GUYS TW: SUICIDE. (It's not detailed or even written out at all.)

Guys. I've know I wanted to do this for a long time, but I didn't know how to. Sev was always meant to die at the end of this story. And I hate that it ended this way, but thank you guys for all your support and for reading my story. I'm so glad for the people who stayed around for as long as they did. I love all you guys and thank you.

Anyways, rip my homegirl Sev.

SEV LAY IN HER BED, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The house was eerily quiet without Bucky's presence, and she couldn't shake the unease that settled in her chest. She turned over, clutching her pillow tightly, trying to find some semblance of comfort. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a restless sleep.

The nightmare began subtly, with shadows flickering in the corners of her vision. She was back in the stark, cold halls of HYDRA, the walls closing in around her. The air was thick with fear, and the sound of distant screams echoed in her ears. Suddenly, she saw her siblings, their faces twisted in pain and despair. They reached out to her, but she couldn't move, couldn't help them.

Then, Bucky appeared, his expression hard and unforgiving. "This is your fault, Sev," he said coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth. "You let them die."

Sev's heart shattered. She tried to reach for him, to explain, but he stepped back, his eyes filled with contempt. "I hate you," he spat. "I wish you had never been born. Do you understand how easy my life would be, huh?"

The words pierced her soul, leaving her breathless. She screamed, the sound raw and broken, but it did nothing to change his expression. He turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the darkness. The weight of his words crushed her, and she felt herself falling into an abyss of guilt and despair.

Sev woke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, tears streaming down her face. She gasped for breath, the nightmare's grip still tight around her. She tried to ground herself, to remind herself that it wasn't real, but the pain was overwhelming.

Suddenly, the door to her room flew open, and Bucky rushed in. He had jsut came home from taking down Karli, his eyes wide with concern. "Sev? What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with urgency.

She couldn't speak, her sobs coming in harsh, ragged gasps. Bucky was by her side in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around her trembling form. He held her tightly, one hand gently cradling the back of her head, the other firmly around her shoulders. He pulled her close, her face buried in his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"It's okay, Sev," he murmured softly, his breath warm against her hair. "I've got you."

Her hands clung to his shirt, gripping the fabric as if it were a lifeline. She felt his heartbeat against her cheek, strong and steady, a stark contrast to her own frantic pulse. His presence was a balm to her shattered nerves, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"Let it out," Bucky whispered, his voice soothing. "Just let it all out."

She sobbed harder, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. Bucky's embrace tightened, his arms encircling her protectively. He rocked them gently, a rhythmic motion that mirrored the steady cadence of his breathing. In and out, in and out, each breath a reminder that she wasn't alone.

Bucky's fingers stroked her hair, combing through the tangled strands with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior. "I'm here, Sev. I'm not going anywhere," he reassured her, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

The nightmare's words still echoed in her mind, but Bucky's presence began to drown them out. She clung to him, her sobs gradually easing into quieter whimpers. He continued to hold her, his hands never still, tracing soothing patterns on her back and arms.

As the storm of her emotions slowly subsided, Sev's breathing began to sync with Bucky's. His calm, steady rhythm anchored her, pulling her back from the brink of despair. She felt his chest rise and fall beneath her, the solid reality of his presence grounding her in the moment.

"I'm so sorry," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry for everything."

Bucky pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her tear-streaked face. His eyes were filled with a deep, unwavering love. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he said firmly. "None of this is your fault, Sev. None of it."

"But the nightmare... you said..." She couldn't finish, the memory too painful. "You hate me—"

"That wasn't real," Bucky said gently, cupping her face in his hands, Bucky wanted to die of cuteness because of the way her cheeks squished up with his hands holding them but he knew this wasn't the time.

"I could never hate you. I love you more than anything in this world. You hear me? More than anything." He said. "I need you to hear me, Seven."

Sev's lower lip trembled, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. Bucky brushed them away with his thumbs, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You're my daughter, Sev. My brave, beautiful daughter. Nothing will ever change that."

She sniffled. He kissed her nose and looked at her eyes. Her big blue eyes. "Sev, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

He repeated over again.

The sincerity in his voice broke through the last of her defenses, and she buried her face in his chest once more, her tears soaking into his shirt. He didn't seem to mind, holding her even tighter, his fingers resuming their soothing strokes on her back.

For a long time, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms. Bucky's presence was a fortress, his love a shield against the lingering shadows of her nightmare. Gradually, her sobs turned to quiet sniffles, and her breathing evened out.

Bucky pressed another kiss to her hair, his lips lingering there as he spoke. "You're safe, Sev. You're home. And I'm so proud of you. You've been so strong, so brave."

Sev clung to his words, letting them wash over her like a healing balm. The nightmare's grip had finally loosened, replaced by the warmth and security of her father's embrace. She took a deep breath, her lungs filling with the comforting scent of him.

"I was so scared," she admitted, her voice small and vulnerable. "I thought I'd be alone forever."

