Everything was happening so fast. She had turned to the Howling commandos one final time for help. Peggy explained the situation and revealed the final Hydra base was deep, hidden within in the Alps. Hungry for revenge of their lost friend, they were more than eager to join her. However, Bucky seemed to conveniently miss out on this meeting and she had no time to say goodbye to him before they were whisked away from the SSR camp.

"Give him some time," Dugan told her, climbing onto the trucks taking them to the Hydra base. She couldn't help but recall each of her lasts here; her last time eating the slurp of food that they presented them with and dinner, the last time walking the halls of the base, her last time seeing Peggy. It had taken her everything not to draw her into a hug.

Her last time seeing Bucky.

"Course." She smiled down the pain. The one thing she didn't have was time.

Before she left, all she could do was leave him her dog tags on the edge of his pillow. Though the tags were her only means of identification here, if she were to die, it would probably be for the best that she was forgotten in history. But she didn't want to be forgotten by him. Never him.

This was how she found herself hanging off a hundred-foot cliff, climbing up the edge of a Hydra base hanger. The infamous plane where Captain America crashed would be just at the end of a runway, if only she could make it up. It was part of her plan to beat Red Skull to the plane. The Howling commandos would zipline across like she remembered they did in the original timeline, but she would already be waiting on the plane, prepared to fight the skull.

Her muscles no longer ached. She didn't strain to reach the next ledge and despite the snowy storm that span around her, confidence eased with each part she climbed of the ice-covered mountain. Her radio crackled at her side as she clambered up the next level. With the wind whipping around her, she just about made out Falseworth's voice.

"We're about to head in. Be ready for some explosions."

She couldn't respond, jumping to the next greppable ledge. When she felt secure, she turned slightly to see the three of her team-mates zooming through the air on hooks, each aiming for a window which she could only assume was Red Skulls private room.

"Bring him to me," Bea smiled seeing her plan come together as they crashed through the window. Even from the far edge where she climbed the sound of gunfire echoed across the cliffs.

Satisfied as sounds of Hydra soldiers screaming drummed into her ears, she finally reached the top of the cliff. A large plane hangar rested before her. It seemed to fit into the entirety of the whole mountain and Bea realised it would take her a few minutes to run to the other end where the planes were just small dots – but then again, she had yet to test out how fast she could run. Excitement sparked in her as she dusted her feet against the soft snow. Oh how she loved the whole 'not getting out of breath thing'.

She charged, ignoring the fact that Hydra agents could be seen getting on with their daily tasks. Jeeps drove by. Men inspecting the wheels of the planes. Crates being carried in. All of them unaware that an SSR invasion was happening just down the corridor from here. She swerved to run around the outskirts of the hangar when she got closer, still unnoticed.

When she was close enough, she ducked for cover by a nearby crate and observed her surroundings. Hydra soldiers paced up and down the hanger. Guns posed at their sides. She didn't have much time. Red Skull could be here any moment and unlike Steve, she didn't think she could jump to get on the plane. Her strength still wasn't tested and she wanted to save it for when she really needed it – think, Beatrice think.

What would Steve do? She thought but shook her head immediately. Steve sometimes wasn't very smart, he'd probably jump out behind the crates still fully dressed in Captain America gear and expect no one to notice him – no, bad plan think like someone else… Natasha?

Like a bulb lighting in her head an idea struck her. As an Agent walked past, she reached round and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him back behind the crate. He wriggled but Bea chocked him mercilessly until his eyes fluttered back into unconsciousness.

Quickly, she began stripping him. Feeling awkward as she took the mask off revealing a rather young man – She didn't have time to care! Undoing the rest of his clothes she shuffled them over the top of her own uniform, leaving the boy in nothing but his breeches. Kicking him under the crates, she pulled the mask over herself – Satisfied in the knowledge that she wouldn't be remembered for wearing a mini skirt on this mission.

No one passed her a second glance, as she appeared from behind the crate. Disguised and unknown. Thank god for Hydra masks – The plane was right there. It was the biggest one and the only plane centred to speed up the runway. She was… she was going to make it.

