"You're my friend." Bucky had stated, swaying a little where he stood on the falling apart helicarrier, his short brown hair a mess and his face covered in bruises. Steve let out a frustrated yell and tackled him, he brought his fist back and slammed it into his face, over and over, he was so mad and confused, who was this man, who was Steve? How did he know him?
"You. Are. My. Mission!" Steve had shouted with each punch, his chest heaving. He pulled back his fist once more, gazing into the beaten face of the brunette beneath him. Bucky's left eye was swollen shut, his cheekbone was shattered and he would need stitches. Lots of them.

"Then finish it. 'Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line." Bucky murmured, staring up at the blonde, whose eyes had begun to fill with tears. Confusion went across his face, quickly replaced with recognition then pure horror. Then a beam fell and crashed through the glass, sending Steve's mission plummeting towards the Potomac.

Steve Rogers bolts awake, his breathing coming out in short bursts, chest heaving. Wildly looking about for any threat, he finds none, but his heart still beats rapidly. He tucks his knees up to his chest and buries his face in his arms, breathing out shakily. He feels Bucky stir and sit up, but Steve doesn't look over.

"Steve, you okay?" Bucky murmurs sleepily, rubbing his eyes and yawning. The blonde swallows thickly but doesn't speak, he didn't trust himself to speak.

"Steve?" Bucky repeats quietly, he sounded concerned now. He gently places his hand on Steve's shoulder, but the blonde doesn't react. Bucky felt him shivering and he sighs softly. The brunette moves so he's sitting in front of the blonde, he gently lifts Steve's head up and looks at him, concerned.

"B-bucky. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm s-sorry." Steve stutters, shivering again. Bucky shakes his head and carefully brings the blonde into a hug, he rubs his back gently and Steve relaxes, his head resting on Bucky's shoulder.

"That dream again?" Bucky says softly, the blonde nods.

"Just a dream, baby. The past's in the past." Bucky murmurs, Steve swallows and nods.

"I love you." Steve sighs, pulling back and looking at the brunette. Bucky smiles softly.

"Love you too." He replies, Steve smiles a little. Bucky yawns and rubs his eyes.

"Sorry for waking you." Steve says softly, rubbing the back of his neck. Bucky shakes his head, lying back down, Steve lies down next to him. Bucky wraps his arm around him and nuzzles his neck, Steve sighs softly and Bucky purrs.

The brunette yawns softly and closes his eyes, his breath soft against Steve's neck. He soon falls asleep and Steve smiles a little, he ends up falling asleep once more.

>>>>>

Bucky wakes to see Steve sitting up already, looking out the window. He sits up and the blonde looks over.

"Morning." He greets, Bucky yawns and nods.

"How'd you sleep?" Bucky asks, tilting his head a bit. Steve shrugs and the brunette sighs a little.

"How do I know? I was asleep." Steve adds, in truth he hadn't really slept. Bucky gets up, stretching.

"So what's the plan today?" He asks Steve, leaning back and folding his arms lazily.

"You pick." He says and Bucky groans in frustration.

"C'mon, you gotta have some sort of opinion!" He protests.

"Fine. We could go to the park?" He suggests and Bucky smiles a little.

"Sounds like a plan to me." He muses before getting up and getting dressed. They get dressed then head to the park. Bucky had his arm looped around Steve's waist as they went. They got several stares either from fans or homophobic people, they weren't too sure. Bucky, quite frankly, didn't care what they thought.

They make it to the park and Bucky smiles to himself, he's always loved the outdoors. Well, here anyway.

"Hey, Steve, fancy a race?" He hums, turning around to look at the blonde, grin ready on his face. The blonde was up in a tree. Bucky raises an eyebrow and looks up at him, hands on his hips.

"What are you doing?" He calls up. Steve looks down at him.

"Uh... nothing?" He calls down. He had just wanted a better view of the place. Part of his mind had been stuck in Winter Soldier mode, he climbed the tree to scope out the place for targets... only to remember that he doesn't do that anymore. Now he simply needed to get down, but he was really high up. Instead of arguing, Bucky shrugs and climbs up to join him, sitting on a separate branch so they don't topple to the ground.

"Nice view." Bucky comments, glancing around, and Steve looks down at his lap.

