Hello, welcome to the second chapter. I take great pride in how this one turned out. I have been editing this one for days. I am pleased to present it. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Thank you.

It was cold and dark. Straps held him down. This wasn't new. When did he get used to being held against a table? He looked around at the machinery around him. He didn't know what they did but his mind told him that they mostly brought pain. Why couldn't he remember much? He heard a noise. He tried to see where it came from. He came face to face with something from a nightmare. He jerked and gasped. It was a dead body! The skin looked like it was melting off and what was left was covered in boils and bruising. The teeth were falling out and rotting. The eyes were white and cloudy. One suddenly popped out and a beetle came out and crawled into the mouth. He gagged, the smell assaulting his nose and it took all his strength not to vomit.

"Oh, pardon me. I forgot to have someone dispose of that one." An accented voice said to his left. He jumped and turned to be met with a short, stubby man. He had a chubby face with round glasses. His face was crooked. He was a scientist and he had a smile on his face but the man knew that the short man wasn't kind nor did he care about the man on the table.

He began shaking. No…. He knew this man caused him pain. He didn't remember his name nor how this man had gotten him. Wasn't he the person who gave him that arm that always hurt? What a strange thought. He kept an eye on the short man.

"You have been an invaluable asset to my research, Sergeant Barnes. You have taken very well to the tests. My machine is in the final stages. You will help perfect it." the short man said with a sinister smile. Then with a jerk, he was in a chair strapped again. Two panels descended and laid on the sides of his face, he trembled and struggled against the restraints. He couldn't lose his memories, he had finally gotten them back and was freeing himself.

Electricity flared through his skull and pain followed. Everything seemed to shut down. He was pretty sure he was screaming. After what seemed like an eternity it stopped and he was left panting and twitching.

"Soldat?" Another accented man asked. The Soldier's mind supplied that it was Russian

"Gotov podchinit'sya." He responded in a rough voice.

"You have a new mission." The Russian man said stopping in front of The Soldier. The former looked at his handler with dead eyes. That must have been enough. The Solder knew not to speak unless asked a direct question or after receiving said mission details.

"Mission is termination. Your target is Samuel Wilson. No witnesses."

"Yes, Sir."

Then there was a gun in his right hand. He looked down at the woman who caught him in the kitchen. She was the target's sister, Sarah Wilson. He shot her in the head. She said something peculiar that had the assassin frowning in confusion. She saw him and instead of seeming frightened and screaming or begging for her life, which he was used to, she asked him a question: "Bucky?" as if she had known him and was confused as to why he was standing in her kitchen in the middle of the night. He stared at her body for a moment, his scrambled brain screaming that she was important but he couldn't quite figure out why. He was snapped from his confusing thoughts by a noise.

The noise brought the target he realized. The assassin looked toward the stairs and hid behind the door frame to the left of the stairway, sinking into the shadows. He knew the target had combat experience. He wanted to complete this without any complications. He watched the target come down the stairs looking around before seeing the woman's body. The assassin watched the target sink to his knees by the lifeless body of his sister. The target seemed distraught. The assassin heard more footsteps and watched two young boys come down. They were the target's nephews. Children of the target's sister Sarah Wilson; AJ Wilson and Cass Wilson. He raised the gun, shooting them both in the back of the head and watched them fall.

The target jumped up and looked toward the assassin. Said assassin slinked from the shadows, stepping into the light. He watched the target's eyes widen with tears streaming down his dark cheeks. The sight made something in the assassin's chest clench. He didn't understand the feeling or why a part of his mind screamed at him to stop.

"Bucky? What the fuck is going on? What are you doing?" The assassin raised his gun and aimed.

"Mission objective: Eliminate Samuel Wilson. No witnesses." He said in a dead tone, tears falling from his cold cheeks before pulling the trigger.

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Bucky jerked awake, breathing hard and frantic as the nightmare continued to roll over him. His whole body shook and his mouth felt like he had chewed on gauze. His heart was beating so hard that he was sure it was going to break his sternum, nausea rolled over him in waves. Not the Wilson's, please not them, never them. This was one of his worst fears. He looked around in desperation hoping something could soothe him from his frantic mind. Bucky's breath caught in his throat when he took in an unfamiliar snow covered terrain. Almost immediately his mind threw him to the cold of Siberia. He heard a noise to his right and saw a man walk toward him. If it was possible his panic increased, in his anxiety ridden brain he couldn't make out who it was as he kept seeing a Russian man walking toward him.