Her steps quickened. She felt if she didn't run, then the earth beneath her would crack open and swallow her whole. She was going to do it… The ladder to the plane… it was in arms reach… She grabbed it… her legs suddenly felt tired with gravity pulling her down but it didn't matter. She felt like she could fly.

She waited inside the plane, disposing of Hydra agents as they tried to get on and hid their bodies so Red Skull wouldn't find them. She didn't need more people to fight.

She had hoped the serum would cure the anxious nerves the bubbled in her. At least before, she knew she had no chance of defeating Red Skull. Now, she wasn't sure if she was strong enough.

Hiding within the shadows, she waited… waited for it all to end… for the glow of the tesseract to appear… she felt as if she was going to be sick.

Suddenly, a clutter sounded up the ladder. Gun shots echoed outside and screams pounded off the walls of the plane. It seemed, like a sudden tsunami, Red Skull had brought the majority of the fight to the hangar.

Just like that, Red Skull appeared, angrily strutting across the plane. Bea sucked in a breath and hid well in the shadows, ignoring the judders' of panic that shivered down her spine.

Pulling the tesseract from his coat, he slammed it in some sort of Cylinder, twisted it and a glow of blue blinked into existence. Moving to the plane controls, slamming buttons and span around on the pilot chair, his back faced away from Beatrice. He had no idea she was there… Carefully, she stepped out… the plane roared to life in the clack of her step against the metal… the engines fired up and the plane slowly started moving. Bea rocked with the plane… The tesseract was just at the other end… even if she could just place her fingers around it and get it without him noticing she could get out of there. There might be no need for a fight.

Please.

A gasp escaped Red Skull. For a moment she thought she'd been spotted and froze in fight. But his eyes were focused on the screen in front of him. A car was chasing after the plane up the runway. The 1940's screen were too fuzzy to make it out who it was but whoever it was, she thanked, she could use this as a distraction.

She took an extra step.

"-Do you think I can't see you," Red skull's chilling voice called from his chair.

She froze mid-step. Her limbs hanging in the balance.

Before she could react, Red Skull unsheathed a gun from his pocket. A single deafening roar from the man's gun punctured the air. She had for sure thought she'd been hit when everything turned black. But if she was dead she wouldn't feel the cold steel of her own gun in her hand, she realised she had just shut her eyes so tightly.

She tried firing her own gun, but her aim was not precise, all to the blame of her shaky hands and eyes still wincing shut. Feeling for cover behind a metal beam, a gasp of blue light shattered the wall beside her where Red Skull had fired once again.

"What did you think?" He seethed, "You could sneak up on me? I'm afraid it'd take more than that."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Red Skulls leathery shoes clapped against the metal floor. Approaching her quickly. Getting louder. Her heart thumping quicker than the plane was flying. In an instance, she bravely turned and found the barrel of a gun pierced between her eyes.

"I don't know who you are but I commend your bravery, no matter how stupid…"

His face was the stuff of nightmares. Skin stretched to the bone and teeth widely displaced in an act of mockery. The very devil was smiling down on her and it would be the last thing she saw. Captivating blue light sparkled at the end of his gun. If she was to go, she wouldn't do it cowering… no, she would stand proud. Proud she had tried.

Before he could squeeze the trigger she stood, ignoring the shake of her knees willing her to stay down.

"You are foolish of course…"

She couldn't bare to watch, but she switched her eyes from the devil himself and watched the slow move of his finger on the trigger as he slowly squeezed-

BANG!

He had done it… she was surly dead… perhaps the tesseract gun didn't make you feel plane. After all, from what she saw it seemed to zap people away. Tentatively, she opened her eyes, expecting to see the white pearly gates of heaven.

Instead a silver glint of metal hit her eye. The familiar shape of Captain America Shield was covered over her. At least it… looked like it, But… that wasn't possible.

"Steve?" She murmured in hazed confusion. She was still seeing blue dots of lights. Blinking to be rid of them, she looked up at the face of her saviour… Steve couldn't have survived. Could he? "- Bucky?"

He was there. Right in front of her. The Shield armed in his hand. Covering her.

He didn't spare her a glance. His features hard and determined and his face scrunched up in rage. He spun around and screamed as he threw the shield at Red Skull. The Gun dropped with a loud clank. Red Skull doubled back. Bucky didn't wait and ran, striking him across the face.

