Summary: "Do I get a second chance? Should I change what happened? Will it make it better or should I make peace with what happened and say goodbye?"

Bucky and Sam are sent on a small mission. Bucky ends up transported to 1945. He thinks he may get a second chance but time travel is tricky. Does he want to risk it to have a normal life or will he just make his peace and say his goodbyes? Or maybe he just gets stuck there with no way home. Rated M for language and anything else I may put in here.

A/N: Hello reader! You have stumbled across my story. Please take a moment to read this, I would like you to please keep in mind that this is in fact the first story that I have written since like 2014 so I'm not sure how good this is going to be. I ask you to be kind and please if you have any constructive criticism to help this be better please feel free to. I will really appreciate it. Also please note that this will not be updated regularly. I am trying to write a few chapters ahead of what I have uploaded. I can't tell you how many times I have written this chapter just to rewrite it again and again till I got this. There may be a re-edit of this story multiple times. I make no promises that this is the final edit. Tages and all that could change periodically. I had this idea and I thought I'd try my hand at it. I'm going to try really hard to finish it. Also note that for the purpose of this story Tony is still alive. Plot hole right now because I'm not sure how to tie in the fact that he didn't die in Endgame but Steve is still gone. Also Bucky has long hair still. I just like the idea there is no reason. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

I do not own any of the characters or anything along those lines.

Thank you and please enjoy!

Update: I have stated that I am now working with a Beta/editor so somethings are changed in the chapters. They're small changes so you may not notice, but I am going through them to update them. Chapter got more changes but I have posted it yet as my editor hasn't reviewed them yet. If you're new when I upload it then you won't notice the difference but those who have read it before would see the changes. Anyway enough out of me. Enjoy!

He said that it wasn't stable, that he didn't know what it did; he said it multiple times. It seemed safe though, all it was doing was sitting there collecting dust, it should be fine…. right? All of the sudden it was like a vortex opened, colors danced and the air seemed to fly by. Then it was cold and a feeling of weightlessness before a hard impact and darkness.

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They had been traveling for about 2 days after dropping Zola off at the Allies drop point. They were sent on one more mission before going back to base camp. He knew the others were tired. He could sense their exhaustion, by the way they spoke and their footsteps. After all, he was feeling the effects of the last few days as well. He could handle more than the others but that didn't mean that he didn't get worn out too. They trekked through the snow, hoping they wouldn't have to sleep in it again. It wasn't looking like they were going to be that lucky.

The last couple days had been rough. Rougher than he was used to and they were at war. Losing someone that close….. Well it hurts. He was family. The only one the man had left. After losing his mother, Steve thought Bucky would always be there. 'Till the end of the line, guess this was the end' He thought bitterly. It was stupid to think they both would make it out of this damn war together. Very few had that luxury and even then they sometimes lost something anyway.

Steve was struck out of his thoughts by an odd noise. If asked what it was he was sure couldn't quite describe it. He looked back at the others just in case he was hearing things, seemed unlikely but better to check, or if they had made the noise. He could tell by their reactions that none of them had made it and that they did indeed hear it. He looked around the area, straining his eyes and ears.

"Keep on your guard." Steve said quietly toward the team. He takes a few steps before a body falls right in front of him with a solid thump. Someone screams, if pressed Steve would bet it was Dugan, though he knew the man wouldn't admit it. Dernier cursed very loudly in French while the others jumped. Morita fell on his backside with a curse. 'I swear these men and their mouths…' Steve took a step back and observed the body.

He cautiously walked over, his shield held in front of him. As he approached he saw long dark hair, a very broad back and muscular arms. Steve stopped in shock; the person was alive, though seemingly unconscious.

He got closer and took in more details. The man was wearing black pants with large pockets tucked into black combat boots. He wore a black leather jacket that seemed to have a hood, with black gloves on both hands. 'Hmm…Not standard military uniform from any of the allied forces or the Germans… '.

He continued to slowly move closer, making very little noise. He saw no blood which was strange as the man had hit hard. Steve reached out with his left foot and nudged slightly. This got no reaction. Maybe he really was out cold, definitely not surprising. He knelt down and checked his pulse; steady.

"Whatcha think Cap?" Morita asked softly, having stood up and brushed the snow from him.

"He's alive but unconscious." Steve replied, sitting on his heels before standing back up.

"That's a….. man? With long hair like that?" Dugan asked incredulously.

"I'm pretty sure a woman wouldn't be built like that." Jones quipped. Steve rolled his eyes.

"Cover me. I don't want to get caught off guard." He said, slinging his shield over onto his back. He heard them all get ready, tensing with their weapons raised. .

Steve kneeled down again beside the man and felt for weapons. He pulled three knives and two odd looking pistols, all different sizes and most likely different caliber, from his pockets and his left boot. He wore a gun holster around his shoulders that would have been hidden by his jacket. He handed them to Monty before turning back to the man.

"Alright mystery falling man, time to see who you are." He murmured, before grabbing his right shoulder and pulling toward the blond; he was heavy. He turned over and the dark haired head lolled to the side. Steve grabbed his chin, feeling some stubble and turned it so he could see his face. His breath left his lungs like he had been punched as he took in the man's features. There was no way. The blond heard one of the guys curse before he shook his head and said: "What the hell is going on?"

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"Bucky….. What the hell are we doing here?" Said man sighed as Sam asked for the 10th time.

"Did you not listen the first time?" Bucky asked, giving him a hard look. He really hated repeating himself.

"Dude! You never actually said anything except something about an old Hydra Base." He threw his arms up in exasperation. Bucky blinked at his statement. 'I…. I didn't tell him? Oops….'

"I didn't?"

"No!"

