I don't know who came up with the name, but The Howling Commandos fit our team. We were trained to perform raids, the definition of commandos, and howling, well, that part came from the freedmen on our team. The word howling was an informal meaning of great or extreme. So we were basically called The Great Raiders. Very fitting.

"Ellie, could you do that again?" Howard said from behind a glass window. 

At the moment I was testing my new uniform, it worked very well. I was able to move around comfortably, the armbands worked great, and the boots were ice compatible. I nodded and bent my arm in front of me, my forearm facing outward. I swung my arm out with my palm open and several ice blades shot out and flew across the room. They shattered against the wall and Howard cheered. 

"That is fantastic!" He shouted before writing it down. "Could we get the Captain in here?"

He turned away and Steve walked into the room a few moments later. He was wearing his new uniform and holding his shield. It was painted red around the border, then white, and it continued a circular pattern of red and white until it came to the center, where there was a white star. 

"Could you test out that thing we were talking about?" Howard asked.

"Oh yeah, the one where we do the thing with the thing?" I replied, sarcastically.

"You know what I'm talking about. The-the ricochet off the shield." Howard said.

"We know what you're talking about." Steve laughed and held up his shield in front of him.

"Now, Ellie, you gotta hit the shield at the perfect angle." Howard directed.

I faced Steve and pressed my hands together and brought them apart, creating an ice blade. I threw it at the shield at an angle and it ricocheted off and hit the wall.

