Okay, so, I'm SO SORRY in advance since this chapter is REALLY short compared to how long you waited. But, I do hope you enjoy and won't give up on this story just yet ^^' Oh and it's kinda like a two-for-one.

Pagie: Yeah well, I don't plan to break the 'we never don't blow anything up' streak :P

Buckitty: Don't worry about it =) I might involve the kid again, if you, the readers, want to. These one shots are basically headcannons so it's mostly up to you people ^^'

Ch. 8 I fell…

"Like hell you will," adrenalin was coursing through his body as Barnes grabbed the shield, determination in his eyes as he stood, and fired. He wasn't going to let this guy kill them. At least not Steve. The world needed Captain America more than Bucky.

But the next blast hit him hard and propelled him out though the hole. He managed to garb some of the metal sticking out, but was losing his grip fast.

"Bucky!" he heard a yell, panic, fear, guilt and all sorts of emotions mixed together as Rogers started making his way to where the sniper was hanging on.

"Hang on!" oh the freaking irony… but he would. He'd at least try.

"Grab my hand!" it was a plea, a begging cry, as to not lose him.

But the ratting Barnes was holding onto was starting to bend, and just as Buck reached for his hand, it broke, the sniper screaming as the Super Soldier watched, unable to do anything but hold on, as James vanished into the canyon.

Barnes never told anyone, but he was scared of heights. He was scared of going here, on the train and he was on the verge of breaking down as his feet dangled from the train. His body was cold, from both fear and weather, and Buck could hardly feel anything. Steve's voice was mostly the only reason he managed to hold on and try to move. He failed and Rogers moved again, both trying desperately to reach. So close yet so far away…

And then everything stopped. The metal broke, his body couldn't even react as it felt like he was floating in air for a moment, before everything went insane. He couldn't keep the scream from leaving his throat, as his vision blurred, his friend moving further away, and his mind unable to really understand what happened.

"I'm falling…" after a few seconds, when the train vanished, James thought. Or stated. Just said. So his body and mind would know.

"I'm gonna die…" another statement. It was scary, how that thought didn't frighten him. He was far calmer than he should be.

"Steve's alive…" another thought that made his body relax for an unknown reason.

"The others to…" time was lost to him as he couldn't feel.

"That's good…" his body had turned, and he felt the strong wind against his body.

"It's beautiful…" more statements, just to keep himself busy. Just to make sure he was still here.

"Trees…?" managing to narrow his eyes, James saw the dots of trees and before he knew it, his left arm hit something.

"What…?" there was no pain, but blood was flowing in the air as he landed on the ground with a thud.

"…I want to live…" not even a moment later, darkness took him and everything he's ever known seemed to just fade out of his body.

…and he followed

"Peggy," he called softly, wondering if she was still there.

"I'm here," he heard her broken voice and knew she was on the verge of crying.

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance," he just wanted to hear her voice until the end. He wanted to know he didn't die alone.

"Alright... A week. Next Saturday at the Stork-club," it was hard speaking, but she needed to hear his voice before he was gone...

"You got it…" he hated it. Not being able to keep the promise.

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?" somehow, he wasn't scared. He'd see them again. Mom, dad, granny... Bucky. They were waiting for him.

"You know I still don't know how to dance," but right now, Peggy was still there.

"I'll show you how... Just be there," she sounded so brave...

"We'll have the band play something slow. I'd hate to stop on your-" and then the transmission ended.

As the plane made contact with the water, Steve took the brunt of it. The water that smacked at him felt stronger than a pulse cannon blast and his body went into shock for a few moments. When Rogers managed to regain his sense, he felt… strange. His whole body felt heavy, and he couldn't move. Coldness surrounded him in every inch of his being, and breathing felt impossible. Trying to take a breath, and he felt himself choke.

"Water…" he said to himself, seeing the front of the Valkyrie.

"Right… I crashed…" he felt like sighing, but remembered he shouldn't or his lungs will be filled with cold water again.

"How long… will it take…" darkness was becoming clearly visible, as he sank deeper into the ocean.

"Maybe I should… just breath…" he debated on that, relaxing and allowing the water to carry him in its slow momentum.

"It's all over anyway…" he closed his eyes, moving his arms out, as he felt like lying down. The water was a good surface.

"Cold…" he almost felt shivers, and dared to open an eye, seeing the water around him freeze.

"…Ironic…" a weak, small smile was on his face, bringing some more water in his lungs.

"Both of us… dying by the cold…" his consciousness was fading as he saw the ice move closer.

"Pretty…" Steve didn't even feel as the cold gripped him first by the legs and slowly moving upwards.

"Soon… I'll be there… just wait…" closing his eyes and allowing the darkness to take him, Rogers couldn't move as the ice covered his whole body and freezing the rest of the water around.

Well... that's it... Like I said, short and I'm sorry about that! I just kinda hope you were able to like it and if you did, feel free to review, even if you want to yell at me for messing it up xD