I gasped.

Wait gasped? Am I breathing? Did I make it to the surface? Wait I'm not getting any air.

Something jerked me, and…oh god did I just spew? At least I can breathe now.

Voices? I can't understand them. What are they saying?

Ahh! My arm! Why does it hurt so much! Is someone trying to rip it off?! My shivering isn't making it hurt any less. Why is it so cold?

I need to see what's going on, but my eyelids feel like lead.

"C-cap?" Ugh…My throat burns.

My eyes finally open. There's two men leaning over me. one of them is saying something, but I don't know the language. But their wearing masks, like hydra's sick copies of cap! Were they Hydra? Where was cap? I wouldn't let them take me!

I tried to struggle but…a numbing feeling soon grips my body, in between the waves of intense pain. Am I screaming?

I can't keep this up.

I'm too tired.

Cap? Where are you?


Warm. I'm warm. There's no icy feeling nipping at me. Where am I? My head was pounding. My arm still hurt, and everything else ached.

A mechanical, beeping to my right. What is it? Am I hooked up to something? Was it that bad? Whatever it was it wasn't helping my head. I groaned.

I try to open my eyes, but it was difficult. My eyelids still felt like lead. When I finally open them, the world is blurry, and way too bright. What kind of lights were in here? I was laying on something soft; a bed? Was I in some kind of medical tent? No, the walls looked like this was a bunker.

Something warm squeezed my hand. Is that Cap? Is he here with me?

My gaze glances over to the right. There's a girl sitting beside me. She looks too young to be a nurse. She said something, but I couldn't understand her. I didn't recognize the language. I wish a could though, she was a real pretty dame. Pale complexion, dark hair, and hazel peepers.

My stomach, and chest suddenly began burn and felt tight. I couldn't stop coughing. Something wet and sticky was in my throat. I couldn't breathe. What was going on?! My vision blurrs, the last thing I see is an older woman with long red hair.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't…


Voices.

I still couldn't understand them. They were talking in that language that I didn't know. But they sounded young; one male one female.

Something was in my mouth…and it went down my throat! Am I choking on something!? Strange sounding alarms started going off. Great! I'm choking and now we're under attack.

I slowly open my eyes to see, a tube that was coming out of my mouth. I reached up trying to grab the tube, but only my right-hand listened. A boy, around my age, stepped into my vision. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

The boy, turns away from me and spoke to someone else, in that strange language, before turning back to me, "Do you understand me?"

I tried to nod, thankfully he spoke one language I could understand. I reached for the tube again. I needed this thing out of my throat. Once again, he pulled my hand away.

"Alright, alright, the tube will be removed, but let me do it so you don't hurt yourself," The boy said.

He gently gripped the tube after unhooking a few straps, and slowly began to pull. My body tensed as I felt the tube slide inside throat.

"Easy, just relax," the boy said.

I choked and gaged, once the tube was finally out. My throat felt like it was dry and burning. The boy moved to put some kind of plastic mask on my face. I tried to take the mask off too but the boy stopped me again.

"No, no, keep that on," he said.

"I don't need it. I can breathe," I said.

"Whether you need it or not, is your doctor's decision. Keep it on."

I coughed, "Are you a doctor?"

"Not, yet, but hopefully soon," He grabbed a few objects and came over to me.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"I can't answer that," He said, before taking out a stethoscope, "But you'll be speaking with someone who can soon enough."

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

"I'm taking your vitals, and don't worry I'm a friend. My name is Taiga."

"Taiga? That's an interesting name."

He chuckled, "Well, my mother had interesting tastes."

I nodded, that name did suit him, but I couldn't really tell where he was from. His hair was black, his skin was a caramel, but his eyes were the brightest shade of green I'd ever seen. Judging by his accent he was from America but I couldn't be sure.

"How are you feeling, any pain?" Taiga, asked.