"Great! That is for when you guys need a direct hit, but you don't want to be seen, so you could be hiding somewhere and do that." Howard explained. "How about let's head outside, Steve we have a new ride for you, and Ellie, I'd like to see the improvement on your boots."

~~~~~

We were moving quickly on wiping the HYDRA bases off the map, our raids were successful and we became known to the Germans as "a group we shouldn't mess with." The Howling Commandos became my family, the men became my brothers, we'd watch out for each other.

The snow crunched under our feet as we came upon the outskirts of a HYDRA base up north. I was a bit excited when I found out we'd be somewhere with snow. I'd be at an advantage. Steve walked ahead of us and scouted. I had a pistol in my right hand and snowflakes circled around my left. Next to me, Bucky held his trusty sniper. Steve turned and motioned for us to come forward a bit, he stopped in a clearing where it seemed to be empty. This wasn't common. 

"I expected more resistance," I muttered. 

"Mhm," Bucky hummed. 

My eyes pointed upwards into the trees and I saw a branch move. I glanced at Steve, he caught my eye and I pointed up. He looked up and threw his shield like a frisbee into the tree. There was a metallic clang and a man fell to the ground. The shield circled back to Steve, who caught it and placed it back on his arm. 

"Good eye, Ellie." Bucky walked past me. 

"Thank you," I replied. 

~

The next HYDRA base was similar to the factory, army trucks came in and out of a gate, and we stood at the tree line next to the road. Jim whistled as a tank came down the road, he signaled with a flashlight and Jacques ran out with a bomb in hand. We watched as he rolled underneath and attached the bomb to the bottom of the tank. He stood up after it went by and plugged his ears, it blew up in a ball of flames and Jacques smiled and clapped. 

~/~/~

We were back at the base in London for a short while to get rest before the next raid. This also gave us the chance to receive letters from any family and friends. The Howling Commandos sat around a table, each of us with letters in our hands, except for Steve, who was reading a letter with Bucky. In my hand I held a letter from my parents, on the table in front of me was a large envelope, also from my parents.

Dearest Eleanor,
It's so wonderful to hear that you have become so strong in helping to win the war. The Howling Commandos sound like fun and we are glad they are taking care of you! We are hearing news of your progress in the war effort, and there are a lot of films and comics about your friend Steve and we find that very interesting.

The enthusiastic writing hinted that this was written by my mother.

We hope that you are very safe and that you come home soon. We miss you very much.

This was written by my father, his block letters were recognizable by anyone who knew him.

Do you remember the boy that lived across the street named Thomas? He left for the army not long before you. Well, his father got a letter this morning, and he, unfortunately, was killed in action. We are thankful that the same didn't happen to you, keep fighting strong, we will win!
The envelope attached is an old record of yours that we found, thought that we would send it.
Love, mother, and father. 

I put down the letter and sat for a minute. Yes, I remember Thomas, he was very nice and walked around with a grin on his face every day. By high school all the girls were all over him, but I always thought of him as a good friend. 

I reached for the envelope and opened it. A vinyl record slid out onto the table.

"Whoops," I said, quietly. 

"What's that?" Steve pointed. 

"An old record my parents sent me," I said, holding it and reading the title.
'Stormy Weather' Ethel Waters 1933. "This was one of my favorites." 

The room we were sitting in was almost like a living room, a place for sitting in the quiet. It had a bookshelf and a couch as well, and next to the couch, low and behold, was a record player.

"Do you mind if I play this?" I asked. 

"No, go ahead." 

"Not at all."

I stood up and walked over to the record player and placed the record disc on the turn table and put down the needle. There was a crackling noise and I sat down on the couch. The strings played their melody and Ethel began to sing. 

"Don't know why
there's no sun up in the sky,
Stormy weather."

As the lyrics played on, I remembered what it was like back home when this song was played in our living room. We'd be sitting in the quiet during the peak of the Depression. I still donned gloves on my hands, too scared to touch anything. A sick feeling came to my stomach, like an early morning hunger. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked. 

I nodded and looked down, two feet walked up to me and stopped. I looked up and there Bucky stood with his hand out. I raised an eyebrow in question and Bucky pushed his hand forward.

"Come on." He said. I took his hand and stood up, he brought me to the center of the room and turned his hand that was holding mine so that our hands were held up next to us.  "Have you danced before?" Bucky asked.

"With my dad, but I don't think that counts," I said. "And I wouldn't say I'm the best at it."

"It's close enough." He said and he placed his other hand at my waist.

He wiggled his elbow, signaling for me to take his arm, I did so and Bucky began slowly circling us in time to the song. He smiled at me and felt my ears turn pink. His smile was almost too handsome for me to look at. I glanced down at the floor to hide my grin and also try to follow his rhythm and step. Soon I was able to pick up on where and when to step and a small smile pulled at my mouth. 

After a few more turns, Bucky turned to the others and said: "Would anyone else care to dance?"

"I volunteer." Timothy raised his hand and stood up. 

He took Bucky's place and we danced around. To make it even more fun, Timothy would raise his arm and I would twirl before we returned to our original stance. The sick feeling in my stomach went away as everyone took turns dancing with me. If it was Bucky's plan to cheer me up, then it had most definitely worked. 

Jacques took steps in a square as he counted: "Un, deux, trois, quatre." He turned his head to face the men and said, "Voudriez-vous danser avec elle, Steve?" 

"What did he say, Gabriel?" Steve asked. 

"He's asking if you want to dance with Ellie," Gabriel replied. 

"Oh, uh.." Steve hesitated. 

"Steve is waiting for the right partner to dance with," I said, smiling at Steve.

The song ended and I sat down at the table. 

"Thank you, everyone," I said. "Thank you, Bucky." 

Bucky smiled and nodded to me from the table.

We disbanded from the room to meet with Colonel Phillips and discuss further missions. Bucky and I were the last to leave, he could have left earlier, but he waited with me till I put away my record. 

"You are not as bad of a dancer as you say you are." He said once everyone had left the room.

"Well compared to you, I have two left feet, but thank you," I said, standing at the table and putting my letter back in its envelope.

"Do you have a preferred genre of music?" Bucky asked.

"Um, I am not really sure, it changes from time to time," I answered.

"Well, if the time ever comes, it'd be my pleasure to dance with you again, Ellie." He said.

I looked up at him and smiled. I put my letter and record into my bag and pushed in my chair at the table.

"It would be my pleasure as well, Bucky." 

~~~

That night we were able to rest at the S.S.R Base. We were each given separate rooms to sleep in, and in the morning we would be off again. As much I was wanted to take advantage of this rest time, there was too much to think about, and ever since my mission with Wes my sleep was interrupted with nightmares.  

I got out of my bed and walked out into the dark hallway, my hand was out in front of me, reaching out to the air and guiding me to the break room where I knew there would be a pitcher of water and glasses. Once my eyes adjusted to make out the outline of the hallway I walked past three bedroom doors before I came to the door of the break room. I stepped in and reached my hand over to the light switch, flicked it, and quickly closed the door behind me, careful not to let any light flood into the hallway. I found the pitcher of water and three glasses on the table and walked over, to begin pouring myself a glass of water.

"Oh, you're up too." I jumped and spun around at the sound of someone's voice. 

Bucky stood in front of the door and closed it behind him. 

"Oh my gosh, you scared me." I put my hand to my chest and set down my glass of water.

"Didn't mean to, sorry about that." Bucky's hair was a mess and his eyes were squinting against the light. 

