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“I can do this on my own from here,” Your voice cracked as you stared up at the snow-covered mountain peak, the castle that sat atop it looked like a tiny speck of dust from where you stood at the base. The climb would take at least 7 or 8 hours, even with your enhanced endurance… and that’s only if a blizzard didn’t welcome you back along the way.
“No you won’t and we all know that,” Bobbi scoffed as she threw a duffel bag of gear to Bucky with a grunt. “You’re facing whatever we find in there, Jess. Good or bad.”
“Were hoping for good though!” Bucky whispered through gritted teeth, giving a side-eyed look back to Bobbi. He out of everyone there knew how hard this was for you. You always just pushed your past to the side, never stopping to really cope with what had happened way back then. Just another way you two were too similar.
Your eyes revert back to the mountain, your eyes squint as a flurry of fresh snow gets blown into your eyes. You hadn’t been back to Wundagore since the 90′s, but even then… you weren’t you. Not the real you. You were HYDRA’s little pet project back then so you weren’t even able to remember your history and memories of this place.
“Hey,” Bucky’s voice brings you back to reality as you slightly jump from the surprise… something else this awful place is bringing back. “You can do this. I have your back the entire way, no matter what we find I promise. Were going to find a way to help you.”
“You sound so sure of yourself,” Your voice was more of a murmur that whistled through his ears with the wind. “You out of everyone know you can’t promise those things.”
“No, but I can make it sound like I can.” Bucky chuckled lightly as he looked down into your eyes, seeing the color fading from them more and more each day.
He wasn’t going to lose you, he was going to do everything he can to keep you with him forever. Even if he had to sell his soul to keep you by his side… he was going to do anything for his little spitfire.
Bobbi stood next to you, the sudden warmth of her presence causing a calm smile to rise to your lips. When you looked over her shoulder, a giggle escapes. Clint stood there, 3 duffel bags strewn over his shoulders. He was looking like the pack mule Bobbi has made him.
You hear the low rumble of laughter of Bucky beside you as he takes in Clint’s new look. The archer's anger melting away the white snow as soon as it hit his face.
These 3 were your team, your ride or dies. They had your back through thick and thin. Though you’d never actually admit it to any of them… aside from Bucky… you loved them.