The End Of The Line

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Just a small one shot!

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"I guess this is the end of the line." Bucky decides as he watches Banner tried and fail to bring Steve back from the time machine, the brunette turns and started to walk away. As he leaves he can hear Sam yelling at Banner to bring Steve back.

Wanda turns away from the time machine, finding Bucky was missing. She looks around before she spots him walking down a path. She quickly hurries after him through the woods.

"You're not waiting for Steve?" Her question has him stopping and turn to face her, he shook his head with his hands deep in his pockets.

"No. He made his choice."

She slowly approached him. "Are you ok?" She asks with worry.

He studies her. "I say yes. You gonna root around in my brain again?"

"No!" She shook her head. "Not without your permission."

He sighed heavily and shook his head. "No, But I'm adjusting." He eyes her. "What about you?" He asks. "Are you ok?"

She chewed on her bottom lip. "Like you. Adjusting."

"You should go back to the others." Bucky told her gently, before he turns to wanting to walk down the path.

"Could you use some company?" Wanda asks gently.

Bucky stops and turns to her. "Sure."

She walks up to him and gently took his vibranium arm and gently hugged it.

"That's my vibranium arm." He told her gently.

"I know." She looks up at him. "I'm not afraid of you."

The two start to walk down the path that Bucky had started, they fell into a comfortable silence.

"Why didn't you go with Steve?" Wanda gently broke the silence as they walked, then realized her question. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

He smiles softly. "It's ok. I would love to go back home." He pulls her to a fallen log and they sit down together. "I miss my mom and my sisters." He looks out towards an empty field, a lost look on his face. "I joined the army to protect the innocent." He sighs with a sigh, as Wanda watched him silently.

Bucky shook his head. "But I can't go home." His shoulders slumped and he ran both his hands through his hair, before setting his arms on his knees and lacing his fingers together as he was slouched forward.

"Why not?" She asks in a whisper.

"I died in 1945." He answered, not looking at her as he continued to stare off into space. "I was suppose to."

Wanda wanted to put her hand on his back, but hesitated then decided to go ahead and gently placed her hand on his back. She gently patted his back for support and comfort.

"It's complicated, but here's a short version. My whole unit had been captured." Bucky explained. "And I don't know if it was cause I'm Captain America's best friend, or I'm a Sargent. Maybe both. But Zola experimented on me. Steve found me, rescued me." He paused at that, a bit of a memory flashing into his mind's eye. "I was always rescuing him." He took a moment to feel her hand on his back, it was soothing. "Anyway, not long after that Steve formed a team called The Howling Commandos."

"I'm sorry, I don't know that name." Wanda said softly.

Bucky smiled gently. "There's a museum in Washington DC about Steve. But if you ask Barton, I'd bet he'd be more then happy to take you there."

She thought for a moment, thinking about it, then shook her head. "No." She removed her hand, before she slides her arms around his vibranium arm and hugged it. "I want you to take me."

He lifts his head to look at her. "Then you, doll, we have a date." His Brooklyn accent slipped through.

"Maybe I ask how you supposedly die?" She asks, almost hesitantly.

Bucky turns back around to face the field. "We kept taking down HYDRA." He answered. "We had a really good team." He looks off into space. "One day, we were so close to capturing Zola." He explained, lost in his memory. "and I got ambushed when we got inside the train. I got thrown out, and."-

"Stop." Wanda whispered. "You don't have to continue."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You root in my head?" He wasn't accusing, not a questioned either, just a statement.

Her lower lip trembled. "I, I didn't mean too." She stuttered apologetic. "I'm sorry." Her voice shook a little.

He shook his head. "It's ok."

Wanda studied him, wondering what the future holds. "What will you do now?"

Bucky sighed heavily and shrugs his right shoulder. "Go back to New York, see if I can find where my parents and sisters are buried at. Find a place in Brooklyn."

"Would you like some company?" Wanda asks, then blushes when he looks at her. "To find your family I mean." She quickly clarifies.

He smiles softly. "That'd be great. But only if you want to."

She leans to him, kissing his bearded cheek. "I want to."