Stars clouded Bea's vision. Her body felt stuck to the floor. One moment she was fighting Red Skull the next she was watching as Bucky… shit!

Red Skull gained the upper hand. Resisting Bucky's punches, he turned around and clasp his thin red hands around Bucky's neck and tackled him to the floor. In a swift moment Bea leapt to her feet, kicking him in the stomach feeling his thin bonelike rib cage crackle.

Red Skull rolled off of him and fell into the planes controls. The wheel turned suddenly. Jolting forward, Bea painfully slammed into a beam. Gripping to it tightly as the plane continued to spin in chaos. Searched for Bucky, finding him doing just the same the other side.

"BEATRICE WATCH OUT!" He cried, his eyes widening. From the corner of her eye she saw the glint of metal coming towards her. Letting go of the beam she let gravity do its job and her knees collided painfully with the roof of the plane, just as the Shield was thrown over her head. Red Skull shrieked. Like a crazy spider, he crawled up the side of the plane towards her. The rush of wind, the plane jolting madly and the constant strange buzz the tesseract seemed to be giving off, didn't distract him.

Madly, Bea jumped from beam to beam as Bucky tried to reach the controls to get the plane steady. Realising it was fruitless running from him, she abruptly turned and kicked her legs out. With a great force, Red Skull slammed against the podium the tesseract was in.

"How are you…You both have the serum running in your veins?" Red Skull shrieked over the sound of wind whipping around them. It seemed a crack of glass had been shattered in the front screen window.

The plane stabilised suddenly and Bea turned nervously to Bucky.

"Did Erskine do it?"

"Zola…" Bea uttered breathlessly. Apparently, she did have her limits to physical strength. "He managed it."

"He did?" Red Skull's eyes opened madly, "I suppose we will see now whether it is the serum that makes us strong or the persons will – as you will see, I will defeat you both."

"We'll see about that…" Bucky heaved.

She looked him up and down, trying to work out whether he was surprised he had the serum running in his veins, but all she could see was hatred seeping into every crook of his face as he looked at Red Skull.

"You're going to pay for killing Steve."

Red Skull approached mercilessly, "I hardly met the boy."

It was two against one. She liked their odds at the minute.

"Forget the boy – Imagine, the three of us. Together… we could have the power of the gods. Yet you choose to hold a flag and fight a battle of nations! I have seen the future. There are no flags."

Bea laughed pitifully and stepped closer to the tesseract, "You really think you've seen the future? It's not at all what you might think. Men like you are not remembered for their greatness… believe me."

"So be it."

He began to charge. His face would forever haunt her. Mixed with rage and madness. She prepared to fight. Her fingers curled… all her training… leading to this…

Bucky threw the shield again. Red Skull dodged out of the way, his shoulder missing it by a centimetre. Suddenly, it lodged into the tesseract behind him. A brilliant spark of blue light emitted into the air. The tesseract seized buzzing. Red Skull thrown back by an imaginary force, away from them. Silence shattered the air before a scream of a thousand galaxies exploded. The sky lit up as if the roof off the plane had abruptly had been removed from existence. Bea could hardly look at it, it was so bright.

"What did you do!" Red Skull screamed at the light.

A warm arm snaked around her, pulling her close, blocking the light from vision. The last thing she saw was Red Skull reaching for the tesseract. The contact burned his hand but he seemed unable to let go. She blinked her eyes shut, resting safe into Bucky's shoulder and his grip tightened. Whatever happened. He wouldn't let her go… not again.

Red Skull's screams slowly disappeared and when she opened her eyes again, he was no longer there. Like he had never been there at all. The Shield had collapsed back down on the floor where he once stood.

For a split second the tesseract hovered in the air. An invisible force shattered around them, blasting a gust of wind past.

"What the hell…" Bucky breathed.

The tesseract fell and met the metal floor. Just like when Red Skull held it, red heat seemed to emit around it. Jolting back to life, Bea unclasped herself from Bucky and stretched to reach it. Not caring that it seemed to be burning through metal, she clasped it with both fingers, expecting the heat of a thousand suns but it felt surprisingly… cold and… icy.

