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The cold breeze whipped past Steve as he looked down the chasm helplessly.
“BUCKY!” He yelled, desperately reaching for the slipping hand. The hand was warm, despite it snowing, but the warmth was gone now.
The breeze returned, as Steve gazed into the darkness below him. The train’s engine continued to run.
“Bucky…” Steve whispered as the tears began to fall. Soon the few stray tears turned into a stream, as he looked into the abyss, clinging to what little warmth was left behind until that too left.
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A faint sob echoed through the mostly empty room. The ex-assassin stirred before opening his eyes. A lump was positioned next to him, and quiet sniffles could be heard through the blanket.
“Stevie?” Bucky asked, reaching out for the blonde. “Did you have a nightmare?”
In the instant that metal touched skin, the blonde whipped around reaching for the brunette.
“Bucky…” Steve sniffled as the tears continued to flow. “Please don’t go.” He begged, gripping cold metal.
“I’m not going anywhere Stevie,” Bucky assured, wrapping his other arm around the shivering blonde. “I promise.”
Bucky pulled Steve into a tight hug and bundled them up in the blanket, “Я люблю тебя, и я не уйду.” He whispered, “Все будет хорошо.”
The sobs and sniffles died down with time. Bucky continued to mumble reassurances as sleep overcame the blonde. Gathering Steve into his arms, Bucky fell asleep too.