He went to get up and then he realized he was tied to a tree. He was going into a full blown attack and he knew he had to get away. He struggled against them only to find to his absolute horror that they barely budged. The man got closer and Bucky could make out blond hair and his heart seized, was it Handler Karpov or Handler Lukin? Please no…. Bucky struggled harder and managed to get his left arm free right as the man reached him. The man said something and Bucky barely registered a slight concern in his voice but he was too panicked to think about it. He swung his free arm toward the man with a shout.

"No! I won't go back! I won't comply! I'd rather die than go back." He growled some curses in Russian as his fist connected with something metal, the sound reverberated through the clearing and Bucky's body. His breathing was still erratic and his limbs shook. He would fight to his last breath. His mind seemed to go into a hyperfocus state, falling back on some Hydra programming as he registered that the man carried a shield. A small part of him told him that it was familiar but he ignored it. He quickly moved his hand and grabbed the edge and pulled.

The man made a surprised noise as his shield was almost ripped from him. He managed to twist it and pin Bucky's hand in the snow. Bucky was breathing so heavy that the others were sure he was going to hyperventilate. Bucky was lost in his mind. He was terrified. He had no chance of escape. Whoever this was had him and Bucky wasn't sure he would be able to get free. He refused to be under Hydra. He struggled to get his wrist out from under the shield, his face twisting in a grimace and a strangled cry came from him along with some more cross Russian words. Then the man spoke.

"No one is going anywhere. I won't force you to do anything you don't want, and I won't let you hurt anyone. I don't trust you but that doesn't mean I'm going to harm you. Take some deep breaths." Bucky felt he knew the soft voice. It wasn't Handler Karpov or Lukin. He let his left arm go limp, it was worthless anyway. Bucky looked up, his eyes finally seeing who was in front of him. He stared as his breath left again. It couldn't be….

"Steve?" The dark haired man asked so quietly he wasn't even sure he spoke but the blond heard him. Almost all of Bucky's panic faded and was replaced with confusion and a different kind of anxiety. Where the fuck was he? His body still shook from the last few seconds that felt like minutes to Bucky. Steve gave a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Bucky saw his blue eyes harden and he flinched slightly as Steve moved, an action not lost on the blond.

"That is my name. Now we'd like to know who you are." Bucky blinked trying to clear the last of his panic from his brain. It took everything not to try and break his other arm out of the restraints, his dream still echoing through his mind. Finally Bucky was able to fully comprehend the blonds statement.

"We?" He asked, his voice strained. Steve nodded and looked to Bucky's right. The dark haired man followed his gaze and his breath hitched. What kind of fucking dream was this? There sitting around a fire were the Howling Commandos. Morita gave a small wave while the others looked at the two men with tensed muscles.

"What the fuck is going on?" Bucky whispered. This had to be a dream or some trick. His panic started to rise again. Did Hydra manage to find some other way of torturing his mind? Steve heard his breathing pick up and his heart rate increase. He arched an eyebrow at the reaction. Was he nervous over the Commandos? His earlier episode was strange. The man literally woke up in a panic, like he had a nightmare but it didn't end when he awoke.

"Some mouth you got on you. Although I can't say I'm not curious as well. You fell from the sky right in front of us. Thought you jumped from a plane. Consider me confused and intrigued when you still lived. What really has me lost is the fact you look like our friend who died 2 days ago." If possible his blue eyes turned to ice. He was angry. Bucky looked him in those eyes that he never thought he'd see again.

"What's the date?" Bucky asked gruffly. His heart beat in his throat.

"What kind of fucking question is that?" Dugan asked, frowning. Bucky felt his irritation flare as he turned and glared at him.

"The kind you answer you fucking dipshit." He growled out. Steve sighed. Dugan blinked obviously unprepared for the hostility.

"It's February 17th 1945. Why is that relevant?" Steve answered with a tone that held annoyance. Bucky blinked. That date, it was the same on that weird machine. He knew he was right, it was a couple days after he 'died' by falling off the train. Bucky's whole body shuddered. He felt sick. The memories of the fall started to overwhelm him. The cold as he fell watching Steve's face contort in horror as his friend fell. The pain as he hit the rocks and then darkness as he landed. Then the feeling of movement opening his eyes, his whole body wracked in pain so severe that he nearly lost consciousness again. The feeling of relief as he saw the Russians. But then confusion over why they were dragging him through the snow. Looking down and the horror that his left arm was mutilated and the blood trail coming from it.