Even in the middle of the night I couldn't deny how handsome he was. I suppose I didn't look any better, I was too lazy to put my hair up before going to bed and I was wearing a nightgown. Oh jeez, I'm wearing a night gown. 

"Why aren't you asleep?" Bucky asked. 

"I would ask you the same thing," I answered and crossed my arms.

"I couldn't catch any," Bucky said as he walked over and grabbed the pitcher and began to pour himself a glass of water as well.

"Neither could I," I said, sitting down and putting the glass to my lips. "I was also thirsty."

"Do you often come in here?" He sat down in the seat across from me, ran his hand through his hair then ran it down his face.

"During the night, no," I answered. "Do you?"

"Too often," Bucky replied. "I've been having a hard time sleeping."

"Same here," I said.

"Does Dum Dum Dugan snore too loud?" Bucky joked and I laughed, quietly. 

Timothy's room was next to mine and it's true that he does snore, but he is not the one keeping me up at night.

"It's not Tim that disturbs my slumber," I said. 

"I think you and I have something in common, Ellie." Bucky took a drink of water, then set down his glass. I furrowed my brow in question, not knowing what he could mean. "Now, answer me honestly. Have you gotten sleep since your mission with Lieutenant Mattinson?"

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth ran dry and I stared straight at Bucky. It's amazing how one name can render you speechless, motionless, or give you such a sick feeling. I felt a lump form in my throat and it wasn't long before tears welled up in my eyes. I clenched my jaw and stiffly shook my head no. 

"I didn't think so," he said. He looked down for a moment, perhaps he was waiting for me to say something. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

I breathed in, running my index finger around the rim of my glass. "I can't even close my eyes without..." I swallowed. "Without seeing Wes on the ground. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong."

"You did your best," Bucky said.

"I ran, Bucky," I looked up. "I ran straight out of there, leaving all of you behind to die." 

"If you had stayed, you would have died. Or worse." Bucky returned. 

"Yeah, but other prisoners could have gotten out, I had two other men waiting for me and Peggy on a helicopter." 

"You gave us hope," Bucky said. "We were all waiting for you to come back with more people, but even better you came back with Steve."

"Why aren't you able to sleep?" I quickly asked, changing the subject from myself. Bucky sat back at my abrupt question. "You said 'or worse'. What does that mean?"

"Why are you changing the subject?" Bucky questioned. 

"Why are you avoiding the subject I'm changing to?" I narrowed my eyes and Bucky smiled from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced down and his smile went away. "Remember when you and Steve found me on the table in that room?" Bucky asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"I didn't tell you this, I only told Steve- actually I barely told Steve." Bucky's tone immediately changed. "After the prisoners fought off the soldiers when you left, I was taken to that room by Arnim Zola, Schmidt's head scientist. They did some sort of testing on me, every day I was injected with something, I'm not sure what, but it hurt like hell." He rubbed the back of his neck and I grimaced. "It was like I was some sort of lab rat, it came to a point where I almost forgot who I was. But, I always believed that you might just come back to get everyone out of there." Bucky looked me in the eyes and my expression softened. "Half of me didn't want you to come back, because if HYDRA had seen your abilities, who knows what they would have done to you if you were captured." 

I sat in silence, Bucky stared at his glass of water. It was hard to imagine what sort of torture he had to go through. In these couple of months knowing him, I had come to find that he was kind-hearted and good. He always found a way to cheer me and the rest of the Commandos up, and now that I knew this, it broke my heart. 

"Bucky, I'm so sorry," I managed. 

"Don't be, it's not your fault," Bucky replied. "And don't say it is because you didn't stay. I'm the one who told you to go, Wes wanted you to go. It wasn't your fault, you did your best. End of discussion."

I gave a sad smile. "I still feel awful, is that allowed?" 

Bucky exhaled through his nose. "Not for long." 

I glanced down and crossed my arms over my chest. My brow furrowed and I looked back up. "Why didn't you tell Steve everything?" 

Bucky leaned back and took in a deep breath. "I can't have him worry about me. That's not his job." 

My lip twitched and I tilted my head. "Then why'd you tell me?" 

Bucky hid his sly grin behind his glass of water as he took another drink. I held back a smile and tilted my head, waiting for his answer. He set down his glass and his eyes flicked up to my face. 

"Because I trust you, Ellie," he answered. I gave him a dubious look to hide my shock. And to hide how much those words affected me. Bucky caught my doubtfulness. "I really do. You're a good person, I can tell. You really care about people and I love that." He paused. "I find it comforting." 

