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As Bucky falls from the train only one thing crosses his mind.
Steve.
All of their memories together rush through his brain.
The time on the cyclone when Steve got so sick yet insisted they went on again just because it was Buckys favorite ride. He told Steve so many times that it was okay and one time was enough but Steve wouldn't take no for an answer. It was so kind of Steve to put Bucky first, that was something he always admired about Steve, the way he always cared for others was so amazing.
The many times Steve would get too sick to function. Even though Steve always got better Bucky always worried like crazy about him. He had no clue what he would do without the little blonde punk in his life. Steve is his world, the only one who could make Bucky smile, the only one who can make Bucky laugh, the only one who makes Bucky feel tingly inside. Tingly? Maybe there's a better word but Steve just had a way of making him feel warm and comfortable and he never wanted to lose that. But he guessed that Steve would have to learn that feeling now...given that he felt that way about Bucky. Cause there is no way he's making it out of this but if he does he is never leaving Steve's side again.
The time he first saw Steve post-serum. He just remembers the joy of seeing his face and then slowly looking down and seeing how completely changed his body was and fuck was he handsome. Handsome?
And then it hit Bucky.
"Fuck. I'm in love with Steve." Bucky muttered seconds before his body crashed onto the ground.