Someone cleared their throat bringing Bucky from the memory as he looked around before landing on his left arm. His breathing ragged. He probably looked like a maniac. He raised his left arm and saw Steve's body tense as he brought his hand to his face as he tried to take some calming breaths. He needed to get a hold of himself. He understood now why Steve was looking at him like that. Steve had just watched him 'die' a few days ago.

How could he tell him? He wouldn't believe it. All this fantasy and science fiction was Bucky's thing. Steve listened when he geeked out about it but it never interested him. Bucky looked back at his hard blue eyes and felt his insides twist. He just knew soon he'd lose the contents of his stomach. Best rip off the bandaid…. Right? Bucky took a stuttering breath.

"My name is James Buchanan Barnes. My friends call me Bucky." Bucky said with a steady voice which surprised him. His heart still thundered in his chest but he hoped that Steve would believe him. Said blond blinked. One of the guys laughed dryly.

"Don't bullshit me. I saw Bucky fall to his death." Steve's eyes flashed dangerously. Bucky looked at him with pleading eyes. Steve didn't scare him but Bucky knew he wouldn't believe him so he voiced those concerns.

"You don't believe me. I don't blame you. I wouldn't believe it either but I can prove it. Ask me something only Bucky would know" Steve kneeled there looking at the man claiming to be his friend with a hard look but another emotion was held there, like he wanted to believe Bucky but wasn't sure he could. He frowned and the brunette could tell he was trying to find the right question to ask. Bucky saw something click.

"What was the name of the person I had a crush on in my 8th year?" The brunette blinked and chuckled a little. It was breathy. Steve could still hear his heart beating fast but it had slowed a bit. Bucky knew it was a trick question he knew Steve was bisexual even then. He knew that such knowledge in this time period had severe consequences, but Bucky knew everything about Steve. He stared at the blond.

"There were two. One was a girl in Mrs. Gordon's class. Her name was Charlotte Hanson and Tim Patterson from Mr. Burton's class. You were scared to tell me about Tim but you were in bed with a really bad fever when you talked about it. You said you were afraid of me finding out because you thought I would hate you, because stuff like that is looked down on in this time. After your fever broke I told you I could never hate you no matter what you did or who you loved, even if I thought Charlotte was a stupid broad who fucked too many men to properly know what she wanted. Even when you jump from planes without a chute." Bucky said watching Steve's expression change as he took in the words. Bucky knew that with those words Steve believed he was in fact his best friend.

"Buck…. It can't be…. I watched you fall." They could hear the regret in his voice. "I saw you die."

"I'm not dead yet you jerk." Steve chuckled and Bucky let a small smile grace his lips as he felt a weight in his stomach as he remembered that in the future, Steve was gone.

"Stevie, can you please untie me. I don't really like being restrained, brings up some unpleasant things" Steve's face scrunched before looking at the others. They kept a close eye on the pair.

"If you believe him Cap, we trust your judgment. You knew Barnes better then we did. There's just no way that he survived that fall though." Morita spoke up. The others nodded. Steve sighed before reaching out and untying the other restraint. Bucky brought his left hand to his right wrist rubbing it slightly, in his panic he had managed to rub the joint almost raw. Steve looked at the rope in awe. The side that held the left arm was torn. Steve knew that rope could hold a lot, including his own weight. Maybe there was a tear in it…..

Steve was also curious over the impact Bucky had landed on his shield. There was a lot of resistance and Bucky hadn't held the punch. Steve knew he hit with his full strength. Steve would say the blow was equivalent to a grenade when he covers it with the shield. The speed in which he moved was incredible too, this Bucky is strong and well trained. None of this made sense. The man that fell two days ago couldn't have done this. When Steve had trapped his arm under the shield Bucky had struggled and Steve had to use more strength to hold it there and he was shocked the pressure he applied hadn't broken his wrist. Time to get some answers.

