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Bring bring.

"Seriously, Cap?" Sam asked, "You ring tone is a 1940's phone?"

Bring bring.

"Tony changed it and I don't know how to change it back," Steve said, patting his pockets, looking for the device. "I keep meaning to ask Nat, but I only ever seem to think about it when it rings," Bring bring.

"Whatever," Sam teased, "I bet you love it, man."

"Whatever," Steve said, pulling the phone out of the correct pocket. "It's Natasha. Hi Nat."

"Where abouts are you guys?"

"Not far," Steve answered. They'd only been gone about 15 minutes, just a few blocks down to pick up some things for dinner. "What's up?"

"I think you best get back here, ASAP, Cap."

"Tasha? What's happened?" Steve hardly had to ask; Natasha sounded worried and Steve only needed one guess as to who her worry would be concerning.

"He walked in on Tony and Pepper watching Les Mis."

"How much did he see?"

"I don't know, Tony's having Jarvis check the cameras, but that part of the building is pretty private."

"Where is he now?" Steve asked.

"In his room. He's barricaded the door. He's not done anything - that might be the problem, but, ah, well, I thought it best to call."

"Yeah, of course, thanks Nat, we'll be there in about ten." Steve said, and hung up.

"Beeline to Stark Towers?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Steve said, pocketing his phone.

"Is he alright?"

"I dunno."

"Sorry, man."

"Yeah," Steve said. Bucky had been doing so well, too. Sure, he was still having nightmares, but he was having only one or two flashbacks during the day. And of all the movie musicals to walk in on…

In less than ten minutes, Steve and Sam arrived back at Stark Towers. Steve was hardly encouraged to see Natasha waiting for them in the entrance foyer.

"Nat."

"Steve, Sam."

"Hi Natasha."

"Is it that bad?" Steve asked.

"Jarvis found the footage. Bucky saw about 20 minutes."

"Which 20 minutes?"

Natasha sighed and pushed the button for the elevator. "From Drink with Me to part way through Empty Chairs."

"So pretty much the worst 20 minutes possible?" Sam asked.

"The part where everyone's brutally murdered or commits suicide, yeah," Natasha said. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. The three allies stepped inside.

"And Tony and Pepper didn't know he was there?"

"I'm sorry to say it, but he's a damn good ghost, Cap. He sort of - chocked, during Empty Chairs, so altering Tony and Pepper."

"Jarvis didn't know?" Steve asked.

"Private quarters, Steve. No surveillance under normal circumstances."

"So Tony doesn't have Jarvis monitoring Bucky's every movement?" Sam asked.

"He trusts him," Natasha said as the elevator slowed.

Steve wasn't sure what to make of that. The elevator came to a holt and the doors opened. "Thanks for calling," Steve said as he stepped out.

"No problem. Good luck."

"Yeah," Steve said, stepping out of the elevator into the hallway. Sam and Natasha would continue up to the rec rooms. Steve walked slowly down the hallway to Bucky's room. No light was coming from under the door. Steve wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. He knocked gently on the door. "Buck?" he asked, "Alright if I come in?" When there was no response, Steve put his shoulder to the door and forced it open. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark, where he spotted Bucky curled up on the bed. "Y'alright, Buck?"

Bucky shivered. Steve sat down on the end of the bed. "That's a hard film to watch. Not so bad if you see the whole thing, but even still." Though he was loath to admit it, Les Mis had left Steve in tears. After seeing the film, he'd gone with Clint and Natasha to see it on Broadway, which he found even more heartbreaking than the film. It had just been so raw.

"He just wanted to die," Bucky whispered into the pillow.

"Buck…"

"He just wanted to die with his friends and he didn't, and maybe it would have been better if he did," Bucky chocked.

"No, Bucky, no." Steve said. He watched as Bucky's body shook.

"He was prepared to die with them. To die for them, for their battle."

"I know," Steve said quietly.

"And he should have."

"Probably, yeah," Steve confessed.

"And he was so alone. And afraid. And hurt."

"I know." Steve said. What else was there to say? It was too easy to draw parallels between the story of Marius Pontmercy, the only one to survive the barricade despite his grievous injuries, and the fate of Steve and Bucky.

"They all died, Steve!" Bucky cried.

"I know."

"I would have died. I wanted to. I spent so many years wishing that the fall had just killed me…" Bucky confessed.

"I know," Steve felt helpless. He blinked back the hot tears forming in his eyes. What could he do? "Bucky, I'm so sorry," He stood up and moved around the bed and sat down beside Bucky. Steve slowly reached out and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "But we both survived, Buck. You're not alone now."

"He wanted to die with them" Bucky whispered.

"I know," Steve said, gently squeezing Bucky's shoulder. They stayed as they were in silence for a few minutes until Bucky reached up and took Steve's hand.

"You brought me back," he whispered.

"Pardon?"

"When I saw you on the bridge and you said my name. You made me fight it again. You made me hope."

"Shove over," Steve said, having no real response to what Bucky was saying, pushing Bucky across and lying down beside him.

"I have to make this right," Bucky whispered.

"You will," Steve said, wrapping his arms around his broken friend.

"I don't - really know how."

"We'll find a way," Steve said, his voice sounding more confident than he really felt.

"You never give up, do you?"

"I don't know how to, Buck. Never have."

"Never do."