'Just A Little While'

'Chapter 22'

(Bucky POV)

The morning came faster than I expected. I got suited up and met Steve and we started the mission. Invade yet another HYDRA base. I had gotten used to the layouts of these bases. They had long but navigable hallways and twists that you could easily get lost in. I had memories the map of this base, so I knew it like the back of my hand. The gunfire was still loud and made me flinch every time, but I got used to it. I shot at men making them fall as we continued to invade this base. A rumour spread that Schmidt was here and we all wanted a piece of him. I busted through a secret door into the base on the southside of the buildings. I shot at anything that moved and eventually found my way into the twisted hallways of the base. I kept my gun up and searched the base for Schmidt. He was going to pay for what he did to Florence. I then heard something behind me. It was a man. He stumbled out of one of the rooms. I held my gun to him, and he put his hands up scared.

"Help me, please." He whimpered. I remained silent. 'Was he good or bad. Do I save him or shoot?' I held my hand to the communication device and spoke out.

"We have a man here, he wants help, but I don't know if I should trust or shoot." No reply. Then finally.

"I'm coming over to you now." I then heard a loud gunshot echo through the hall. I ducked for cover and saw the man in front of my had been hit. Blood was staining the man's chest. I crawled over to him avoiding more gun firer and placed a hand over his wound to try and stop the bleeding. He lifted his hand as I turned to see who was firring. I then felt a hand wrap around my neck and stop my breathing. I struggled to take a breath in as I tried to claw his hands away.

"A simple diversion for a simple American." The voice echoed. I gasped for breath my hands doing everything they can to get myself air.

"Let him go soldier." The hand dropped from my neck, and I fell to my knees, gasping for breath. I looked up to see into a barrel of a gun. It was Schmidt and he had a gun.

"You are going to be of great use to HYDRA but don't worry, you will live. For now." He laughed. He forced me to my feet and used me as a human shield. Men were aiming for Schmidt but saw me and ceased fire. He was making his way to a vehicle. The gun dug deeper and deeper into the back of my head and we were nearing the vehicle.
"Bucky!" I heard a yell and both Schmidt and I turned. Steve was standing with his Shield and a gun turned at us.
"Schmidt let him go." He yelled. The gun smacked into the back of my head, and I fell to the floor. My head was ringing. I looked up and saw Steve and Schmidt fighting. My head was dizzy, and I tried to crawl away from Schmidt's grasp. I then got pulled back by another soldier and they dragged me away from both Steve and Schmidt. I struggled against their force as they dragged me further and further away from the fight. They threw me into the back of a truck, and I then blacked out. My vision going black as night.

(Steve's POV)

He was gone, just like Florence. On a mission against HYDRA and now they were gone without a trace. My mind running circles, I hope he is still alive somewhere. I returned home, Peggy was grateful but there was no one else happy to see me. Florence was, not alive and Bucky, was no where to be found. I saw his stuff, neatly packed up on the bed Florence and him shared. He was heartbroken about Florence and so was I. She was one of my fondest friends and now she was gone. A single tear dropped down my face as I realised that they were probably together. Somewhere in paradise keeping each other's company. Soft tears ran down my face as I took a seat onto the bed. I could smell Bucky's cologne and Florence's soft scent still lingering in their quarters. I knew that in this ever changing world they would need to use this room for another soldier so I would need to pack up their stuff. I couldn't though, I could still feel there sprit around me. I heard the door creek open, and I swiftly wiped my tears away. Agent Carter came inside and took a seat next to me. She didn't speak, her company giving me support. We sat in silence as I remembered all the little things I loved about both Bucky and Florence; the way they cared for me and always appreciated every small thing I did for them. They loved me and now they were both gone, leaving me alone. Peggy then shifted her gaze towards me. She placed her soft delicate hand onto mine.

"I am deeply sorry for your losses," Her voice sorrowful.

"Your sympathy means a lot," I mumbled in response. She handed me two folders each with the names of my fallen friends on the front.
"I thought you might like these." She stated. She smiled and then stood to her feat.
"Reach out of you need anything, anything at all." Her eyes lingering on me for a moment. She walked out of the room leaving me alone with my thoughts. I opened Bucky's folder. Inside was all the missions he went on and who with. It had his list of injuries and information on what he would be moving onto next if he had, survived. I then shut it, not wanting to think any more on him. I packed the files up neatly and laided back onto the bed. I would forever remember them.

(Florence POV)

The chained me to the wall, the restraints too tight as usual. The leather was digging into my skin and parts of it was drawing blood. They beat me relentlessly for my tried and failed escape earlier. My leg was shot, the pain too much to manage but they didn't care. Why would they. I wished to death he would take me away, put me out of my misery but he never came. I was extremely thankful when my vision gave way. I hoped I was dead, but I would never get out of this hell hole even if I tried.

(Bucky POV)

My ear ringing, I stirred awake. I the surroundings distressing and uninviting. I shivered from the cold and found my hands and legs chained against a wall of such. The concreate wall pressed against me. I let out a yell hoping someone would come to my aid, but the opposite came. The metal shifted and unwillingly crept open and in came a short round man with a vile smile on his face I wish I could punch right off.

"She will never want to cooperate so badly. Perfect. Bring him in and wake her up." He yelled; his German accent overpoweringly filled the room. He left and in came 4 soldiers. They ripped me form the restraints and forcefully lead me to a room. Inside was even more soldiers and they all had large guns. My eyes scanned the room and I saw a chair in the middle. It looked tortuous for there were different machines surrounding it. They forced me to a much more comfortable chair and tied me to it. A tray was then brought out with all sorts of torture weapons that I hoped they would not use on me. They then rested, waiting for something. My breathing hitched when the door opened again. Multiple soldiers drew their weapons as I heard a girl shrieking from terror. She was swiftly thrusted into the chair as the girl tried to fend off these men. They shoved her into the chair and held her down as more soldiers imprisoned her to the chair. Her cries for help made my heart drop.

"No let me go!" She wailed. "Don't do this to me again. Don't do it!" She pleaded. Everything she tried failed her miserably and all of that wailing got her a punch across the face. He head fell to the side and then weakly made its way up straight. I could them get a better look at her. Her limbs had marks of all kinds across it bruises, scars and cuts. Weak clothing draped across her body, and they were all blood stained. Her figure was undernourished, and it looked as if she hadn't eaten for days. She made me feel ill for she looked rather sickly and frail. Her eyes had little life left and the colour slowly draining from them. That's when we caught eyes. Her eyes sone with a hint of hope and she froze. She looked as if she knew me, her breaths ragged and short.

"Bucky?" she whispered hesitantly. Her voice sounding familiar. 'Was it her?' The shattered girl in front of me was it her. My eyes filled with tears as things started to unfold. The girl in front of me was the girl I loved. It was Florence, she wasn't dead. She was alive but by the looks of it for not much longer. A solider behind me spoke something in his language and the door burst open. The doctor from before marched inside. Florence shivered as the man stared at her. Her face flickered with horror. She was petrified of this man in front of her.