 I couldn't hold back my grin this time. "Thank you, that was nice to hear." Bucky shrugged it off and I quietly laughed. "I trust you, too. You're a good man, Bucky." 

He gave a thin smile then glanced at the clock on the wall. "Jesus, it's late. You should get some sleep." He sat up. 

"So should you," I said, standing up. 

"Yeah, I should." Bucky nodded and stood up as well. 

I walked to the door and when I turned around Bucky was standing behind me. 

"Hey, if you need to talk about anything, just come to me," he said. 

"Thanks, I'll remember that." I smiled and opened the door behind me. I stepped into the dark hallway and looked over at Bucky. 

"You go on, I'm getting the lights." He nodded down the hall. 

"Alright, goodnight," I said. 

"Goodnight."

The light behind me went out as I walked down the hallway. My shadow disappeared and I slowly made my way to my bedroom, but something inside made me stop. I stood still in the dark, nothing in front of me but more hallway. My heart lightly tapped against my chest. I turned around and felt the presence of someone in front of me. I could very faintly hear their breathing, for some reason I felt the need to hold my own breath.

"Bucky?" I whispered.

"I'm here." He whispered back.

We stood in silence, I wasn't really sure why. I looked up, my eyes slightly adjusted to the outline of his face, then I felt his hand on the side of my neck. His thumb touched my jaw and cheek. His face got close to mine, and two lips were suddenly, but softly pressed to mine. My lips softened against his and we lingered before he pulled away and his hand left my neck. 

"Goodnight, Ellie." 

His footsteps faded away down the hall and I went to my bedroom. 

