Steve hit the floor three hours later. The webbing holding his body to the ceiling disintegrated and he fell right to the ground with an audible thump.

"Ugh," he groaned, rolling over onto his back. He stared up at the spot he had been just a moment before. Although he had been physically trapped up there, it was still more peaceful then what awaited him down below: an angry Bucky, which was way worse than an angry Natasha.

  "Bucky," Steve said, propping himself up on his elbows. "Let me explain-!"

  Bucky held up a hand. "Oh, I've heard quite enough," he sneered.

  "But-from who?" Steve asked, voice breaking.

  Bucky rolled his eyes. "If you'd shut up and listen, you'd hear them too."

  Steve obeyed and closed his mouth, listening intently for the outside world, and whatever it was Bucky was alluding to.

Then he heard it.

The shouts.

The screams.

  "The Avengers can't protect us anymore!"

  "Justice for Tony Stark!"

  "No more Captain America!"

  "No more Steve Rogers!"

  "Justice for New York City!"

Steve placed his head in his hands, shame overwhelming him. "How do they know?" He asked in a defeated voice.

Bucky sighed heavily. "That girl, MJ, took a video. It's all over the internet."

Steve didn't know how to react to that. He felt hollow, empty, as if someone had taken to a shovel to his insides and carved him out like a pumpkin. "No," he huffed, unable to catch his breath. "No, no, it was a mistake! I-I didn't mean it! Please-!"

  Bucky cut him off with a harsh glare. His blue eyes were stony, like frozen-over lakes, not revealing any hidden emotion that may lay beneath.

  "You should have thought of that before you assaulted your own teammate," he said cooly, turning his back on his best friend. "The damage is already done. There's nothing more to do."

  Steve shook his head, panic making his muscles go taunt. "No, there must be something! You have to save me, Bucky! I have no where else to go!"

  But Bucky was already walking away. He had said everything that needed to be said, but there was nothing Steve could say that would make him listen. Steve had gone into the Civil War a different man then that that came out. Before, there was a reason behind all this blind betrayal, and that reason was Bucky. But now, Steve had Bucky. There was no more reason for this unwanted tension, so why did he still fight?

  Bucky wasn't fond of the man that came out on the other side of his second war.

  As soon as Bucky stepped through the threshold, S.H.I.E.L.D agents rushed into the bedroom and noise of resistance sounded from inside. Steve Rogers was dragged from the room, thrashing and struggling in the arms of the agents that were sent to escort him from the premises. Bucky had to avert his eyes. This time, it wasn't Steve losing Bucky, but Bucky letting go.

  Natasha placed a comforting hand on Bucky's shoulder, although the true pain she felt was clear on her face. But, if she wanted to hide it, she would.

  "I'm sorry," Nat said. "I know how much he meant to you."

  Bucky let out a long breath. "He meant a lot more to me before the Civil War."

  Nat nodded, maybe in agreement, maybe in understanding. "C'mon," She said, the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. "Clint's making breakfast."