doors were spread out across the walls, each leading to different rooms. Each one was colored differently, for example one was a dark black color, another being white.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bucky shiver, his grip on the gun tightening dramatically as he studied the room. He was unable to remember whether or not he had been here before, but the chair was the main thing that disturbed him. It was nearly, if not completely, identical to the other one that both of them had seen. The metal plates that came down to latch on to the side of the victim's face, sending waves of electricity through their brain and wiping them of any memories they had.

Steve understood why these bothered his friend so much.

"It doesn't look like anyone's been here for years," Steve noticed. There were some abandoned papers laying on some desks that littered the large room, along with some weapons, which only included a variety of small hand-guns and knives.

"From what I've heard.." Bucky started. "They abandoned this place after hydra fell. Hella creepy if you ask me.."

Steve nodded. "I agree with you there, pal."

They walked around, studying even the most insignificant details that could possibly help them figure out could have possibly been going on here. Or if there were any other Winter Soldiers frozen here. Perhaps behind one of the doors.

Steve walked slowly over toward the dark-colored door. He eyed it suspiciously, and noticed Bucky walking up behind him.

"Careful, Steve.." He warned.

Steve glanced at his friend with a smirk. "I am being careful, Bucky."

His friend rolled his eyes. "I really don't like that look of yours."

Steve ignored him and was about a split second away from opening the door when the whole bunker seemed to shake violently. There was a low-rumbling sound, that instantly diverted both friends' attention away from the doors and to the ceiling above them.

Bucky turned to Steve, wide-eyed. "RUN!"

Most of the ceiling came down. Steve lunged forward and was met with instant darkness.

20 minutes later.

Steve groaned silently. He doesn't know how long its been, but when he opened his eyes, the dust had settled, leaving only a trail of debris from the ceiling. The whole thing hadn't come down, but the large pieces covered more than half of the room that him and Bucky had been occupying at the time.

Bucky

He got to his feet and realized he had made it out of the debris zone; but looking around, he didn't see Bucky anywhere, which could only mean-

Oh god.

"Bucky!" He yelled.

He trudged through the debris, using his super-soldier strength to lift up some of the larger pieces of ceiling. He placed his hand over his mouth and coughed from the dust.

"Bucky!"

There was another low rumbling, and for a moment Steve was terrified that the rest of the ceiling would give out again, but it soon ceased and the rest of the ceiling remained stable.

A pitifully weak groan from his left caught him off-guard. He spun toward it and quickly broke off into a run.

Once he reached it, his eyes widened. Bucky was trapped on his back, with a large piece of debris, which was trapping his legs and arms and was currently suffocating him, on top of him.

Bucky slowly turned his head toward him. His eyes darted around Steve's face as he knelt down next to him.

"Steve.." He muttered pitifully weakly. The pressure on his chest made it difficult to talk.

"Don't worry, I'll get this off of ya.." Steve assured as he got a grip on the piece of debris. He grunted, his muscles straining as the debris finally lifted off of the ground, allowing Bucky to weakly crawl out of the way before Steve gasped and dropped it.

"Bucky.." He knelt down next to his friend, who was struggling to pull in even breaths.

His friend's eyes moved up to his face. "Yea..?" He breathed.

"Can you stand?"

Bucky grunted as he got to his knees. Once he was close to getting to his feet completely, they gave out and he fell into Steve, who caught him pretty easily.

"Apparently not.." Bucky muttered, unable to hold back a grimace.

Steve shrugged. "It's fine. I could always carry you."

Bucky glared at him. "No. I'd rather you drag me than sling me over your shoulder like a rag-doll. I don't need to be reminded that you can carry me now, when I clearly used to be way bigger than you."

Steve laughed. "Yea. I'd probably have never grown," He helped his friend to his feet and started toward the exit. "Probably wouldn't have lived long either."

His friend frowned at that, then there was silence for a while.

"Are you hurt?" Bucky asked weakly.

Steve shook his head. "I got out of the debris zone. I thought you were behind me."

"Sorry," Bucky muttered non-apologetically and smiled.

Steve huffed out a laugh as they reached the outside of the collapsed bunker. "Fake apology not accepted."

Bucky frowned even though Steve could easily see passed it. "Whatev-" He grunted, face scrunching up in sudden agony as his legs fell and he slammed into the ground.

"Bucky!" Steve instantly lowered himself next to him, but Bucky waved him off with short gasps. "I'm okay- I'm fine..just-" He grabbed Steve's arm to pull himself up. "sore.."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Sure."