I slept all night.

~~~

Shortly after our break, we were back in action hunting down HYDRA bases. This time we had a camera with us, not really sure why something about showing the Americans our progress. Mostly what the camera was recording was our company fooling around and having fun. A lot of laughter and jokes. Bucky and I never mentioned to anyone about our stay at the S.S.R Base. We acted as nothing happened around the others, but it wasn't rare for Bucky to sneak another kiss when no one was looking or hold my hand under a table. I thought it was romantic, and it was exciting to have this little secret. 

The Commandos stood around the back of one of our trucks, looking down at a map, Steve had a compass out and was pointing out possible ways we could get into another base. I stood to the right of him, looking down at the map, Bucky stood to his left. 

"There's a back road over here, if it's quiet enough, we can take it," said Steve. 

The cameraman got closer to the map and then angled it upward so that it faced us. I looked directly at the lens and crossed my eyes, puffed out my cheeks and blew out a cloud of white air. Bucky laughed at that. The cameraman then moved to stand behind Steve, I glanced back down at the map and my eyes caught sight of a picture on the lid of Steve's compass. It was a picture of Peggy. Steve closed the compass and rolled up the map. 

"Let's move." He said. 

"Back road?" Bucky asked. 

"Yep." Steve nodded.

We hopped into the back of the truck and made it to the back road, we parked the truck and jumped out. The Commandos moved forward and we walked along the tree line, the back gate was slowly making its way into our sight. The facility was one of the smaller ones, perhaps a place to keep the weapons, it was just one large, brick building.

"No one is guarding it," I observed.  

"This gate probably hasn't been used in a while," Steve replied. 

We walked up to the gate, a large padlock and chains stood in our way, nothing we hadn't dealt with before. Steve broke it off with his shield and we moved in, guns out and ready to fight whatever was in our way. I caught sight of a HYDRA soldier and created a projectile to throw at him. It impaled his chest and he crumpled to the ground. 

"Jacques, plant as many explosives around the place as you can," Steve ordered. 

Gabriel repeated the command in French and Jacques ran off. HYDRA soldiers began walking out from the facility, I brought out my handgun and shot those who I wouldn't be able to accurately hit with ice. Within a few minutes, Jacques came running back from behind the brick building. 

"Se mettre à l'abri!" He shouted. 

"What!" I yelled.

"Take cover!" Gabriel translated. 

We ran a few feet backwards. I kneeled to the ground and lifted my arm to create a wall of ice. Steve kneeled beside me, held up his shield and the rest of the commandos got behind us. There was a loud boom and a wave of heat blew past us. We waited for silence and Steve stood up and motioned for us all to stand. All that was left of the building was a bit of foundation and metal scraps.

"Let's search for any items that could be of use to us," said Steve. "Bucky, get onto high ground and keep an eye out for any surviving soldiers." 

Bucky nodded and walked up to the side of the foundation, climbed up the rubble and lowered himself down to keep out of sight with his gun at the ready. The rest of us looked around the debris and inspected the scraps of metal. There was a gunshot and we looked up to see a HYDRA soldier fall from a wall, Steve looked to Bucky and nodded.

We had taken almost every HYDRA base and factory, but it wouldn't make any difference if the man creating the HYDRA weapons was around. Arnim Zola, the scientist working for Schmidt. We found out that Zola was making his way to the HYDRA Headquarters via train and under the orders of Colonel Phillips, we were going to capture him.

~

We stood on a cliff of a snowy mountain, below us was a train track that wound around the mountain across from us. A thick cord extended down from our cliff to the other mountain, it would be our drop off to the train. James stood at the edge of the cliff with binoculars, I sat on the ground, the snow not bothering me in any way, Bucky stood next to me and watched as I swirled my hand around the ground and snowflakes would follow in a small twister. 

"Look at her, Ellie is just having the time of her life while we freeze our asses off," said Bucky. 

"This is much better than being in a desert, when you're hot and sweaty there is not much you can do," I replied. 

"Hush, I'm trying to get the trains signal," Jim said.

He was sitting with Gabe next to a radio. They wore headsets and turned knobs on the box, trying to get the right connection.  

Bucky kneeled down next to me and began to pick up the snow and pack it into a ball. I glanced at him and eyed his blue jacket then quietly chuckled. 

"What?" Bucky looked at me. 

I reached forward and played with the collar. "Nothing, just Howard's fashion choices." 

"I think I look very handsome," he replied quietly. 

"You do, I just think it's funny," I said. 

"Okay, Miss Unitard," Bucky shot back. 

My jaw dropped with a quiet laugh and he grinned. He glanced around us before quickly kissing my forehead and continuing to make a snowball. I smiled lightly and glanced at the others as well. 

"Are we going to tell them about us?" I whispered. 

Bucky looked at me, smiled, and looked at the snowball in his hand. "How about when we win the war?" He said. "We should also catch a dance when that happens."

"Deal," I replied. 

"There was one year during Christmas when it snowed so much, my sisters and I went outside and made a huge snowman." Bucky set down the first snowball and began to make another one. "We were so proud of it, he had a top hat, carrot nose and red scarf, a typical snowman, but we thought it was the best snowman we had ever seen, and if anyone else would ever make one in our neighborhood, ours would still be the best." Bucky made one last snowball and placed it on top. A little snowman sat in front of us. 

"I don't remember ever making snowmen," I said. 

"With your abilities, that surprises me," Bucky replied. 

"I'm sure I did when I was really young, but as soon as this happened," I turned my hand around so that the top of my hand faced upward, revealing the violet color, "my parents didn't want me going outside, in fear that the winter would make it worse." 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the winter, does it get worse- or, how would you say it, do your powers increase?" Bucky asked. 

"I'm sure that if I didn't have control over my abilities, we'd be sitting on a giant block of ice and I would be the center of it," I answered. 

"Would you be able to freeze the train?" Bucky asked. 