"They have a point. That was two days ago. There's no way you could have come away from that without a scratch and long hair, weird clothes, weapons, more strength and better reflexes." Steve said, looking at Bucky in his icy blue eyes that Steve always loved. He saw such caution in those eyes, he saw fear as well, confusion swirled in the depths, before Bucky dropped his gaze like he couldn't stand the contact, looking at his hands.

"Trust me, I didn't walk away from that fall and certainly not without some damage." Bucky sighed, bringing his left knee to his chest and resting his left arm on it. Steve swore he heard what sounded like the whirring of a machine and metal moving. Bucky didn't want to talk about it, he already had a panic attack and he didn't want to go down that hole again. His anxiety was through the roof and he wasn't sure he wanted anymore. Not that he didn't already have this conversation with future Steve, still didn't make it easy to talk about. Bucky was also sure that messing with the past can really fuck up the future. He looked back at Steve.

"You won't believe part of this story. I'm not even sure I believe it, there's a part of me that's sure this is a trick and I'm not free." Steve arched an eyebrow and Bucky saw concern in the blue of his eyes. .

"Oh really? Try us. We've seen some stuff." Gabe said with a chuckle. Bucky took a breath to prepare himself.

"I survived the fall because I'm…. Like Steve. When Zola had me in Azzano he was experimenting on a different version of the serum that was given to Steve that made him into a super soldier. It wasn't as strong then but it was enough to make a difference. I was stronger, faster, a better shot, and more resilient, including falling from a train into a ravine." Bucky watched Steve's face grow horrified. 'Oh man, you are in for a trip when I end up having to explain Hydra.'

Bucky quickly looked away feeling a dark look grace his features. Bucky saw movement and moved away, snapping his head up seeing Steve had his hand out to help Bucky up. Steve had seen the man flinch and was immediately hit with sadness. This was not the Bucky that had fallen two days ago. This Bucky had seen horrors that Steve wasn't sure that he wanted to know about. This Bucky carried a darkness that Steve had never seen before, but he was still Bucky. He could tell just by his mannerisms and the way he interacted with his surroundings, even if he seemed cautious about everything. Bucky looked Steve in the eyes and saw the sadness in there even though there was that kind smile.

Bucky took his hand and he hauled the brunette up. Bucky rotated his shoulders and winced a little at his left one. It may be the vibranium one that was lighter and better but there was sometimes some residual pain, especially when left in one position for too long. Steve motioned for Bucky to come sit with the others. The former assassin hesitates for a moment before following slowly. He sat to the left of Dugan and looked at everyone. The last time he saw them was the mission he 'died' on, which was a couple days ago for them. It was surreal to say the least. Bucky turned to look at the flames. He supposed he should tell them the rest, well maybe just about the time travel. All that shit with Hydra could wait.

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Bucky looked at Steve as he stared at the brunette like he grew horns or a second head. Dugan began to laugh.

"That's absolute bullshit. There's no way. Can you prove these claims to be from the future?" He looked at me pointedly. Bucky turned to glare at him. Even before the whole Winter Soldier thing, Dugan used to still pissed him off. The coldness in his icy blue eyes spoke of danger and death if Dugan continued to speak. Dugan felt a shiver run down his spine as he cleared his throat and broke eye contact. Bucky sighed and looked at his hands that were somehow still gloved. Bucky thought of the question to prove his claim. What could he give them? His phone? Is that enough? What else would convince them? He sighed again and ran a hand over his face.

"Well besides the obvious…. My appearance is different but I'm not sure what would convince you." Steve blinked and sighed.

"That is substantial evidence seeing as you didn't look like this two days ago. What year are you from? Could you give us something that is going to happen?"

"I came from the year 2024. I'm not sure what I can tell you. I wasn't really aware of the next 70 years or so. We won the war… at some costs. Steve, you manage to defeat Hydra, but don't ask how. I'm not telling you. Some things I'm not sure if it would fuck with the future or 'Timeline' as Dr. Strange likes to say. The only other thing I can think of is to give you my phone." Bucky glanced at Steve and he frowned.

"Good to know that we win and that all the blood and sacrifice is worth something. A… what now? There's no phone out here." Steve looked slightly relieved but confused. Morita spoke up next, Dugan would have but he still had that chill from Bucky's glare.

"There's no way for a phone out here. Gabe has his radio. What you on, Barnes?" Bucky rolled his eyes.

"It's a mobile cellular phone. It's like the telephone but you can bring it with you. I should still have it on me."

