Time seemed to stand still for Steve and Bucky as the wall of the train car split open from the blast of the weapon in the Hydra's soldiers hand. Bucky was pushed through the hole from the sudden force, just barely catching hold of a metal bar that was still attached to the wall, leaving him hanging on for his life to the bar. Steve, shaking off the shock quickly, panic and adrenaline quickly setting in, rushed to the opening and moved out onto a ledge, trying to reach Bucky.

"Grab my hand!" Steve yelled as he reached out to Bucky, trying to grab him before the bar he was holding gave way under his weight. Bucky tried reaching out to him, all the while trying not to fall to his death. Ominous creaking and groaning could be heard from the metal siding that the two were holding onto desperately, the metal threatening to give way at any second and plummeting them both to their deaths.

"I can't reach! You're to far away!" Bucky yelled as he tried reaching for Steve's extended hand. He clung for dear life to the metal bar, his feet scrambling for a hold on the ridged siding of the wall. He couldn't find purchase on the slippery side, the wind pushing against him not helping him get a good foot hold or grip on the bar and the falling flakes freezing his fingers and hands to the point that they were numb and he couldn't grip very well with them.

"Come on, just a little farther!" Steve moved a little farther out, his feet slipping a little on the slick side of the wall. His muscles strained as he stretched his arm as far out as he could, trying to reach Bucky before it was to late. They were so close, the tips of their fingers just barely brushing the others.

Bucky had just barely reached Steve's hand before the metal bar finally gave away, the bolts and screws breaking from their holes in the metal with a screech. With a last look of terror and panic to Steve, Bucky fell down into the gully, towards the ice and snow covered rocks and river. As he fell, he cried out, hand still outstretched as if to grab Steve's, which was still reaching for him as he fell.

"BUCKY!" Steve cried out as he watched his best friend plummet to his death before he could no longer see him. Steve's cry echoed against the rock along with the final scream that Bucky had let out as he fell to his death. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he looked away, his hands clenching into fists. Gone were the thoughts of the war against Hydra and his mission. The only thought that filled his mind was of Bucky and how he had lost him once again.

Steve opened his eyes as he watched the clouds pass the large, expansive window of the cockpit of the Hydra plane he was currently in control of. He had just gotten in contact with Peggy and had told her of his plane to bring the plane down. He gripped the steering control of the plane tightly as he steeled himself for what he was going to do.

"Steve wait, we'll get someone to shoot down the plane or Howard can-" Peggy tried to change his mind, trying to save his life.

"No Peggy, I'm to close to land and civilization. If I don't bring down this plane now, millions of lives will be lost." Steve stated, standing firm in his decision.

"But Steve-"

"I'm sorry Peggy...but there's no other way." Steve cut her off, glancing at the radar that showed him how close he was to land. Every second that passed by, he got closer and closer to land, making it mandatory he brought the plane down as soon as possible.

Silence was what answered him before Peggy finally replied. "If you're sure Steve...try to make it back to us ok?"

"I'll do my best. We could even go out for a dance and dinner or something when I get back. It'd be fun." Steve smiled, trying to sound cheerful and light-hearted as he began to drive the plane down to the freezing ocean below. Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes.

"It's a date. Pick me up at 7 on Friday." Peggy said, tears having started to spill from her eyes, even though she tried to hide them.

"I'll make sure to. See you then Peggy." Static came over the radio at that moment, filling the silence that had taken over the control room of the army base.

"Steve?! Steve!" Peggy shouted into the microphone, static meeting her calls. She let tears slip from her eyes as she tried to keep in her sobs. "I'll miss you Steve." She choked out as she terminated the radio transmission to the plane.

Just before he hit the water, bracing for the crash, Steve smiled softly. "Looks like I'll be seeing you again, Bucky. Make sure to be waiting for me." He murmured just before the plane crashed into the ocean, sinking into the depths, taking Captain America and the remains of Hydra with it. Or so everyone believed

An intensive search for Captain America, or his body as many believed, ensued after the war was brought to an end. Nothing was ever found and the media went crazy with the mystery of his disappearance. Headlines of 'Captain America missing', and 'Where is the nations Hero?' ran through every newspaper in America. Multiple search teams were sent out, although each one turned up fruitless no matter how hard they searched or where they searched. Everyone speculated on the final moments and thoughts of Captain America but no one would ever know but the man himself. And he wasn't around to tell them.