Bucky tightened his hold on her, his cheek resting against the top of her head. "You'll never be alone, Sev. Not as long as I'm here. And I'll always be here for you. I promise."

She nodded, the tension in her body finally melting away. Bucky's arms were her sanctuary, his love a beacon in the darkness. She felt safe, cherished, and above all, loved. And in that moment, she knew that no matter what nightmares haunted her, she would always have her father's unwavering support to see her through.

BUCKY FOUND SEV in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm glow over her, and for a moment, he just stood there, taking in the peaceful scene. He knew how much she cherished these quiet moments, especially after everything they had been through.

With a soft smile, Bucky walked over to the old record player in the corner. He carefully selected a record, one of his favorites from the 1940s, and placed it on the turntable. The gentle crackle of the needle meeting the vinyl filled the room, followed by the soothing sounds of a slow jazz tune.

Sev looked up from her book, curiosity in her eyes. "What's this?" she asked, closing the book and setting it aside.

Bucky extended a hand to her, his smile widening. "Come dance with me."

She hesitated for a moment, then slid off the couch and took his hand. "Okay, but don't blame me if I step on your toes," she teased.

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "I'll take my chances."

At first, their dance was playful. Bucky twirled Sev around the room, her laughter ringing out like music. They moved in sync, their steps light and carefree. He lifted her off the ground, spinning her around until they were both dizzy, and then set her down gently, both of them laughing breathlessly.

As the song changed to a slower, more tender melody, their movements became softer, more intimate. Bucky's hands rested on Sev's waist, guiding her gently as they swayed together. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she leaned her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Bucky's gaze softened as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and pride. He kissed the top of her head, holding the kiss for a long moment, as if trying to pour all his emotions into that single gesture.

"I love you so much, Sev," he murmured against her hair. "More than words can ever express."

Sev closed her eyes, her heart swelling with the warmth of his love. "I love you too, Papa," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the soft music.

They continued to sway, wrapped up in each other. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of love and contentment. Bucky's hold on her tightened slightly, as if he were afraid to let go, afraid that this moment of peace would slip away.

Sev could feel the depth of his emotions in the way he held her, the way he moved with her, so careful and tender. She knew how much he had been through, how much they had both endured, and yet here they were, finding solace in each other's arms.

Bucky's thoughts drifted to the past, to the times he had missed, the moments he couldn't be there for her. Guilt tugged at his heart, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the present. This was what mattered now—their bond, their love, and the promise of a future together.

"You're my everything, Sev," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Sev lifted her head, looking up at him with a gentle smile. "You don't have to worry about that, Papa. We're in this together. Always."

Bucky's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "Always," he echoed.

The song eventually came to an end, but they didn't stop dancing. They continued to sway, wrapped in their embrace, letting the silence speak for them. Bucky kissed her forehead again, lingering there, as if trying to imprint this moment in his memory forever.

Sev's eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being so loved and cherished. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, just as they always had. Bucky's love was a constant in her life, a steady anchor that grounded her even in the darkest of times.

As they stood there, holding each other, Bucky whispered one more time, "I love you, Sev."

She smiled, her heart full. "I love you too, Papa."

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. They were together, and that was enough.

SEVEN KNEW SHE WANTED TO DO for a very long time. She knew she couldn't live with her mind Seven Barnes didn't know how to live with her mind. So now she sat at her desk writing a note that she always had in her dead.

She started writing note, one for each person she knew she was gonna hurt, and she was gonna do her dad's last cus she would hurt him the most.

Dear Janie,

If you're reading this, I guess things didn't go as planned for me. I'm sorry. I really am. But I wanted to write this for you because you've been my only true friend through everything. There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to start.

I wanted to write to you because you were my only friend, my best friend. You always knew how to make me laugh, even when things were tough. Remember that time you let me have a puff of your cigarette? I thought I was so cool, trying to be like you, but then I ended up coughing my lungs out. You laughed so hard, and even though it was embarrassing, it was one of the funniest moments we had together.

You were there when no one else was. You understood me in a way no one else did. When everything felt like it was falling apart, you always knew how to put me back together. I'll never forget all the nights we stayed up talking about everything and nothing, dreaming about the future we hoped to have.

I'm sorry I won't be there for you now. I hope you can forgive me. Please take care of yourself, Janie. Live your life to the fullest, for both of us. And look out for my dad. He's going to need all the support he can get. I know he's strong, but losing me is going to be hard for him.

You'll always be my best friend. Thank you for being there for me, for understanding me, and for loving me when I felt unlovable.

Love always,
Sev

Then she went to Sam.

Dear
       Sammie,

Hey there. I know this might be weird, but I just wanted to write to you. You know, just in case. I hope you don't think this is too cheesy or anything. I just had some things I wanted to say.

First off, thank you. For everything. For being there for me and Dad, for all the laughs, and for always having my back. You always made me feel like part of the family, even when things got tough.

