I'm aware that this chapter is long overdue; I don't ever want to leave it! Math sucks and I didn't pass so I'm celebrating by writing this. Motherfucking yay! XD I will finish the others, but I'm focusing on this story for now… :) And I also realized what a bitch spell-check is when you are trying to write in a German accent…. XDDDDD

Bucky POV

He stiffened; they were leaving the armored tank. Johann was testing him, training him to kill his own and he knew it. Parts of him were still sore, but he didn't even want to think about what happened back there. He was supposed to kill Americans?

He didn't feel right in the black leather; the way it coaxed his skin with its skintight silk touch.

He shuddered as Johann's palm pressed against his back and coerced him forward.

Bucky felt the Earth crunch under his feet with each tentative step…

Bullets suddenly riddled their path.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes may have been wearing a Hydra badge on his arm, but he sure as hell didn't forget his training…

He floored it to the left and did a roll that landed him on his knees. He was shaken; he didn't want to shoot his comrades, but he didn't want to die either.

"Live or die…" Johann whispered in his ear.

Bucky stormed forward and carried the German gun that was supposedly light but felt like a dead weight in his arms. He hated everything about this, maybe even himself…

How dare he… He thought. How dare Johann Schmidt make me kill my own men?!

A bullet whizzed past him, but he could hear it… His blood pounded in his ears and he could feel the Earth hold its breath as he held his.

The bullet hit flesh and Bucky knew it…

He turned and saw Johann; his hat falling from his head as he went down.

Something in Bucky snapped; he didn't know how or what but something in him was out for blood.

Bucky went out against the line of fire and aimed the machine gun and sprayed bullets over the men clad in green.

His face could've been carved from stone. He expressed absolutely no expression as he saw the men die. He didn't recognize any of them, but he was beyond caring.

The world billowed smoke across the field and it suddenly felt as empty as Bucky's gun.

He turned back and ran towards Johann.

Bucky pressed his hand to Johann's chest… Blood ran over his hands. He could feel the heat of the German officer's blood through the black leather gloves.

"Oh God…" Bucky cried. He still didn't know what he felt for this man… this villain, but his instincts told him to fight for him. He pulled off his belt and readied a tourniquet just in case, but he had to see where the bullet hit first. He pried open Johann's coat.

All he could see was red…

At first he thought he was bloodied all over, but then he remembered Johann's skin pigmentation was closer to the color of hell than he thought.

His hands trembled as he pulled back Johann's coat back away from his burgundy shoulder.

The bullet…. No bullets had hit up Johann's shoulder, but there was one that was worrisome near his collarbone.

People die from wounds like this… He thought.

Bucky looked up and met eyes with Johann's. He was so close… Their proximity towards one another went beyond intimacy; Bucky couldn't even place it…

"Suck out ze bullet…" Johann ordered.

Bucky's face went red as he thought of every other command this man had said to him. He had hot red American blood running through his veins, but he didn't deny Johann; he wouldn't deny him…ever.

"Y…yes." Was all Bucky responded. He pressed his lips over the hole and sucked.

Metallic warmth filled his mouth. He wanted to gag, but he didn't dare. The taste was something else; at least tasting so much of it at once as it filled his mouth.

Bucky sucked harder until he felt something give and pop. The lead bit clacked against his teeth and he spat it onto the snow-covered ground. The red melted the snow and the blood ran down his chin. He wiped his lip and looked at Johann's reaction.

"We muzt hurry…. Zey will zee zat there are no more… zoldierz."

"Yes…" Was all Bucky answered.

They trekked up the side of the mountain facing the wind. The Americans wouldn't dare go through that path in this type of weather. Bucky wasn't expecting it…

The wind suddenly howled in his ears and slammed in his face like a freight train. The American pulled his coat closer, and suddenly realized why Johann preferred leather.

It was easier to travel as they made it towards the summit.

"Where are we headed?" He turned towards Johann.

"Zola." He answered him.

Bucky turned and looked at Johann, who seemed to bed struggling. The average man would never guess beneath that mask of iron will that Johann was indeed in a lot of pain. Bucky could sense it; there was a slight gait to his walk and his breath wasn't even.

Bucky picked up his only form of communication and banged it on a roack in hopes ofgetting it unfrozen enough to actually use.

"Come in? hello…. Hello?!" He yelled into it.

I cracked to life and he smiled and instantly regretted it. His teeth were chattering and the frozen landscape was rather unforgiving against his already wind-burned face.

Bucky saw a flash then the entire mountain side began to rumble.

He turned and looked at Johann's face.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered.

The snow rumbled and Buck could feel the ground become soft and fragile beneath his feet. He grabbed for Johann's arm and they both went tumbling.

Johann POV

He knew they wouldn't make it to the next base… That American boy was filled with so much hope and Johann would soon beat it out of him. He knew what they world was like and how it raped people of their desires and dreams. His body wasn't his own anymore, but he accepted that. Bucky didn't seem to mind, but Johann could feel the mask slipping. He pressed his thumb against his cheek and it was still intact, but it wouldn't hold for much longer.

"Bucky…" He said as he stumbled towards the boy. Pain flared through the bullet wounds, but the less lethal ones were hurting a lot more because he could feel the cold seeping into them.

Johann pushed a mound of snow away until he heard a slight grunt.

Bucky was still alive…

Johann pushed armloads of snow off his soldier. He continued this until he saw a white face matted with dark wet hair.

Johann pulled him close and opened his coat enough to press the boy to his chest.

"I zink wer in trouble…" Johann said quietly to him. Bucky mumbled something and pressed his face into Johann's neck.

Ok so here's a new chapter. I wanted to write about Howard/Steve, but I owe Bucky some justice! XD I may add another chapter tonight if I have time! Thanks for sticking with me and my irresponsible writing!