"If she was able to, I'd hope that we weren't on the train if she did." Steve turned and looked down at us. 

"Nervous about it?" I asked as Bucky and I stood up.

"I don't want to be late," Steve said, looking back at the tracks and the chord.

Bucky and I stood on either side of him. 

"Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asked Steve. 

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve replied. 

"This isn't payback is it?" Bucky looked at the long cord. 

"Now why would I do that?" Steve smiled. I laughed and lightly pushed Steve's arm.

"We were right. Dr. Zola's on the train." Gabe said, holding one earphone to his ear. "HYDRA dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he's going, they must need him bad." 

Steve put on his helmet and we grabbed our zip line handles, hooking them onto the cord. 

"Let's get going because they're moving like the devil." Said James.

I looked over to see the train coming down the tracks from a bridge.

"Jesus, that is fast," I whispered. 

"We only got about a 10-second window." Said Steve, getting ready to go down the cord. "You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield."

"Mind the gap," James added. 

"Better get moving, bugs!" Timothy shouted. 

Steve held onto his handlebar, waiting for Jacques to signal, his hand was raised and he threw it down yelling: "Go!" 

Steve zipped down the line, then Bucky, then me, and Gabe. As soon as the train was under us, we let go and landed on the cars. We walked down them, jumping in between the gaps and heading towards the front of the train. We got to a car with a ladder going down the side and Steve climbed down and Bucky patted my back, signaling for me to go next, he followed after me while Gabe stayed above to keep watch. 

Steve slid open the car door, we got inside, and Bucky closed the door behind us. Inside there was shelving in the middle of the car with different boxes stored on them, but we weren't worried about those. I took out my handgun, and Bucky took out his rifle. Steve held his shield in his left hand and a handgun in his right. Steve went down the left side of the shelving while Bucky and I walked down the right to the door. With Steve leading the way, the door was opened to the next car, and it was empty the rest of the way.

"I don't like this," I said quietly, white vapor clouding out with my words. 

"It'll be alright, doll," Bucky replied. 

Steve walked forward slowly while Bucky and I stayed a few steps back. Steve went through the first door, then the second and into the next car. I was about to follow when the doors suddenly slid shut. Steve whipped around and looked through the glass window. I banged on the door, then Bucky grabbed my shoulder and shoved me to the side behind a stack of boxes. I looked down our car to see a HYDRA soldier. Bucky was quick to begin shooting at him. Gunshots came from Steve's car, and then a crash. 

I turned to the soldiers that kept entering our car and began to shoot with my gun. I began to wish that I had a gun like Bucky's with multiple rounds, it wasn't long before I ran out of bullets. 

"Bucky! I need another gun!" I shouted.

"Hang on! Use your ice for a minute!" Bucky shouted back. 

I flung my hand out towards the soldiers and three icicles shot out and impaled a soldier. There was another boom and crash from Steve's car, and a bullet whizzed past my head. 

"Bucky!" I shouted and held my hand out to him. 

He reached into his holster and tossed me another handgun. I shot at the soldier and some clicks came from Bucky's rifle, he glanced at me with a look of fear. 

I flung my hand out again, three icicles flew out and hit the soldier's mask, stunning him for a moment. Bucky ran over to my side and I handed him my. A loud blast came from Steve's car, I looked back to see him at the window. Bucky's gun clicked, and he crouched down behind the boxes with me. 

"Shit, Ellie, I'm sorry." He said through gritted teeth. 

It came to my realization that these men may not kill us, but they would take us for experiments. I reached down and gripped Bucky's hand for reassurance. As the soldier got closer to us, we exchanged glances, knowing that we wouldn't go without a fight. 

Before we could even stand up, the car door slid open. We looked over and Steve tossed his handgun to Bucky. Steve ran forward, pushed a box to let it slide towards the soldier who moved over and Bucky stood up and shot him in the head. I stood up to join them. 

"We had him on the ropes," Bucky said. 

"I know you did," Steve replied. 

There was a ringing sound and Steve looked behind him at the door. I looked over to see a HYDRA soldier standing with two large guns harnessed to him with blue light coming from the barrel. 

"Get down!" Steve yelled, pushing Bucky behind him and holding up his shield. 

I crouched down in the corner, and a ball of blue shot out and ricocheted off Steve's shield then blew open the side of the train. Steve was on the ground, his shield was picked up by Bucky who began walking forward and shooting with his handgun.

"Buck, no!" I shouted as the blue light came again and blew Bucky back and out the side of the car. 

The HYDRA soldier began walking forward. I stood up, created a blade of ice and ran forward, taking the blade and stabbing it through his neck. Steve stood up and ran over to the hole in the side of the car. 

"Bucky!" I heard him shout. 

I ran over as Steve began to climb along the side of the train, Bucky was hanging on to a bar on the side of the train, his feet dangling above a deadly drop. 

"Ellie, stop the train!" Steve shouted at me. 

I looked down at the tracks and held out my hands; cold, white air blew from my palms and formed ice on the wheels and tracks. The wheels were too fast and broke the ice. I leaned forward to try to get closer but felt myself lose balance. I grabbed onto the side of the train and looked over to Steve and Bucky. Steve was holding his hand out to Bucky as the bar began to come loose off the train. Bucky reached for Steve as the bar broke off, their hands just missed each other and Bucky's scream filled the air as he plummeted off the side of the mountain. 

What I thought to be the echo of his scream turned out to be my own. White vapor clouded around me and my scream turned into sobs. Ice spread from my fingertips to the side of the car, Steve held onto his bar and leaned into the train, his shoulders shaking as he began to cry. 

I backed away from the opening and reached out to Steve to pull him back onto the car. Our mission wasn't over yet. We made our way to the front of the train where we found Gabriel holding Dr. Zola at gunpoint. Gabriel turned his head to look at us, saw our solemn faces and realized that Bucky wasn't with us. 

"Where's Sergeant Barnes?" He asked.