She clutched it tightly. The blue glow slowly seizing as if it was comforted by her touch. Closer she held it, like a mother clutching its baby for the first time. She had it. Finally. In her hands. She held it as tightly as she could. The ridges of the box pressed painfully into her palm. She didn't care. She did it. She had it. She could save Bucky… Bucky…

Shit.

Bucky was sitting in the pilot chair. His back turned away from her, slamming buttons down on the control pad.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" She broke the distance between them and marched to the pilot chair. "You weren't supposed to be here."

He didn't look at her, focusing on the air before them. "Why didn't you tell me that when Zola experimented on me, he injected me with the serum?"

If possible, Bea's hold on the tesseract became tighter. "Who told you that?"

"Agent Carter of course," He said, "She told me you what you were coming here to do, how she injected you with the serum to fight him… she was worried I guess… told me I was the only one who could help you. How could you be so stupid?"

So stupid? Stupid! Everything she had done was the smartest move she could think of. The one where there were less causalities, less heartbreak for everybody involved. But he had followed her. If anyone was the stupid one… it was him.

"You know I had to get the tesseract, Buck… at any cost."

"Why though? You still keeping secrets from me?" Bucky finally looked at her with a stern stare. She was glad to see it wasn't mixed with hate and rage. "Why didn't you tell me about the serum?"

"I-I…" She couldn't have told him. He hadn't known in the original timeline. It wasn't her place to muck things up… she couldn't play god like that – except… she already had. "I couldn't have you be put in danger."

"Well now we're both going to die because I'm going to have to crash this plane."

He had already seen the bombs down below on his way up here. It didn't take a genius to work out what had to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be alone… get the tesseract and leave this time… he would have forgotten her eventually and she would be back with the right Bucky. The one she didn't ruin the life off. Now… now she didn't know what to do. The plane was going to crash and he was still going to be here.

Anger erupts into her veins. He wasn't supposed to be here!

"Why on earth did you get on this plane?" She cried. "Everything was going to be fine. You were safe… now… now I don't know."

Without warning Bucky snapped up and stood in front of her. She noticed now that their height difference wasn't quite as great with the serum running through her veins.

"I came because I couldn't let you face this alone."

What? What was that kind of excuse… he was going to die here now. She would have been fine! "And you called me an idiot?"

"How am I an idiot?"

"I was going to get out," She held up her wrist where her time GPS still rested, "for fuck sake Bucky…"

"What's that?"

"It doesn't matter now," she let the tesseract fall back to her side in defeat. She couldn't leave him. Not again. He had come back for her. Again. She'd ruined his life and now had led him to this plane where the only way out was crashing. "Just… why? Why are you here… Bucky… please… you can't be here… everything was fine…"

If she closed her eyes and clutched the tesseract tightly, she could pretend he wasn't here. Out of sight out of mind. Free of guilt of abandoning him. She could click the time GPS and be back home. This would be nothing more than a nightmarish dream.

She cried harder, her sobs growing tight as bile rising in her throat.

She couldn't just go…

"Bea… I'm sorry…When I found out you were storming a Hydra base again – Dugan told me, then Peggy… I couldn't let you go alone… if you'd have died and I'd have just sat doing nothing I couldn't have told you…" he seemed to be struggling to breathe, and took a second to regain his strength, "Look – Steve's death wasn't your fault. I see that now. I just needed someone to blame but after hearing what you were going to do I just… I couldn't lose you too."

She reached for his his coat, pulling him closer as if trying to protect his body from the inevitable, "You shouldn't be here…" She repeated, looking out of the window for a solution.

From this height, the sky was beautiful. Flakes of snow came through the cracks of the glass that Red Skull had caused. She considered what would happen if the plane were to crash – would Bucky die? Or would he be frozen in ice for seventy years like Steve? It was impossible to tell and She didn't want either to happen but if she didn't do something soon it'd be too late. The bombs would be sent to all the major cities-

"Screw them" She decided with finality to her tone, "You can't die. Screw the millions of people in those cities. They're not worth you."

"We've got to crash the plane, Bea. It's what Steve would have done."

"I've got to get back to Brooke…" She heaves heavily. Thinking of her daughter waiting at home.

Bucky begins to look around for something. She watches as his face morphs into one of panic but she's just trying to memorise his face. "There's got to be a parachute in here somewhere. Take it. Get out. I'll crash the plane. You're right, Brooke needs you."