Before I could answer, the door to the right opened and too adults walked in followed by the pretty girl I had seen. One was an older man that looked kind of like the girl, and the other was a woman around the same age but with wild red hair. The woman quickly started to yell in the unknown language, and Taiga answered. God! I wish I could understand what was going on.

"He speaks English!" Taiga said.

The woman looked at me and then back at Taiga shouting an order at him before turning back to me, "Hello, my name is Dr. Amelia McClain. I've been assigned to your case by that lunatic back there," she gestured to the man behind her, "Are you feeling any type of pain or nausea?"

"My stomach feels fine, but arm feels kind of weird," I said, still dazed.

"Your arm?" Dr. McClain when over to my right side.

"No, my left one," I said, looking over to find… "My Arm! W-what happened to my Arm!?"

"Listen sweetheart, I know that this is…" Dr. McClain, started.

"What did you DO to me?!" I shouted at her, as my breath began to pick up.

"We didn't do anything to you, kiddo. We found you like this," Dr. McClain said.

My arm.

It was gone! My mind began to swirl as I started to panic. What happened to my arm?! With an injury like this I would surely be discharged. I had never been anywhere else but the military. Most of my family is dead. I don't have anywhere to go after this. Cap had talked about after the war was over, maybe taking me back to the states…Wait! Cap! Where was Cap!? Did these guys also find him?! Where was he?! He should be here! Unless he didn't… My thoughts slowly faded into darkness.


My eyes, snapped open as I gasped for breath. Where was I?

"Whoa, whoa easy partner," said a familiar voice.

I looked to my left, to find, Cap. There he was in his suit, with his large blue comforting eyes. I wanted to cry. I had never been so happy to see him.

"Cap!" I shouted, immediately wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Whoa, whoa, Bucky! I'm happy to see you too," Cap said.

"What happened?! How did I survive the explosion?" I asked.

Cap pulled away, and looked at me confused, "Bucky, what rocket?"

"On the mission, we went after the Skull, and his rocket was armed with a bomb. I kicked you off, to save you, and then I woke up in a weird looking place, with a guy with a weird name. You weren't there, and… my arm was missing," My eyes immediately darted towards my left hand which, much to my relief looked fine.

"Bucky, when the portal closed, the machine exploded, some of the debris went flying and hit your head. There was no rocket, and you didn't lose your arm. It was just a nightmare," Cap said, pulling me into another hug.

"But it felt so real. I heard their voices so clearly."

"It was probably caused by the head injury."

"You weren't there, Cap; I was all alone. I was surrounded by strange people that I couldn't understand, who cut off my arm."

"It's alright, Bucky. I'm not going anywhere. It was just a dream."

It was just a dream…

It was just a dream…

It was just a dream…


"Cap?" I called out. My throat was burning again.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to see the room I was in before. The same too bright lights. The same strange beeping next to my ear. No…it wasn't real. It couldn't be. I ripped off the thick blanket that was laying on me, and saw what was left of my arm. This wasn't a dream. Cap was the dream.

"Hey, kid. Are you alright?" and unfamiliar voice spoke.

I turned to the voice. My sight was still a bit blurry but I did recognize the man, next to me. He had greying dark brown hair, that was shaved extremely short. He looked more of a chrome dome than a dreamboat. Very light caramel skin, not as dark as Taiga's but not as pale as me, that was covered in moles. Tired, but warm dark brown eyes, stared at me. He was the man who walked in with Dr. McClain.

I looked back at the stub that was once my arm, as my other hand lightly touched the bandages, it hurt, "This wasn't a dream," I mumble.

"No, son, it's not, I'm sorry," the Man said.

"What happened?"

"You were having a panic attack. We had to sedate you, so you didn't hurt yourself."

I looked back at him, "You drugged me?" No wonder I felt like I was buzzed.

"Your body was too weak to handle it. You could've made your heart stop."

I leaned back into the pillow under my head. It was one of softest things I has slept on in a long time.

