The Fall
The mountains loomed like silent sentinels as the team prepared for the raid. The train carrying HYDRA’s secrets barreled through the icy expanse, oblivious to the coming storm.
Celeste stood beside Bucky on the edge of the plane, wind whipping through their hair.
“You ready for this?” Bucky asked.
She forced a smirk. “Always.”
The leap was effortless, the battle immediate. Bullets flew, metal clashed, and the train became a battlefield. Celeste moved like liquid light, striking down soldiers as she and Bucky pushed deeper into the cars.
Then everything went wrong.
An explosion rocked the train. Celeste stumbled as HYDRA reinforcements swarmed them. In the chaos, Bucky was thrown against the side of the train, his grip slipping.
“BUCKY!” she screamed, lunging forward.
Their fingers brushed—but it wasn’t enough. He fell, disappearing into the endless white below.
A scream tore from her throat, raw and broken. Steve’s shout barely registered as she felt herself pulled away. The mission wasn’t over, but she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.
Bucky was gone.
And something inside her shattered.