This is straight after Steve made the video. Review on this please! And I wrote this whilst listening to 400 lux by lorde and then photograph by ed sheeran.

Red.

It's all Steve could see. He was losing his mind because he could feel the colour red. Feel. It's all nonsense really. Steve had already packed a bag for a situation like this; so it didn't take long for him to get out of the tower and onto his Harley, thank god. He couldn't take it much longer.

Feeling this wind blow on his face whilst driving through the midnight sky felt good, but he still didn't feel better. Steve felt like he was being followed yet he really couldn't be bothered. He was exhausted both mentally and physically. He knew it couldn't be one of the avengers because they would've already tried to stop him. After half an hour Steve finally arrived at his safe house; it was a tiny run down apartment but it would do, and no one knew the address but him and one other person. That one other person (most likely) couldn't remember though. Shame.

It was not until Steve pulled the contents out of his bag that the figure revealed itself. 'What have you got there?'

Bucky

'Well hello yes come in,' Steve spoke unenthusiastic,' a book and an old stereo that plays 40's music. You know like the ones we dance to-'

'What's that object shining in your bag... Steve?' He interrupted.

Steve leg off a light laugh and brought the object into view. It was a 22. Bucky didn't look surprised. Infact, he didn't acknowledge it,

'I've been remembering the past,' Bucky started,' the memories are resurfacing. You would always smile and I would laugh. We grew up in the depression but life was great. Except when your mom died, you refused to move in with me and I said-'

'You remember that?!' Steve was impressed.

'I'm with you till the end of the line, pal.' Bucky allowed his lips to turn slightly upwards,' that still counts. But Steve, you're not like you used to be. You smiled a lot. And now you don't. I... I miss you.'

Steve isn't sure if Bucky heard him but he sighed

'Me too.'

For the next hour, they both sat in silence. Bucky stood gazing out the window and Steve ( a million thoughts going through his head ) sat on his bed, staring at the gun in his hands. Oh how he wishes he could say something but nothing comes out his mouth. It's hard to speak when you're... Broken. Steve wants to talk about the torture of being half frozen and of losing everyone but how can people expect him to talk about his demons when they're sitting on his lungs?

Steve's chest was aching. His heart was beating; he felt so empty. He should be thrilled that Bucky remembers but he can't feel any joy whatsoever. And it hurts it really does. Steve looks back at his hands

Red.

He did hate the colour red, it clouded his vision and stained everything in its path. Once something gets stained red, it doesn't go back the same colour ever again. When Steve shut his eyes all he saw was red. It's hard to sleep when you can't see black. Maybe that's why he doesn't sleep. Bucky was his best friend. His brother; so why couldn't he speak to him now? It's because Bucky had changed a lot ( this wasn't that big a problem ) this wasn't the Bucky that when Steve shut his eyes, he still saw the stars, this wasn't the Bucky that gave up his blankets so Steve wouldn't get cold, this was the Bucky that was the light in the darkness.

'Do you want a drink?' Steve croaked. Bucky just nodded. He handed him orange juice from his bag. Bucky looked slightly amused

'It's all I could grab' Steve reasoned

'Aren't you glad that this hasn't changed,' Bucky started,'most stuff is the same in here; everywhere else is different, the building, streets and heck, even the people.'

'You're not wrong,' was all Steve could whisper out. He pulled a photograph of him and Bucky (before he got the serum) out of his ripped jeans,' I want you to have this.' He still kept his left hand firmly on the gun.

'You still have this. Why are you giving it to me?' His jaw dropped in astonishment.

'Did you mean it?' Steve said ignoring his question.

'Did I mean what?' He frowned

'When you said you were with me till the end of the line?'

'Of course.' Bucky looked confused, Steve had never questioned his friendship before, and frankly he was quite offended,' why?'

Bucky was faced with silence from Steve.

Steve just kept looking at the gun in his hand and all the red surrounding it' so much red. He picked up the stereo and started playing a song on it. His lips curled up a bit.

'It's the end of the line.'

Black.