A/N: I'm soooo sorry for this. 
You guys are probably gonna hate me for this.

Sam and Bucky were lying on the floor in a puddle of their own blood. They were fatally wounded and were going to die in minutes. The two tightly grip each other's hand.

"Hey...B-Buck...remember...r-remember the time y-you tried...to bake me a cake for my b-birthday, and...ended up almost...burning t-the...entire tower down." Sam laughed weakly.

Bucky chuckled, then coughed, squeezing Sam's hand tighter.

"W-what a-about...the time you...*cough*...got chased by that rat terrier." said Bucky.

"That thing...w-was a vicious...monster and you know it." replied Sam.

This was how they decided to spend their last moments; talking and reminiscing. As the end came nearer and nearer, Bucky got scared.

"S-Sam...I-I'm scared. I-I don't want...t-to die. I w-want to keep...m-m...m-making memories with you." Bucky cried.

Sam shakingly brought his other hand to Bucky's face and wipes his tears away then cupped his face.

"It's all going to be okay...w-we'll see each other...o-on the other side. We'll be together." Sam told him.

"I l-love...*cough*...you." said Bucky.

"I love you too, Buck." said Sam.

"Let's close our eyes on the count of three...okay." said Sam struggling to stay awake.

Bucky nods with unshed tears in his eyes.

"One." said Sam.

"Two." said Bucky.

"Three." both Sam and Bucky whispered.

They close their eyes and slip away into the darkness. Steve found them lying next to each other, holding hands. He clung to his best friends and sobbed endlessly.