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Neither of them had expected it to happen like this.
When Bucky got drafted, Steve swore to himself he’d join him, even if it got him killed.
While getting the serum, that’s what Steve’s brain latched onto: that he was going to die trying.
On that table, with liquid fire flowing through his veins, a healthy Steve standing over him, Bucky could have sworn he’d died.
Bucky had tried to crawl away, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Steve had left the pilot seat and lied down waiting.
They found their deaths in ice, one joining the other.