"Where am I? Where's Cap?" I asked.

"Look son, I don't really know what's going on. I don't know who this Cap is, and I don't know if I can trust you yet, but if you start answering my questions, I'll answer yours. That sound, okay?" the man said.

I nodded. Why did I feel so tired?

"Alright. What's your name?"

"Bucky Barnes, I'm an American elite soldier."

"Oh, an army kid, alright. My name is Christin. I'm what you could say special ops."

"You work in the army?"

"Not exactly, but I'm on your side."

"Where am I?"

"One of my people's safehouses on the coast Northern of Europe."

I nodded. So, I'm not that far from where the Howling Commandos should be.

"Where's Cap?" I asked.

"You've been asking for him a couple times, who is he?"

I wanted to laugh; how did this guy not know who Captain America was? "Cap, as in Captain America. I work with him. I'm Bucky, you know Captain America and Bucky, WWII crime fighting duo."

Christin's eyes, they widened and then dimmed with sadness, "Bucky, what year do you think it is?"

"What are you talking about? Where's Cap?"

"Bucky this is very important. What year do you think it is?"

"It's 1943."

Christin flinched, and looked away, "Bucky," he turned back to me, "It's not 1943."

"What? How long was I out?"

"It's 2016."

"What?!"

2016? I've been gone for over 70 years. How am I alive? I shouldn't be. I thought that I was going to die, on the rocket, but I ended up in another century?! The war is probably over. Did we win? If we did, Cap probably went back to Brooklyn, got married to some lucky dame, and started a family. He always wanted kids.

I shivered. Why was it so cold? The man, Christin, grabbed the blanket that I had kicked off and pulled it back up over me.

"Are you going to call him?" I asked.

"Am I going to call who?" Christin said, adjusting the blanket.

"Cap, I kicked him off the rocket. If I made it, he must have survived. S-someone had to have found him. If you're in the military, h-he'll listen and come, if you just tell him about me…"

"Listen, son. Captain America…fell in the line of duty…in 1943. I'm sorry."

Cap's dead. No, it can't be true. I saved him. I kicked him off the rocket so he wouldn't…Was he killed in another fight? Did him thinking I was dead, got him killed? I-I got him killed. Tears pricked at my eyes and before I knew it, I was crying. Christin immediately pulled me into his arms. It was embarrassing, I'm a soldier, I've seen men die and have been shot at. I shouldn't be crying. Yet, I'm lying in a bed, sobbing like a baby into another man's shoulder. Cap is gone. The Commandos are gone. I'm all alone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said, trying to stop myself.

"No, no, no. Don't be sorry. It's alright to be upset. You are allowed to mourn. Don't ever think that you are denied that right, here," Christin said quickly, as he began to rub my back.

"I'm all alone."

"Not here you're not. We're going to take care of you. It's going to be okay."

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe him, so badly, but…everyone I knew and loved is dead, or will be soon. I don't have a home. The army wouldn't accept a cripple to fight for them. My world was falling apart before my eyes and I didn't know what to do. Christin never pulled away from me, and I eventually cried myself to sleep in his arms.

I was so tired.


A/N:

Okay I know that the Show technically takes place in 2011, and that this fic should be taking place in 2009. But I decided to change the, for…reasons. It just felt like the right move. So, in this fic, the avengers will form in 2018, the events will play out in the show the same but just in a different year (though I'm still unsure about showing them).

AS for Bucky not understanding my OCs in my versions of Mutants, they had invented their own language as a way to safely communicate if they were ever in danger. In this world it is truly not safe for them. Which I have shown in past chapters and will hopefully demonstrate more in later chapters. And yes this means the other were speaking in it in the previous chapters.

I honestly hope that I got all the emotions down and that the pacing wasn't off. I was scared that this was moving too quickly, or that this isn't how the characters would act. Hope I did this right. If not let me know.

And yes! I did look up 40s slang for this! Your welcome!