"A phone that you can take with you? Where do you keep it? They are so large." Morita commented. Bucky stood and felt in his pockets procuring it from his front jacket pocket. They took his weapons but left this? These people don't know enough about self preservation. The former assassin could still use this as a weapon. Though in hindsight they wouldn't know that. Bucky pulled it out and handed it to Steve, watching him look at it.

"This is a phone?" He asked, looking at the older man with a raised eyebrow. Bucky nodded.

"The thing fits in your pocket?" Gabe asked. Bucky nodded again looking at the fire.

"How do you get it to work?" Steve asked, holding it out. The brunette took it and pressed the button on the side and typed the passcode before handing it back. Steve looked at it shocked. He started playing with it.

"It tells you the date and time. It might still have the date that I left. July 11th , 2024." Bucky said not looking up from the fire. Steve glanced at him before confirming the claim.

"If you touch the one that looks like a photo you can see the pictures I've taken with it." Bucky explained softly knowing there should be something that should help them believe him.

"Is it a phone or a camera?" Monty asked, confused. The former assassin chuckled, his blue eyes glancing at him.

"Both." He replied. Monty's mouth dropped. Steve shook his head before handing it back. Bucky took it and replaced it in the pocket after turning it off. It wouldn't do him any good. He looked at Steve again, waiting. The blonds' brows were furrowed.

"Well….. I'm more confused then I thought I'd be at the end of that. Although that does seem like good evidence. I've never seen something like that. But that doesn't explain how you still look young that far in the future. You'd be like…. Over 90." Steve watched Bucky's face as his jaw clenched, something flickered in his eyes, turning them into a frozen tundra. If Steve didn't know any better he'd be afraid that Bucky's gaze would freeze the fire. Bucky looked down at his hands as he flexed them feeling the plates shift in his left hand.

"107 to be exact. I spent a lot of time in a cryogenic chamber. Kept me frozen for a number of years at a time." He said tightly as if the words took every amount of strength he had to utter them. Steve frowned again.

"Why?" was all he asked. Bucky clasped his hands together and began to wring them. He hated this topic.

"I don't really want to talk about it but it was easy storage till I was needed."

"Storage? But you're not some piece of equipment." Steve said with anger tinting his voice. Bucky laughed dryly. The blond continued, "Needed for what?" Finally Bucky looked at him and saw pain flicker as he took in the expression on the brunette's face, it was devoid of emotion, like it was easier to turn everything off and not feel.

"You won't like the answer." Bucky said his voice as cold as his face. Steve felt his chest tighten. He figured that Bucky had been through some shit. It explains how he reacted to Steve and being tied to a tree.

"I probably won't, doesn't mean anything. I want to know. Does this have anything to do with after the train?" Bucky looked back down at his hands. The silence was deafening but seemed to still answer Steve's question. "Buck….. What happened to you?" The hurt was evident to everyone present. Bucky took a deep breath. Steve heard his heartbeat pick up.

"A lot, Steve, a lot. There wouldn't be enough time to tell you everything and your sanity wouldn't be intact. How mine still is is a miracle." Bucky sounded so defeated that it took everything Steve had not to let the tears fall and to reach over and hold the brunette. Before The Captain could say any more Bucky continued.

"I was kept in cryo till I was sent to kill someone. I was a weapon. Nothing more. When I wasn't needed I was kept stored away." Steve's expression hardened, his jaw clenched and he squared it.

"Who would do that?" Monty asked nervously. Bucky looked at him, his expression just as cold.

"I wondered when you'd ask. It was the Russian sect of Hydra." Bucky felt a shift in the people around him. He had sat closest to Dugan and before anyone realized he jumped at the assassin, grabbing his right arm and knocking Bucky to the ground, holding the arm behind his back and kneeling on him. Bucky grunted.

"Dugan what are you doing?!" Steve said, taking a half step toward them. Nobody saw him stand.

"I knew we couldn't trust 'im Cap! He's with those kraut bastards." He dug his knee further into Bucky's back. Said man sighed. Steve was shocked and conflicted. The others were strung so tight one move and they would break. Bucky could taste the tension in the air. This was a position that brought some unpleasant memories. Bucky tried to keep the onslaught of memories and emotions from overwhelming him and hurtling him into another panic attack. If he didn't get him off then there was going to be some issues and someone would get hurt. Steve heard Bucky's heart beat faster and noticed he was struggling to get a breath.