She can barely talk. A bubble caught in her throat. She wanted to scream it. To hold tight to him. To keep him as her own. Forever. "I need you…"

She'd lost so many people because of this – All because of Thanos. Her dad, Sam, Bucky, Fifteen, Steve. She wished she could blink and forget it all. Her heart hurt. It felt diseased and infected with all this pain. Guilt. Misery. Maybe she should stay on the plane with him. Let it end. Brooke would be fine without her. She'd probably be better. Steve would have completed his mission fine… as he always does… he'd look after her.

If Steve had come back in time with her like he was supposed to have done. None of this would have happened. All because she paniced.

-Fifteen!

Fifteen wasn't supposed to come on this mission with her. It was only because she had grabbed her hand…

Was it possible?

They had proved that by holding things you could take them back with you. It was how she was able to take back the tesseract. What if – What if she could save Bucky again? And take him with her…

She shuddered at the thought. Bucky's eyes were still searching for a parachute. Panic residing in his face when he realised, she wasn't going to leave him. and she wasn't. Not exactly. She grabbed his hand and forced him to look at her.

"Do you trust me?" her heart doubled in hope.

"Trust you?"

"Yes."

"I do."

"Then you need to hold my hand. Tight, and just trust me. I might be able to get you out of here but we've still got to crash the plane."

"What?"

She lurched the stick forward and the plane jolted downwards. She held onto Bucky tighter to keep herself steady and watched as the ground grew closer. They still had some time.

"I'm from the future," She said quickly, only them come clear from the clouds, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. You'll see soon enough… but I've got this device on my wrist to get out of here. I needed the tesseract to save everyone in the future – I'm hoping that by holding onto you I'll be able to take you with me."

"…from the future?"

"Yes. That's why I couldn't tell you anything."

"… right?" He frowned in confusion and Bea rolled her eyes – of course he didn't believe her.

"You said you trusted me, right?" She tucked his hand firmly over her own, "Now trust me."

The ground was approaching. With one hand on Bucky's, the other began to hover over her time GPS.

On the count of three… one… two… three!

Wincing her eyes shut, she pressed the button, squeezing her hand tightly around Bucky. Suddenly it felt like she was being pulled through a tight vacuum. The only thing she was aware of was the blackness behind her lids and the tight pressure in her right hand, tempting her bones in them to snap.

All of a sudden, a breath of air released and the lid of her time suit was freed. No longer standing in the middle of a plane crash, but instead the Avengers base. She blinked back a fresh dose of light and looked around her. The Avengers were back at the exact time they had left. Nothing had changed. Steve was stood opposite her but his eyes were wide with shock at the space beside her-

Beatrice's attention was caught by something else as her left hand was grabbed, forcing her down. Raspy breath of her name was heard.

"Fifteen!" Bea explained, seeing her friend collapse on the floor beside her. She abandoned Bucky and joined her on the floor, "Fifteen! You're alive… oh my god… I thought you'd died."

"AghhhH!" She screamed suddenly, sliding further and further down and with her other hand clutched her face, "it hurts!"

"What happened?"

As gently as she could she fought Fifteen's thrashing hands and picked up her face and gasped at the sight. Half of it was covered in sickly burns. Her skin was peeling off the face, revealing the flesh underneath of red pasty bubbles.

"Shit!" Bea jolted up for help, "She's injured."

It must have happened in the plane that had exploded with her at the centre of it.

She sharply turned. When no one came to her aid and saw everyone staring at the empty spot where Natasha was supposed to be. A hard slap sounded as Clint crashed to his knees; a look of defeat overcame him.

"Clint?" Bruce said, "Where's Natasha?"

Natasha… she should be here… with everyone else. They left together. The only reason she was standing there was because… no… she couldn't even think it.

Unable to think the unimaginable, Bea turned to the one person who would know. Clint.

His silence told them all they needed to know.

"No!" Bea exclaimed, "That can't be true."

"I wish it wasn't…"

"I don't know what's going on, but your friend still needs help," Said Bucky, attempting to lift a crying Fifteen into his arms, but with each move she screamed out in pain.