Bucky glared at him, but then smiled weakly and lowered his head. "I just had a huge piece of ceiling fall on me. I'm fine."

2nd oneshot. 2 in one. :)

Bucky and Steve entered the building cautiously. It was once again, another HYDRA facility.

"How many of these do they still have?" Steve groaned.

Bucky shrugged and gave an amused glance toward his friend. "Dunno. Seems like they're making another one each time we find one."

Steve knew that was a joke, likely because HYDRA was split up now. Of course, no one knew what happened to the agents or if some are still clinging on to the group.

Steve spotted a separate room with a metal chair and a few desks and chairs. He headed toward it cautiously, Bucky following a few feet behind. But as soon as he stepped into the room, the door slammed shut and Steve was thrown into sudden darkness.

"Steve!" Bucky yelled, but soon turned; distracted by a wave of dark-clothed agents of some sort charging in with heavy weaponry.

Steve could hear the commotion from where he was busy trying to get the damned door open in the pitch-black room.

Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, figuring he'd never get the door open at this rate, he slammed his fists repeatedly into it, but it sent a wave of pain up his arm and into the side of his neck, causing him to wince and back off.

Outside, he heard a barrage of bullets being fired. It was faint, as the door seemed to absorb quite a bit of sound, but it was definitely audible.

He grunted and rammed his shoulder into the door. It still didn't budge.

When everything outside suddenly went quiet, he began to worry. Extremely. He couldn't hear a sound, not even footsteps or voices and guns.

The door slid open right when he charged at it again. It sent him flying onto the floor in the room he was previously in before getting locked inside the other one. He blinked and got to his feet, being met with a horrifying sight.

Bucky was on the ground, metal arm draped over his abdomen and staring into space.

"Bucky!" Steve shouted. That gained his friend's attention, because soon his friend was trying to drag himself toward him, flesh hand reaching out as blood trailed from the probable wound in his stomach.

"S-Steve.." Bucky gasped.

Steve lowered himself next to him. Bucky's flesh hand instantly wrapped around his own, trying and failing to pull himself up. Steve helped him; and when Bucky was in a sitting position, he let himself fall against Steve, trying to take steadying breaths.

"Let me see," Steve said, placing his hand on Bucky's metal arm and gently tugging.

Bucky winced, his hand never moving from his wound. "N-No.."

Steve's brows furrowed. "Why?"

"It'll-" He swallowed. "'ont wanna 'urt you.."

"Buck, you aren't gonna hurt me-"

Bucky was suddenly sent into a flashback, soon after his fall from the train.

Darkness...cold...pain.

That's all he felt.

He struggled to open his eyes, the first thing he saw being the gentle snow flurries falling around him. The next thing he took in was the snow covering the ground. He struggled to grasp what exactly happened.

The train.

His fall.

Steve.

The very last thing he noticed was that 2 people, as much as he could see, were carrying him. And he noticed the bloodied stump he had left of his arm.

"Steve.." He groaned. His voice was barely more than a whisper.

The men carrying him looked confused. "Who is Steve?"

"'m friend..where's-" He swallowed, his lungs burning painfully. "where's Steve.."

The two men looked at each other, but then Bucky's world went black.

The next thing he knew, he was being shoved into a chair and a newspaper was being shoved in his face.

Captain Rogers presumed dead after plane crash in the arctic. No wreckage found.

"Steve.." He gasped. "No- No this isn't true- It isn't-"

One of the men came up in his face. "It is. No one is coming to save you. Your friend is dead," He snarled.

Tears rolled from his face as he stared at the ground. "N-No..He can't die..He's not-"

His head was forced up. "He isn't immortal, you idiot."

Bucky's head was dropped, and he felt the emotions whirling around inside him like a storm. "Steve.." his voice was a whispered sob this time. "No...Steve!"

The metal restraints clamped around his legs and metal arm.

"Steve…" He whispered, staring at the ceiling as the metal plates came into contact with the side of his face. "Please...Steve-don't be dead..god, please-"

He screamed.

"Bucky? Are you okay?" He looked up, Steve was standing over him, his hand putting pressure on his wound. Bucky glanced at his metal arm, which was now at his side. Then up at Steve.

He nodded. "'m fine..You okay?"

Steve gave a weak laugh. "I'm fine. You'll be fine, too. Come on," He lifted Bucky to his feet and helped him out of the facility.