Steve took a calming breath as he stepped into the dark alley. Memories of him getting himself into more fights than he could count took over his mind as he cautiously scanned the area.

Though, he knew why he was here. He was alerted of a possible Hydra hideout and sent to investigate. But it confused him as to why Hydra would attempt to hide in an alley. It didn't seem like something they would do.

But, just as he somewhat predicted, multiple armed men emerged. One held a pistol in hand while some others held some dangerously sharp knives that could cut into your skin with a simple poke.

He pulled his shield up quickly when one of the men, unexpectedly, fired. The bullet skimmed the edge of his shoulder, causing a slight burning sensation, but it wasn't severe. It didn't incapacitate him either, and the wound was only minor. He continued the fight.

A sudden hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt violently and slammed him into the wall. Blinking rapidly, Steve noticed that it was Rumlow.

"Nice to see you, Rogers," the man smiled, knife in hand. Steve only growled in response. "Nice to see you too, Rumlow."

He shoved Rumlow backwards and performed multiple manuevers to quickly get away from incapacitating attacks. He ducked his head to avoid the knife flying into his face and quickly allowed himself to drop to his knees before he swung his shield up. It collided with Rumlow's head and sent him flying backward.

An unexpected punch sent Steve onto his back. He threw his shield above him just as a knife slammed into it, barely causing any damage to the vibranium shield whatsoever.

Steve quickly found himself in a perilous situation. His shield had been thrown about 10 feet away from him, out of reach.

A fist connected with his face multiple times. He kicked his legs out to trip whoever was there, but missed. He kicked himself to his feet and threw a dazed punch, finally managing to strike someone before he tumbled to the ground with blurry vision.

His face was bruised and cut up pretty badly. He could taste a bit of blood in his mouth.

As he looked back up, he saw a gun aimed right at his face. The trigger was about to be pulled when a sudden metal arm sent the Hydra agent flying.

Steve blinked a couple times before he put his hand on the wall to get himself upright. He turned to see the Winter Soldier sending violent attacks at the agents that threatened to shoot him. Rumlow caught the Soldier by surprise, though, and threw a punch into his face.

The Winter Soldier skidded backward and stood still for a moment, glaring Rumlow down, the muzzle leaving only his blue eyes visible.

"Asset. Stand down," Rumlow groweld.

The Winter Soldier stared the man down for a few more moments before pulling out a gun from the holster at his side, another gun went off and struck him where the armor didn't reach. Another one quickly followed and struck him in the leg.

Chaos seemed to erupt after that. The Winter Soldier began to fight against his own once again, swinging violent punches with his metal arm, which was capable of damaging one quite severely, if not killing them with a single blow to the head.

Steve was confused on what the Winter Soldier's motives were. Was he protecting him?

That assumption made sense. The Soldier had a chance to let him get shot and die right on the spot, but he instead attacked his own and prevented Steve from getting killed.

He grabbed his shield and threw it. It collided with an agent, whom had his gun pointed toward him. It flew from his hand as the impact threw him to the ground.

Rumlow was battling with the Winter Soldier, whom was starting to get the upper-hand.

Suddenly, Rumlow grabbed the Winter Soldier by the muzzle and slammed his fist into his abdomen. The muzzle was then ripped off and Steve felt his legs become jelly.

BUCKY?

The Wint- Bucky was thrown into the wall quite violently, another punch going to his head.

He remained on the ground, pushing himself up longer than Steve felt was comfortable. He ran toward the approaching group of Hydra agents, jumped, and kicked 2 into the wall. He continued to swing his shield and knock more unconscious.

A punch to the side sent him stumbling sideways, but he caught his balance and continued fighting.

"You can't go on like this forever, Rogers," Rumlow snarled, knife connecting with Steve's abdomen. He winced and threw Rumlow to the ground, ripping the knife from his side. It left a somewhat painful burning sensation, but didn't allow it to incapacitate him.

It was now just Steve, Rumlow, and 2 other Hydra agents.

Rumlow had quickly regained his footing, quite clearly trying to distract Rogers. He raised a gun and aimed it at the Winter Soldier, who had now managed to shift into a position to where he could see both of them.

"Oh, I'm not afraid to shoot," Rumlow said with a smile.

Steve swallowed painfully. "Don't.."

Rumlow's smile didn't fade. "You can come with us peacefully, or I will."

Steve's eyes widened and he spun around just as a fist came into contact with his stomach. He struck the wall and slid to the ground, but pushed himself back up slowly.

A sudden gunshot to the stomach sent Steve to the ground. It wasn't painful at first, but after a few minutes the pain started to set in quickly.

He groaned as he felt an arm grab his and pull him. It dropped him though, and soon Steve could hear a few more bodies strike the ground, then another gunshot.

Blinking slowly, he noticed Bucky and Rumlow staring at each other. Rumlow had a visible gunshot to the chest, blood dripping from his mouth.

"You won't get away so easily," Rumlow laughed dryly before falling to the ground.

Steve's head fell back against the ground. He closed his eyes tightly as he drew in painful breaths, hearing footsteps approach him.

2 flesh fingers put slight pressure against his neck, then moved away. He felt a more cooler, likely metal, hand put pressure on one of the stab wounds he had received, which wasn't particularly serious, but was still bleeding quite steadily. It was painful, and he drew in a sharp breath and winced.

He swear he heard a quiet, "sorry," but didn't say anything to it. Instead, he slowly blinked open his eyes, noticing Bucky's looking down at him. Steve couldn't particularly pick out the emotions, as Bucky's expression didn't look like it expressed any at all.

His stomach churned, and all of a sudden he shot up, turned over, and threw up onto the ground. He dry-heaved a few times after that, a coughing fit following suit.

He was gently pushed back onto the ground, feeling himself being lifted off of the cold and uncomfortable ground.

Bucky started walking with Steve in his arms.

Steve noticed that Bucky had him held a bit tighter than he was expecting, especially for likely having little to no memories of him after the hell he probably went through.

He opened his mouth to speak, struggling to articulate the words. "Bu...ck..that..that y-" Steve felt unconsciousness ripping at him, and closed his eyes tightly, taking in a shaky breath.

"Don't talk," Bucky muttered. "You need to rest."

Steve didn't argue, and a few minutes later he blacked out.