"My bad." He deadpanned. The smaller man groaned. Bucky would never admit that his irritation gave him great satisfaction. Sam's reactions were always so funny and Bucky enjoyed it. After so many years of strict life filled with pain and death, having some fun and picking on someone makes something light flutter in his chest. It felt good even if Sam didn't find it very funny.

"Coulda sworn I did. Must have just thought I did." Bucky shrugs looking at Sam with a twinkle of sarcasm in his eyes.

"I can't read your mind man." Sam grumbled, a little irritated.

"Good. It's dark in there, I'm sure there's some cobwebs and spiders."

"Gross… So you gonna tell me now?" Bucky looked him in the eyes with a blank look but Sam knew him well enough to see the mischievous glint. Bucky thought about the answer and really wanted to say no….

"I swear if you say no and walk away I'm gonna throw this shield at your ankles."

He chuckled. "I'd like to see you try Bird Man. Fine, Stark said that his new fancy satellites are detecting some weird energy here. He saw it was a Hydra base and asked if I wanted to check it out."

"Was that so hard, you fossil?" Sam asked with a huff.

"Yes…. It took everything out of me." Bucky's eyes crinkled as he smiled

"Now you really sound ancient. Do you know where it's at?"

"Nope." The taller man turned and continued down the hall. Sam groaned again but Bucky heard him follow.

"You sure this place is empty?" He asked

"If it wasn't, we would have been attacked by now because you are so noisy."

"First off: Rude. Second: What are we looking for?"

"Great question…"

"Damn it, Bucky!"

"Be mad at Stark! He said that it would give off some kind of pressure or maybe a weird noise. It wouldn't look like it belongs. He's not sure what it does but he did say it probably wasn't stable so be careful. He's probably full of shit, anyway." The two came up to a split in the hallway. Bucky looked down both sides and neither looked dangerous or any different. The former assassin really hated these bases.

"Still not helpful." He sighed. "I'll go left, you go right."

"Be careful, Sam. I'm sure Hydra wouldn't have left this place undefended. Keep on the lookout for traps."

"Same to you." He said as he slowly walked down the left corridor. Bucky watched him for a moment with a raised eyebrow before turning and walking down the opposite hall. He knew this base is as harmless as they come. This base was where they stored their useless shit; too bad he wasn't in that category before. Lots of people would probably still be alive even if he wasn't, though the more Bucky thought about it, Hydra would have found someone else to do their bidding. He shook his head trying to dislodge the dark thoughts that were slowly building, now was not the time, he'd have time later… at home.

He walked down the dark hallway. When Hydra was active they never really took very good care of their bases, or their equipment if he really thought about it. He had been here only once or twice so he didn't remember much but he did know there was a room up ahead where they stored some of their tech. He guessed he could check that one first. He walked silently toward it keeping his eyes and ears open. He got to the room and opened the door with a low creak, peeking in and looking around. Sam came over the comms.

"Status?" Bucky rolled his eyes. Did he think he'd get into trouble if he wasn't right by his side? Sam got into more stuff than Bucky. He's Captain America now, he wore a giant target. Bucky was a trained former assassin for fuck's sake… Being stealthy was a skill he used a lot.

"There's a room where they stored their tech they thought couldn't be used. Figured I'd start there."

"Smart. I'm in a big room, looks like a lab."

"Careful. Some stuff might still be volatile." Sam made a sound that could only be described as uncomfortable. Bucky eased into the room and looked around. He heard a machine running. He got into a stance so that nothing could jump him and took in the room. He saw all kinds of different machines before he saw the one that was on. It had lights on the top, there were 4 in total, 3 yellow and one green. He slowly walked toward it. It didn't look special, kinda like a generator. It was tall coming up to his chest and wasn't wide but it looked clunky and hard to move. It had a screen on it and all these weird looking antennas on the top with a plate-like platform attached to the bottom. The noise it made was a whining sound that grinded Bucky's nerves.

"Sam, I found something. Looks like a weird version of a generator. It has a screen and what looks like dates on it." He started fiddling with it.

"On my way. Don't touch anything."

"Too late." Bucky replied, with an unconcerned tone.

Another groan. "Bucky you idiot. We don't know what this thing does. Didn't Stark say that it wasn't stable?"

"Looks stable enough to me."

"You are not exactly the poster child for stability. Stop touching till I get there." As Sam said that Bucky touched another button and the date changed. It read 1945-02-17. The former assassin frowned, confusion etched on his face. 'Why that one? Wasn't that a few days after I….. fell? ' A green button appeared. It was in Russian "Perekhod". If it was even possible Bucky's frown got deeper. 'What was it transitioning and where? ' He wanted to know more so his dumbass pressed it. Right as he pressed it Sam walked in the door.

"Bucky no!" He shouted as the machine activated.

There was a bright light, making both men close their eyes from the onslaught. Then it changed to a swirl of colors. Bucky suddenly felt his stomach drop and nausea hit. Something seemed to pull him and he felt like he was falling. The colors left and he was hit with a biting cold and a weightlessness like that of falling. He opened his eyes and saw trees and snow. He was indeed falling. Before he could make any noise, he saw the familiar red, white and blue shield, though he may be wrong seeing as he was falling rather rapidly toward the ground. Then darkness struck as he hit the ground. To be really frank…. He really regretted pressing that fucking button.

A/N: Thanks for reading chapter one. I hope it was good. Again I've changed this so many times. Please be patient and I appreciate any commentary you may note also that my documents that I'm using it won't put the Russian in there the way its meant to so whats in there is a version of it. I don't speak Russian so I am not sure if the translation is correct or not. Please don't come at me for it. If anything is incorrect and you know the correct pronunciation and wording please let me know and I will correct it. Thank you!