"I don't work for them now, nor did I ever of my own free will. I won't harm any of you. Please just relax." Bucky said struggling to keep his composure and somehow still sound somewhat threatening. Dugan laughed before digging his knee in further.

"Not a chance." Steve stood there not sure what to do. There was no way that Bucky would work for those bastards but that didn't explain why he said he had been with them. Steve struggled to remember what was said. If he worked with them willingly why would they keep him in cryo freeze? Then Bucky's most recent statement hit him, he never worked with then willingly. That could explain some of the reactions Bucky had over the course of a few minutes.

"Dugan, stop. Let-" He looked at Bucky's face and saw a darkness and determination written over it. He didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Fine." Bucky said, before preparing his body, tightening his muscles. He felt Dugan tense further from on top of him. He moved his left arm parallel to the pectoral muscle. He then pushed himself and Dugan off the ground without a single grunt or any shaking. He used his strength to rip his right arm from Dugan's grasp before somehow spinning his body and dislodged Dugan, putting him off balance. Before he had time to react to anything Bucky punched him and then knocked his feet out from under him, knocking the breath from the man's lungs. Bucky then stepped on his chest, not hard but enough to get the point across. Dugan stared at him.

"Bad idea Dugan. Should have incapasitated both arms. You didn't really stand a chance. Good try though." Bucky said. One of the guys cursed. Dugan stared up at the assassin with shock and some fear.

"I'm not a small guy. How the fuck did you do that?" His eyes wide. Bucky sighed, he'd been doing that a lot today.

"There's a couple of things," He held up his right hand and held up one finger, "One: I'm a super soldier," He held up his second finger, "Two: I'm a trained lethal assassin with over 15 kills in 50 years. No one could get close to that record. You honestly think I wouldn't know how to get out of a hold like that? They beat it into me till I could do it flawlessly." Dugan stared in shock. Bucky stepped off him and helped him up then brushed off his clothes. "I mean it. I'm not with Hydra and I won't hurt you guys." His eyes met Steve's blue ones begging him to believe the words. Steve's expression relaxed which caused a domino effect. Bucky relaxed, causing the other to relax. Dugan flexed his jaw.

"Damn Barnes. That's one mean right hook. That all the super soldier serum?" Bucky smirked and shrugged.

"Alright. I'm going to trust what you have to say, Buck. It's still so ridiculous but let's see what happens. Why are you here? Can we get you back?" Bucky sat back down.

"Well my dumbass pushed buttons I wasn't supposed to and I got (almost put yeeted, haha) thrown here. I need to get back but I don't know how. I was on a mission with Sam that Stark sent me on and I fucked up."

"Who the fuck is Sam?" Dugan asked. Everyone ignored him. (Poor Dugan :'[ )

"Stark? Howard?" Steve looked at Bucky, confusion etched on his face. Bucky was sure after today it would be there permanently. Bucky shook his head.

"No. His son Tony. Just as much a genius and narcissistic prick as his old man, but also a good man." Bucky looked back at the fire feeling the guilt hit him again as his mind replayed Howard and Maria's death. Tony may have forgiven him but he couldn't forgive himself. Howard was part of the reason he was able to get away from Hydra the first time. He was a friend and Bucky killed him.

"So Howard finally settled down and had a family? That's good. He still around?" Bucky tried to hide the grimace but Steve caught it, he tilted his head at Bucky's reaction.

"Uh… no. He was killed, he and his wife in '91." Bucky didn't look up.

"That's horrible. Was he murdered?" Morita asked.

"Yeah." The brunette said quietly. "I won't say anymore about it. I can't say too much."

"I have one more question." Steve said with a hard edge. Bucky looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He gestured for him to go ahead. He stared at Bucky with such an intensity that if he didn't have years of programming he would have squirmed. Instead he stared right back.

"How did you end up with Hydra? You mentioned it wasn't your choice." Bucky didn't look away as his breath hitched and got caught in his throat. He took a deep breath.

And chapter 2 is done. Chapter 3 is in the works and I can't say when it will get done. Also I now filled the plot hole of Tony still being alive but it will be explained in another chapter. I'm not gonna beg for comments but I would still appreciate any thoughts and maybe you have some counsel point. Thanks again.