Remember that time you gave me the nickname Lucky Seven? I never felt very lucky, but you always had a way of making me believe it. You'd say, 'Sev, you're like a lucky charm to us.' It meant more to me than you'll ever know.

I know things have been rough lately, and I'm sorry if I ever made things harder for you. I just wanted you to know that I love you, Uncle Sam. You're my hero, and not just because you're the Falcon. You're my hero because you're you.

Take care of Dad for me, okay? He needs you more than ever now. And keep an eye on Janie for me. I'll be watching over all of you.

Love,
   Lucky

Then her hands trembled as she wrote the last one.

Dear Papa,

I don't know how to start this. I guess I just want to say I love you. Dear Papa

Papa. Please forgive me. I don't know if you'll hate me or not for this but I wouldn't be mad if you hated me. But I love you. I love you so much.

God.

I can't believe myself for doing this to you but I've wanted to do this for a long time and I know I should've said something but I couldn't. Why couldn't I?

I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. I know it hasn't been easy, and I hate that I've added to your pain. But you need to know that you were always enough for me. More than enough. You made me feel loved and safe in a world that often felt like it was falling apart.

I wish I could take away all the hurt. I wish I could have been stronger for you. But sometimes, the darkness feels too heavy, and it's hard to see the light. Please don't blame yourself. You did everything you could, and I'm so grateful for that.

Remember the good times, okay? Remember our laughs and our talks. Remember the way you used to tuck me in at night and tell me stories about your adventures. Those are the moments that kept me going, and I hope they bring you some comfort too.

I want you to live, Papa. I want you to find happiness, even if it seems impossible right now. You deserve so much more than pain and regret. Please don't let my absence hold you back. Keep fighting, for me.

Thank you everything papa.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

Love,
     Your baby.

Then Sev did it. Seven Barnes was a free.

IT WAS THE WORSE when Bucky found her. He remembers coming home, expecting to hear her familiar footsteps rushing towards him, her arms wrapping around him in a warm, comforting hug. But there was only silence. A heavy, suffocating silence.

He called her name, his voice echoing through the empty halls of their home. Panic began to claw at his chest as he frantically searched each room. Then, he found her.

She was so still, too still. He dropped to his knees beside her, his heart shattering into a million pieces. His hands trembled as he tried to revive her, desperately pressing his hands against her chest, breathing into her mouth, begging her to come back. But it didn't work.

He screamed. A primal, gut-wrenching scream that tore through the air, louder than he ever thought possible. He called her name over and over again, his voice breaking into sobs and wails. He rocked back and forth, clutching her lifeless body to his chest.

When the paramedics arrived, they tried to take her from him. He screamed even louder, the pain in his heart unbearable. He couldn't let them take his baby, not again. Not after everything HYDRA had taken from him. He held on to her as if his life depended on it, as if by sheer force of will he could bring her back.

Eventually, they managed to pry her from his arms. The house felt emptier than ever without her.

Now I'd been days since that happened. Bucky stumbled to her room, collapsing onto her bed. He clutched one of her shirts to his face, screaming into it, his cries muffled but no less heart-wrenching.

"My baby," he whispered, the words catching in his throat. The shirt still smelled like her, sweet and comforting, like a candy apple. It was her scent, his sweet girl's scent. He buried his face in the fabric, soaking it with his tears.

After what felt like an eternity, he set the shirt aside, his eyes falling on the letter Sev had written before she... He hadn't opened it. It had been two days since she left him, two days of unbearable grief and numbness.

With shaking hands, he picked up the letter and carefully unfolded it. Bucky stopped.

He couldn't read it.

He couldn't.

God.

He screamed again, a raw, anguished sound that echoed through the empty house. The letter slipped from his fingers as he doubled over, clutching his chest.

He couldn't do this. He couldn't live in a world without her.

Stumbling to his feet, Bucky left Sev's room, his mind a whirlwind of grief and rage. In the hallway, he lashed out, his metal arm smashing into the walls, tearing through the plaster. He destroyed everything in his path, a hurricane of grief and fury.

Furniture shattered under his hands, pictures were ripped from the walls, glass shards scattering across the floor. He didn't stop until he reached a picture of the two of them, taken on a rare sunny day. Sev was laughing, her arms wrapped around his neck, her smile radiant. He stared at it for a moment, his vision blurred by tears.

With a roar, he smashed the frame against the floor. The glass shattered, and he collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. His hands, both flesh and metal, shook as he picked up the broken pieces of the picture, his tears falling onto the image of their happy faces.

He was lost in his grief, his sobs echoing through the empty house. He pressed the picture to his chest, rocking back and forth, the pain in his heart almost too much to bear. He didn't know how to move forward, how to keep living without her.

"My baby," he whispered again, his voice hoarse from screaming. "My sweet, sweet baby."

He stayed there on the floor, surrounded by the wreckage of his grief, clutching the shattered pieces of his heart.