"Here. I'll help." Scott said, moving forward to help and together they lifted her out of there.

"What do you mean…" Bea landed by Clint. She wanted to shake his shoulders. Tell her it was all a lie. She would be back here any second…

Rationally she knew that it didn't work like that. She had been gone back in time for months, much longer than probably most people in this room, and she had appeared at the exact same time as everybody else. If Natasha wasn't here… it meant she couldn't be… that she never would be.

"She traded her life for the stone," in the palm of his hands he revealed a small glowing yellow stone, "it was the soul stone. A soul for a soul."

That didn't mean shit to her.

"We get her back!" Bea raised herself off the floor and stormed over to the controls, "We go back to before she was taken and bring her back."

"We can't, the Pym particles we have left have to be used to return the stone. Believe me. There's nothing I want more than to go back and save her but… the stones! – did everyone succeed?" Bruce asked around the group, looking at their hands. The tesseract had been dropped by her feet when Fifteen had grabbed her hand – Shit… Fifteen!

If she couldn't save one friend, she could still be with the one.

Abandoning the group and the tesseract she flung around and marched from the room. Wiping every tear that fell. She wouldn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. In this time, she had only spoken to her five minutes ago.

Her arm was pulled backwards preventing her from leaving. With her newfound strength she wretched her arms away and swung around to whoever dared stop her.

Of course it was Steve.

"Are you not going to explain who I just saw?"

"Natasha just died. An explanation can wait." She spat back, spinning back around again but he stopped her and she could tell he was using a lot more strength – usually it would stop her in her tracks. Not this time.

Jerking away from him, he widened his eyes in shock at her strength.

"My god…." He breathed, staring at the muscles on her arms, "how long were you gone for?"

"Long enough."

"Is that…" he pointed at the infirmary where Bucky and Scott had just run too, "…Was that Bucky from before Hydra?"

She gulped back the truth.

"Bea… what did you do?" He snapped with accusation – of course there it was. The righteous man. Who always knew best. She scrunched up her nose angrily and glared at him.

"I screwed up!" She let out, "I screwed up the bloody mission and had to stay there for a little longer than expected… and… and I couldn't lose him."

"How the hell did you convince him to come through time with you?"

"He didn't exactly get a choice."

"Do you realise what you've done?"

"Not exactly thought it through, truthfully."

"When we put all the stone together and snap our own fingers, hopefully – if nothing goes wrong - Bucky's going to come back. Now they'll be two of them. How you gonna explain that one to Brooke?" he looked at her muscles again, "And how did you get the serum!"

She stomped her foot like a child, "Can I just please go see my friend – Luckily I still have a few."

Turning she practically ran to the infirmary, Steve closely behind her. Bucky and Scott had managed to lay her flat on the bed but Scott didn't know what to do from then and it was Bucky whose basic military training had taught them a bit about what to do in the event of a burn, was running around the infirmary trying to help.

"She was in a plane explosion months ago," She huffed," I thought she'd died in it but I guess she got out of there at the last second."

"months ago!" Steve crossed his arms from the door.

Bucky who was gathering a bucket of water to cool the burns. The bucket dropped to the floor at the sound of Steve's voice.

"Steve?" He puffed. Beatrice jumped to recover what he'd dropped and start over. She had no idea what she was doing though and Fifteen was still screaming in pain.

"Bucky…"

"You're alive."

"DOES ANYONE IN THIS BASE KNOW HOW TO TREAT BURNS?" she screamed over their 'sweet' reunion. No one was around. The only person who would know was Bruce, and he'd just lost the love of his life. The Avengers facility wasn't what it used to be, throughout the budget cuts in the years, nothing was kept up to date. "Right. I'm getting her to a hospital. Now."

Scott injected some strong painkillers into Fifteen's arm and her screaming seized for the minute, whilst Bea took the end of her bed and began to roll her out of there. A Quinjet was waiting outside. It would be quicker than waiting for an ambulance to get here. She'd fly it herself to the hospital if she had too… how hard could it be.

"I'll fly," Steve followed after her, reading her thoughts.

"I'm coming too and someone can explain what the hell is going on!"

"I guess I'll… I'll stay here." Said Scott as the trio quickly ran down the hallway and up onto a Quinjet. Bucky soaked her skin in wet rags, trying to cool the burns. She couldn't run there quick enough.

