Escape
Bucky's view
I was still sitting on the cot, burying my head in the crook of Steve's neck. I didn't expect to ever see him again. When he broke away from me I pulled him down to me and kissed him, for a long time. I didn't care if I ended up in jail for it. Later was later. At that moment, there was only Steve for me. I slowly broke away from him again and that's when my brain started working again. I stared at him in confusion. How could he be here and the more important question was how the hell could he be taller than me.
"I thought you were dead." mumbled Steve, gently pulling me off the couch. My feet almost buckled under me and I clung to him.
"I thought you were a bit shorter!" I replied, because that was the only thing I could get out. Suddenly the ground beneath us shook.
"Come on we have to go." Steve put my arm around his shoulders and half carried me.
"What happened to you?" slowly my feet got used to standing again, but I didn't want to let go of Steve just yet.
"I joined the army." he replied simply.
"Did it hurt?" I couldn't imagine such a change being so easy.
"A little." Steve was literally running and I had to strain to keep up.
"Is it going to stay like that?" I hated having to pull everything out of his nose.
"Yeah so far." Steve seemed to realise he was going far too fast and slowed down a bit.
We came to the big hall where the weapons were stored, or rather the hall where all the weapons were exploding. The heat hit me unpleasantly in the face. Steve looked around intently. Then he seemed to spot something. "Come on, over there!" he shouted over the noise of the explosions. I followed him on wobbly legs, clinging to the railing as we ran up the steps to a bridge leading to the side where the exit was.

"Capitan America how exciting, I'm a big fan of your films," Johan Schmidt's voice sounded from the other side of the bridge. Steve stopped abruptly.
I clung to the railing in front of the abyss where everything was about to explode. Panic crept into my bones as I saw who was emerging from behind the Hydra leader. The face of Dr. Zola made my knees weak. I had been so fixated on the Dr. who had tortured me that I flinched when Schmidt hit Steve's shield and a dull thud sounded. Before the two could go at each other, Zola pulled a lever and the bridge parted.
"You're fooling yourself captain. Look here I was his greatest success!" Schmidt pulled off some kind of face mask and what was revealed underneath looked anything but human. His skin was bright red and something had gone wrong with his nose because he no longer had one.
"You don't have one of those?" I asked Steve, disturbed.
He just shook his head slightly and continued to be completely focused on the devil on the other side of the bridge who was just dropping his mask into the fire below us.
"We both know that we said goodbye to being human a long time ago. And unlike you, I am proud of it and not afraid of what I am." The redhead exclaimed and walked into a lift with the doctor.
"If you're not afraid, why are you running away?" yelled Steve after him. But Smidt didn't answer him and closed the lift door, grinning.
With the bridge went our possibility to get to the other side, I looked around desperately for another way, but Steve was faster than me.
"Come on!" he shouted and ran up one floor where a thin metal beam led to the other side. "You first." ordered Steve, helping me over the railing.
I walked along the beam with careful steps, suddenly there was a creak and the beam wobbled. I just managed to keep my balance and took my next step. The beam sagged by a few centimetres, I ran the last few metres and reached the other side just in time. No sooner had I pulled myself over the railing than the beam plunged into the flames a hundred metres below me. Horrified, I looked at Steve, who was still on the other side and now stuck. "There must be another one somewhere," I shouted frantically over.
"Go, get out of here!" he shouted back, wincing as the ceiling collapsed behind him.
"No not without you!" I shouted defiantly. I certainly wouldn't leave here without him.
He looked appraisingly over the precipice, then at me, then back at the precipice. Suddenly he bent the railing back. I only realised what he was going to do when he took a running jump "Steve no!" I shouted. No human could jump such a distance. To make matters worse, a machine exploded directly below us and Steve was enveloped in the fire. I suppressed a sob, but suddenly I could make out a silluette flying towards me.
Steve came flying and landed right next to me. There wasn't even a scratch on him. "Steve how....?"
"No time, let's go!" he took my hand and pulled me with him.
Steve took out the two enemy soldiers we encountered with no problem. I ran after him, still struggling to stay on my feet. But I kept following him until we came to a clearing where about two hundred men were standing and arguing about what to do. They had managed to grab several tanks and several machine guns. None of them noticed Steve and me, which was good because we were still holding hands, which we quickly changed.
"Hey what's going on here!" yelled Steve over all the noise.
Immediately it was quiet as a mouse. Until a guy with a bowler hat on his head spoke up, "See, guys, I told you he'd be here!"
Every single one of the men gathered around Steve "Cap what do we do now?" asked a man with dark skin and a green uniform.
"We'll borrow their trucks and drive to the nearest port from there we'll go to England, there we'll go to Cornel Phillips' camp."
I was so proud of him, there was no sign of the shy boy. The men followed his instructions without even batting an eyelid and split up into the various vehicles. Some even just sat on tanks. Steve and I shared the car with four other men. The driver was the guy with the bowler hat on his head who introduced himself as Timothy Dugan. Next to him sat a man with Asian looks ,black hair and army badge hanging out demonstratively, he introduced himself as Jim Morita. Across from Steve and me sat another man with black skin named Gabe Jones and a Frenchman for whom Gabe always had to interpret, his name was Jacques Dernier. There was not much talking, everyone except Tim fell asleep after a few minutes. I too fought the feeling of tiredness. I didn't want to fall asleep, I just wanted to sit here and watch Steve staring broodingly out of the window. But I lost the battle against fatigue and fell asleep leaning against Steve just as we crossed the border into Switzerland.