"Да." (Yeah.) Steve replies quietly in Russian, Bucky looks over at him. Steve cringes as he realizes what he'd said.

"Sorry." He breathes out, running a hand through his soft hair. Bucky shakes his head, leaning back a little against another branch. They go silent, both lost in their little worlds, until there's a screeching of tires and several screams. Bucky frowns and looks down, his eyes widen when he sees several large black vans and people dressed all in black, loaded down like S.W.A T. He glances worriedly at Steve, who had gone stone still. He'd seen them coming but didn't say anything.

"Steve, we have to get out of here. Now." Bucky commands, already thinking of a plan. The blonde swallows nervously, his eyes not wavering from the men approaching their tree, steadily coming closer.

"Steve!" Bucky hisses, grabbing his arm and shaking it. The blonde flinches and blinks, he looks over at Bucky and the brunette saw a scared little boy, not a monster, not a murderer.

"They have to kill me eventually anyway." Steve says quietly, his gaze still fixed on the brunette.

"No, we can figure this out. Don't give in so easily, Steve." Bucky warns, panic rising in his throat, like bile but only ten times worse.

"Look, if they don't get me now they'll get me eventually and turn me back into that- that monster and I won't remember you and I'll become another killing machine and-" Steve's panicked rant is abruptly cut off when Bucky kisses him forcefully, as if to remind him that he's here, and he's not going anywhere.

"We beat 'em once. We can do it again. Don't you dare give me that Steve, you think I'm gonna give up so easily? 'Til the end of the line means exactly that; I ain't leaving you, pal, so you sure as h*** better not give up on me now." He states. Steve stares at him a moment before his jaw tightens and he nods. Bucky takes his hand and feels Steve curl his fingers around his own, he nods at him and Steve nods back. Wordlessly they climb down and leap into action, Bucky wishing he'd brought his shield to help him.

A few minutes into the fight Bucky hears several grunts and curses coming from Steve's direction, they (Hydra) were trying to drag him away. He was fighting, though, fighting hard, he was like a tiger that'd been caged too long, just as hostile and violent.

Bucky goes to spring into action when someone slams their heel into the back of his head forcefully, he topples to the ground, his vision blurry and a distinct ringing growing in his ears. He tried to get up, but loses his balance and falls back down.

Steve saw him go down and was filled with rage. He swings his fist out and it connects with someone's ribs, he hears several cracks and a loud curse. He twists this way and that, trying to get himself free from their grasp. He kicks someone into the fountain, they land with a splash. He manages to get on top of one's shoulders, he holds on with his thighs then rolls forward, pulling the man with him he slams him into the ground. Huffing, Steve gets up and races to Bucky's side.

"S-steve..." Bucky murmurs, his vision twisting this way and that. He saw him coming. Without a word the blonde picks him up and carries him bridal style, he starts running as fast as he can. Bucky curls up in his arms, his head bleeding.

A shot rings out and Steve bites down on his tongue, hard, to keep from crying out. The bullet had landed in his shoulder but he could worry about it later.

He races to a safe spot then freezes, frantically looking around, paranoid that they were on their trail. Bucky stirs and blinks, only to squeeze his eyes shut once more.

"Ow." He whispers as he slides off of Steve, who was rather pale now. Bucky rubs the back of his head and leans against an alley wall, watching the blonde, who had started to pace.

"Я такой идиот!" (I'm such an idiot!) Steve growls in Russian, pacing anxiously. Bucky frowns a little.

"Глупо, дебил, пари, что я привел их прямок нам..." (stupid, moron, bet I led them right to us...) Steve rants angrily, Bucky walks up and puts his hands on his shoulders.

"Steve, stop." He says clearly, Steve pauses and looks at him, swallowing.

"Just breathe, okay?" Bucky says in a softer tone, Steve takes a breath and lets it out.

"Could you speak in English now?" He asks gently. Steve looks down at his feet. He nods slowly and Bucky removes his hands. He gently links his with Steve's and feels the blonde clutch it tightly like a lifeline.

"I wanna go home." Steve whispers, like a child might to their mother. Bucky sighs and squeezes his hand briefly before leading him off home, both silent. Bucky takes care of the bullet and Steve bandages up his head. They wait for the eventual arrival of Hydra.