When they secured Fifteen's bed onto the jet, Steve started it up. Bucky's distracted stares kept going to him. As soon as the quinjet made flight, he sprung on Beatrice.

"What is happening? Please, tell me 'cause my best friend is alive over there…"

"Steve's not-" not your best friend she thought but shook herself from saying anything more. In her head she made out that this Bucky and her Bucky were two completely separate people, the same as war Steve and present Steve. It made it easier to cope with the guilt. But she supposed, they were the same people just at completely different times in their journeys. And that made all the difference. "I wasn't just from the future, Bucky, I was from a different timeline. In this timeline, Steve never died. In this timeline you were supposed to fall off the train… and become a prisoner of Hydra for seventy years… but I stopped you getting on it."

"Beatrice." Steve snapped, making everything worse. "How did you screw up so bad?"

"I got the tesseract didn't I!" She snapped back. She calmed herself by rubbing the hair out of Fifteen's face. Though her screams had settled, her body shook violently as if she was cold. "That's why I couldn't let you get on the train, because in this reality I knew what happened. I didn't realise that saving you would mean Steve died."

"What are you on about?" But Bucky wasn't staring at her, but at the inside of the quinjet as he marvelled at the technology. "How… how are we in the future?"

"I died?" Steve asked from the pilot seat.

"Yes. My fault."

"but he's not Steve?" Bucky pointed a finger at Steve.

"No- Yes…" She ran a finger through her hair. It got tangled in all the wild knots, "From a different timeline. If I hadn't of saved you the original events would have meant you would have been kidnapped by Hydra and Steve would have gotten on the plane we were on and crashed it… frozen in ice… and turned up seventy years later when I met him."

"Frozen in ice?"

Staring blankly at him, she sounded like a crazy person.

Bucky and Steve both fired questions at her. She had no idea this would cause such a headache and with Fifteen almost dead on the table in front of them, she wanted all her attention to be focused on her. Eventually she told the boys that if they wanted answers, they could simply just tell each other what happened in each of their timelines, but both of them seemed to be stubbornly avoiding one another's eyes for the time being.

They arrived in hospital. Landing the Quinjet on the Large helicopter pad outside. Holding onto Fifteen hand and not letting her go. Her bed was dragged through the stainless corridors. Nurses rushed around, demanding questions. She couldn't tell them she was in a plane explosion. How could she explain that. So, settled for the story that she'd been in a house fire. Bucky and Steve trailed behind. Finally, her hand slipped from her bed as Fifteen was pulled into Emergency care.

"Please look after her!" The last thing she heard was Fifteen's raspy breathes as she disappeared out of sight. The corridor suddenly felt like an endless maze and she was lost in it. She couldn't lose Fifteen… not… not after Natasha.

Was Natasha really gone?

She hadn't taken the time to take a breath since she'd come back to this time. Now the air felt like a dirty disease and she wanted to be nowhere near it. Sobs heaved in her chest but she was too drained to battle them. Shakily she grabbed the first person she could find and hid in their chest.

Steve was right. She'd fucked up so bad. Together, her and Fifteen could have done things so differently, if she hadn't of grabbed her when they travelled back in a fleet of panic, perhaps her face wouldn't be half burnt off. Bucky wouldn't be here, stuck one again in a time he didn't belong… Natasha… she would never see Natasha again.

She didn't get to say goodbye.

"Hey," it was Steve whose arms she had found, "Fifteen will be alright."

"She was in the middle of an explosion, Steve. She won't be alright even if she does survive, and this is all my fault. If everything had gone right and I'd gone back in time with you, none of this would have happened."

"What did happen?" Steve said, affectionally running a hand through her hair, "I turned up in 2012 New York extremely confused."

Oh, she wasn't sure what happened. Her brain felt like a pile of gloop. The moment they left for the time heist felt like a decade ago.

She'd been standing with all the other Avengers in a circle. Fifteen beside her, and… the tracker. The tracker had stopped flashing its red light.

"The tracker!" She cried, reaching for her pockets before realising it wasn't there. She'd lost it in the 1940's when her satchel had been in the explosion, "Shit. Shit. Shit."

