"Diana, will you marry me?" His blue eyes shone like heaven there he looked up at me. He held out the box with the ring and I could feel myself shake in excitement. I couldn't believe all this was happening.

It had already been the best day of my life and now he was making it better. Finally every trouble of our relationship was over. It was finally the time to get married, after all our days together.

"Of course I will!" I shouted and he smiled like never before. Eric slid the ring onto my finger and then stood up and kissed me. Held me in his arms like it was the last time.

That was when he stood there. A black man with a scar. He pointed a gun at Eric and smiled evilly. My heart started pumping wildly. What was this man doing here? Why was this man pointing a gun at my boyfriend?  "Your last hour has come Eric Stilinsky."

Eric's eyes were wide staring at the man, he knew he couldn't escape it, he knew he couldn't run away now. "All I can do is to save you Diana." He said like he had read my thoughts. He knew he was lost. I almost screamed as I realized what he meant.

There was no chance of surviving this for him. At all. No matter what Eric did the man still had a gun that would kill him in seconds. He wasn't fast enough to get away. I wasn't fast enough. One of us would die anyway.

"Eric no." I whispered tears rolling my eyes. He couldn't.. He just couldn't do this to me. Not ask me to marry him, not finally ask me and then die. He just couldn't.

"I love you Martin, forever and always," He said his voice going lower and lower. "I'm sorry." His last words was a whisper to me. Then he grabbed the little knife that I knew he had in his pocket and jumped at the man.

The gun fired at once and Eric ended up on top of him with the knife in the man's throat. I screamed and ran over to them. Eric had the bullet sticking out of his back and a hole through his chest. The blood was everywhere and got mixed up with my tears.

I hugged Eric to my chest swearing I would never let anyone die in my arms again.

I could not let the same thing happen to Bucky.

Bucky...

"Bucky!" I sat bolt upright wherever I was screaming his name. I remembered now what had happened, Natasha, she had shot him. What if he was dead? No no he couldn't be!

A hand pushed me firmly back down into the laying position. "Please just stay down, you need rest, you got a cut in your head and probably a headache." A male voice I hadn't heard before told me.

"Bucky is absolutley fine Ms. Campbell." He then added more aoft than earlier and made me take a deep breath of relief. That was when I got to take a look on him. He had wavy dark hair and big brown eyes that seemed too have something scared and nervous in them, behind the firm, concentrated look. He looked to be in his early forties if I guessed right.

"Who are you?" I questioned silently feeling my head starting to bang louder as I spoke.

"Bruce Banner." He said, with a small smile and then put a wet cloth to my forehead and I could feel the pain spread from it. It seemed I did have a cut there. When he was done cleaning it he made me sit up to put on some bandage around it.

That was when I remembered who Bruce Banner was. The Hulk, the monster. The first thing I thought was literally: meh. And then I let him keep fixing on me. Why would I be afraid of him, Steve, Tony and all the others trusted him. They knew he wasn't dangerous. He had control.

"Can I see Bucky when you're done?" I asked and Bruce nodded smiling the same little smile as just a little while earlier.

"When I'm done we are to clarify this, talk it through, and you'll get to know what really happened." He explained. Then he made me sit up carefully and gave me a pill. "For the headache."

I took it and quickly swallowed it with a glass of water. Then Bruce helped me up into a standing position. I swayed just a little, so therefore Bruce put his arm around me and let me put an arm around him.

Just like that we left the room and came out to the living room. Everyone was scrambled together in the two couches that was there.

Bucky sat in the three seater together with Steve. Tony, I now noticed was sitting in a chair for himself. In the last couch, the really long one, sat Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor (you know, the god) and Pepper Potts. I guessed it was because she was Tony's girl.

Bruce lead me over to Bucky and let me slide into his safe arms and the smell of metal, some type of cologne (that I know, but don't remember the name of) and some unexplanable smell that was lovely it smelled Bucky. He wrapped his arms around me and made me feel like falling asleep at once.

"Let the meeting, begin."

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I hope you liked this, there you got something from her past.