Stucky Cuteness!

Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Bucky's hand gripped the ridge like a life-line. He needed to get up on top of that ridge. For the sake of a person. 

His partner.

His other half.

His love.

He needed to get up on top of that ridge. 

Driven by his need for his husband, Bucky pulled himself up into a swirl of snow. He scrambled frantically to his feet, practically sprinting towards the great obstacle in front of him. While running, Bucky made sure that he had all of his supplies.

Bandages? Check.

Water? Check.

Food? Check.

Blanket? Check.

And then Bucky stumbled, sliding a few feet down the ridge onto an icy protrusion on the cruel elevation before him. He struggled to his feet, then quickly started to scale the thick sheet of ice. When he had once again reached the top of the first peak, he clipped his rope onto the line in front of him.

Just like the fall . . . Bucky realized. Don't think about tha . . .

It was too late. He spiraled into the snow on his back, the memory of that tragic day coming back to him.

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"You ready, Buck?" Steve asked him, poking his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Yeah, Steve. Go ahead. I'll be right behind you," Bucky reassured his partner. 

Steve would be okay.

"Okay." Steve jumped off the platform, and Bucky felt his stomach drop in fear of something happening to Steve. 

He shook his head, then jumped after him. He glided down the cable towards the armored train, the snow and wind making his ears raw. Adjusting his grip on the rope, Bucky bent his knees and prepared for impact with the train. Relief flooded his senses when he saw Steve crouched on top of the train in front of him, and he dropped onto the armored train a couple of meters behind Steve. Quickly, they headed towards the front of the train, and the two of them climbed down a ladder into a car. One of their comrades stood on top, with a gun, for backup. 

Closing the door, they both crept down the car, alert and attentive. Steve stopped in front of the door, Bucky behind him. Steve looked back at Bucky inquisitively as if to ask for permission to go through the door. Seconds later, the thick metal doors in between the cars closed, and Steve whirled around to face Bucky through the tiny glass window. 

Steve would be okay. 

Bucky started shooting at the people in his car. They were coming closer! He ducked behind a black box and cocked his gun, the cartridge that had been lodged into the gun falling out with a ping on the floor.   

The last enemy crept down the opposite isle from where Bucky was hiding, and he ran across the width of the car, shooting all the while. That didn't stop the person in armor, though. Bucky stepped out into the center, behind the rack dividing the car, and aimed again.

Miss.

And he was out of bullets.

Then, Steve opened the door, and Bucky thanked whatever gods were out there that he was safe. Steve, still concealed by the side wall next to the door, nodded to him, tossing Bucky a gun. They finished the soldier off together.