The tracker. It had gone off. Why had it gone off? Alex. Brooke – what if she was in danger? She didn't have time to sit and cry in the middle of a hospital corridor… she had to move… the nearest airport… where was it? She had time. If only she moved now!

"Calm down," Steve pulled her in front of him.

"My mum… I need to warn her." Searching her pockets, she didn't have a phone either, "My phone – I need a phone."

Steve pulled his own from his back pocket

"What is that?" Bucky commented from over her shoulder. Both of them ignored him.

"Tell me what happened and I'll call your mom."

"The – the tracker – the tracker Alex put in Brooke's toy. I was carrying it around but it suddenly turned off… what if… what if he knows where Brooke is!" if anything happened to her – no. She shivered at the thought… nothing would happen to her.

"He's not getting to Brooke," Steve assured her firmly, "I'm going to call your mom and then I'm going to go back to the base and sort this. Tomorrow, we'll make a plane trip out to England and get Brooke back."

"Tomorrow?" Bea whined, "No. We need to go today."

"We're snapping the stones as soon as we can. Before someone can take them away from us. Tony already had the gauntlet ready before we left, it's just a matter of putting the stones in place."

"Brooke's more important than that."

Steve raised his eyebrows determinedly, "I'm not saying she isn't."

"Then we go now."

"What about Fifteen and…" he waved a hand at Bucky who was gawking at the two of them, but snapped it shut when the attention was swiftly turned to him.

"What have I got to do with any of this?"

Steve sent her an accusing stare, "you haven't told him anything, have you?"

If he was referring to Brooke then she could severely slap him right there. "How was I meant too?" She hissed back. Oh yeah… hi Bucky, by the way I'm your fiancé from the future and I have a daughter with you called Brooke. That would have gone down well.

"You better explain then."

"How?"

"It seems he's stuck here for the time being, so he's going to find out eventually. And by tomorrow there might be two of them walking around."

Her heart lurched at the thought. Everything had happened so fast, she hadn't considered… Bucky was coming back.

"Two of what? Buddy, I'm right here," He played a game of tennis looking between them, not appreciating they were talking about him when he was standing next to them, "Can someone fill me in?"

Steve sighed, "I've got to go. I'll call your mom and let her know. Stay with Fifteen."

Of course. They always do things his way. "What about Brooke?"

"Think about it, Bea – you told me Alex lost his daughter which is why he was so attached to Brooke… the quicker we click our fingers and bring everyone back, the quicker he'll stop wanting to go after Brooke because he'll have his own kid back. Then everybody wins."

"I'm still breaking Alex's nose for putting a tracker on my daughter."

"You have my full permission," declared Steve, "but I've got to get back. I promise we will fix everything." Steve turned away from her, but stopped by Bucky's shoulder and glossed over him. His face softened into a smile as he said, "It's good to see you, Buck. I really missed you."

With that he disappeared down the corridor leaving the two of them behind.

Steve was right, she owed him an explanation.

But where to begin…

A/N so much happens in this chapter, please tell me if this is just a splash of information that's way too overwhelming and hard to follow, and I'll figure out a way to rewrite it.

Everybody's reaction last chapter was just incredible and thank you so much for the support. I wasn't sure whether to give Bea powers, and I've got no idea where this story is going to lead. I'm at a bit of a dead end at the minute because I want to continue writing for Falcon and the Winter Soldier but have no idea what's to come. And I honestly thought it would take longer for me to write this.

LunaEvanna Longbottom: your reviews never fail to crack me up. I thank you for finally forgiving me, though I never promised your blood pressure wouldn't continue to rise. What can I say? I'm a sucker for dramatic tension. Haha.

sofiarose613: Bea will continue to be a super soldier throughout the rest of the story.

BuckyBarnes07: Thank you for the support!

Goldenfightergirl: haha thank you for reassuring me. I really had no idea how the serum worked but I wanted a shortcut for her to become one, but at least I didn't fuck up completely.

SomebodyWhoCares: Next chapter is served :P

Guest: Yeah, I really should have looked into it more as I realise now there are hundreds of different ways to apparently get the serum. I just didn't want to spend to long on it so thanks for understanding and hope you enjoy this chapter!

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