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Steve paced franticly, where is he, where is he, they should be back by now. Enough of this, he thought and went to go ask Captain Phillips(I think thats his name i dont remember)
"Sir, do you remember writing one of those about James Buchanon Barnes, 107th."
Steve asked the captain who was filling out regret letters to send to fallen soldiers families.
"I've given out too many of these to count today,but the name does ring a bell, Im sorry Rodgers."
Steves stomach dropped and he felt like he was going to burst into tears, he couldnt believe it. No he wouldnt believe it. Bucky couldnt be dead, it wasnt possible. If nobody was going to do anything about it then he would. That wasn't just his best friend out there, he loved him. He was so afraid to make a move, because if Bucky didnt feel the same way, he would think Steve was a freak. ( its the 1940s just keep that in mind)
He grabbed one of the showgirls helmets and went to go search for Bucky, and the rest of the 107th of course, but mostly Bucky.
Clang, clang,clangclangclang
well he wasnt very quiet but at least he was able to get the rest of prisoners out of their cages. Steve sprinted down the next hallway taking out another guard with his shield. His eyes scanned the rooms he passed despretly searching for one specific person. Bucky! he saw him lying on some kind if platform
all tied up.
"Buck!" Steve said worriedly, hoping he was still alive.
"Hey Stevie" Bucky groand
" Lets get you out if here," Steve said as he slashed the chains with his shield.
Bucky fell off the platform and to both their surprise kissed Steve roughly on the lips. Relizing what he had done Bucky quickely pulled back
"Im so sorry Steve I dont know what cane over me I...I"
He was interupted when Steve pressed his lips to the others, Bucky stiffend then started kissing back.
"I love you,you jerk." Steve said
"I love you too, punk" Bucky responded.
" Just one question, how on Earth did you find me.
"I will always find you, nomatter what."
" Your such a sap"
"And you love it"