Ally's POV

The sun shining through the window is what woke you. Reaching out for Bucky, you frowned when you didn't feel him there. You opened your eyes and shot up. This wasn't your room at the compound. This wasn't Bucky's room either.

You slowly crept out of the bed and went over to the window, pulling the curtains back, gasping at what you saw. There was a beautiful farm, surrounded by trees. You could see horses in the distance. Were you at some sort of safehouse? Had the mission gone so wrong that you had to come here?

Feeling something strange in your stomach, you ran your hand over it and froze. You looked down to see a very round belly. What in the ever-loving fuck. Spinning to look in the mirror behind you, it looked like you were indeed pregnant.

You crept down the stairs slowly, hearing music in the background, the kind you and Bucky danced to in that bar in London. Something smelled amazing. Pancakes and bacon. Rounding the corner, you froze again. There was Bucky, standing at the stove, in a pair of slacks and a t-shirt.

With both of his arms.

"Mommy!" A tiny voice yelled to your right. You whirled around to see a cute little girl with purple hair, just like yours, but she had Bucky's eyes. She tugged on your nightgown, smiling up at you. "Mommy, you're awake! You slept so long!" She said sweetly.

"Now, now, Natasha let mommy get settled in so she can eat." Bucky told the little girl. Natasha. You had a daughter and her name was Natasha. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and kissed you softly. "Good morning doll." He told you, smiling. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him back in, kissing him deeper, letting your hands run through his short hair. After a minute you pulled back, taking in the sight of him, hair a mess, slightly swollen lips, that damned smirk.

"What's gotten into you this morning beautiful? Pregnancy hormones again?" He said chuckling, leading you to the kitchen. When you sat down, you really took in the room. The stove was old fashioned, a very large sink, no microwave, no coffee machine. "I guess so." You told him. He sat down next you after getting Natasha set up in the seat to his left.

Placing his hand on your stomach, he smiled up at you. "Well, it won't be long now and little Steven here will be making an entrance." He told you.

Steven.

Steve.

Natasha and Steve.

That's what you had wanted to name your kids in your world, because of the sacrifices they made. You had picked Anthony of course too, but in this particular scenario, you only had two.

After breakfast, you ventured outside to explore. Picking up the paper, you turned to the side of the house, seeing a very vintage black car. Tilting your head, you noticed the well in the distance, next to the barn.

Hands shaking, you looked down at the paper you were holding. June 1946. No. This couldn't be right.

"Honey, are you okay?" Bucky called from the porch. You turned to look at him, seeing a concerned look crossing his face.

It was 1948.

Bucky never got on that train.

Holy crap.

It had been a week and you still hadn't woken up. Dr. Cho didn't know what was wrong. They had even brought in a highly recommended Neurosurgeon, and he couldn't find anything wrong with you. Bucky was a mess. He was back to having regular nightmares, so much in fact that Steve had to start sleeping in his room so that he could attempt to calm him when he woke. That's how Steve got a black eye and a busted lip.

Bucky had also become colder. Traces of the Winter Soldier were becoming more and more prominent in him. He had stopped coming into your room after two days, refusing to look at you like that anymore. Either Tony or Nat were always with you, making sure you weren't alone if you woke up.

Tony was sitting by your bed currently, your hand in his, forehead on the bed. "You know buttercup." He said softly. "I'm gonna need you to come back to us now okay? Tinman is going a little crazy without you here, and he's worrying Captain Spangles, and it's putting everyone in a sour mood really, so do your good friend Tony here a favor and come back okay?" Tony sighed and leaned his head back, rolling it to try and relax his muscles.

"Please Ally. Please come back to us." He whispered, a tear sliding down his face. Tony and Steve got into it that night. Tony blamed Steve for letting you heal Wanda while you were so weak. "You should have known better Cap!" Tony screamed at him. Steve let him yell, because in his mind, Tony was right. This was his fault. He was your Captain, and he had failed you. He and Tony hadn't spoken since.

It had been two weeks. You were showing no signs of improvement and Steve didn't know what to do. Bucky was getting worse, he was barely eating, snarling at anyone that wasn't Steve, and even then, sometimes Steve still got a punch to the face.

Steve was sitting by your chair, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face. He had tried so hard to keep it together. For Bucky who was getting worse by the day and he couldn't help his best friend. For Wanda, who was feeling so much guilt for you being in your situation, she wouldn't even come out of her room.

Tony was a mess too, which Steve hadn't planned on. He hadn't planned on the billionaire to love you like a daughter, to find him asleep in the very same chair he was sitting in now, crying. Praying that you would wake up.

The night after that, Steve found Nat, lying I the bed next to you, her head on your shoulder, crying, telling you how much she missed you. That was something Steve had never seen before. Nat being vulnerable. Rhodey and Sam both came by every day, bringing by flowers, and food for whoever was in the room with you.

Pepper came often to help change your gowns and bathe you. Pietro had come around a lot at first, but now he was just trying to keep Wanda together, as she wouldn't even see Vision.

"Please come back to us Ally. We can't do this without you. Bucky can't do this without you. I can't do this without you. You're my best friend. I know you didn't come here and go through everything you've been through to not come back." Steve sobbed.

One Month.

You'd been in a coma for a month. Bucky had only come once since the first week, and the sight of you made him so angry he trashed the gym. Broke every mirror, tore down the weight machines, every punching bag. Now he barely left the gun range. He didn't talk to anyone anymore and Steve was lucky if he got a grunt out of him.

Tony sat with Steve in your room while Dr. Cho talked to them. She told them they needed to start thinking about options. While it still seemed like there was medically nothing wrong with you, you weren't waking up. Not responding to any kind of stimuli. They could keep going they way they were, or they could unhook you from the machines and see if you lived or died.

Steve didn't want this responsibility. Neither did Tony. You were family, how were they supposed to make this decision? Bucky wasn't in his right mind; he couldn't make this decision either.

"Steve, I can't do this. I can't make this decision. You have to. You're listed as her emergency contact and next of kin." Tony told you, tears streaming down his face. Tony had never sounded so cold towards Steve.

How was Steve supposed to let his best friend die? The love of his other best friend's life? Of all the things Steve has had to go through, being who he was, this was without a doubt the worse. Steve sighed and put his head in his hands. What would you have wanted? Would you have wanted to be on machines for the rest of your life? Or would you want to be let go?

"One week. We'll wait one more week, and if nothing changes, we'll let her go."