Twisted Ends

“Barnes, are you absolutely sure you know what you’re doing up there?” Rhodes chirped in his earpiece, voice crackling in and out as the wind whipped violently around him.

Bucky scoffed. Ye of little faith. “Of course I do.” He drawled, crawling effortlessly up the buildings scaffolding. He had a simple job. Easy peasy. Quick in and out, or up and down depending on how you wanted to look at it. Climb up this obnoxiously tall cell tower, plant a wiretap and pop back down. He’d done more dangerous missions in his sleep.

“But are you sure, sure? Because you’re pretty high and don’t have a cable, and if you fall it would DEFINETLY attract attention-“

Jesus Christ. Bucky grinded his teeth, huffing as he hooked his knees into a piece of rebar. He released his grip on the metal bars, hanging head over heels precariously as he looked at his phone.

“Are you hanging upside down like a fucking bat, Barnes…?!”

“Rhodey, you’re not helping.” Bucky ground out, eyes squinting against the biting wind. Tears were streaming down his face as it slapped him and tore at his clothes, whistling resolutely in his ears. No service, go figure. How could he not have fucking signal up here? He was literally on a phone tower. He WAS the god damn signal. “Fucking god damnit…”

“What? Barnes, what? Are you falling? Oh my god-” Rhodey babbled.

“Rhodes! Sweet Jesus. No, I am not falling.” Bucky slapped the wiring to his phone tapping system, grinning as the light switched from red to green. Perfect. He flexed his core, clenching his knees tightly as he began to swing back and forth, eyeing a piece of metal about twenty feet in front of him. Easy.

Using the momentum, he released the grip with his knees and began to freefall, spiraling neatly through the air. His ear filled with a hysterical War Machine. “Barnes! Oh my god! Sam! He’s falling, he’s fucking falling!”

His hands grasped firmly onto the rod, and he followed through with his momentum, twisting and flipping himself until his feet were planted on solid metal. Easy enough. All those years of mind control and espionage were really paying off he supposed. He could hear Sam bellowing in his ear, arguing with Rhodey like they were school children. He fought back a grimace.

“Rhodey, he’s completely fine! It’s all going according to plan-“

“Are you two out of your minds? Are you actually insane? Why is he just casually flinging himself through the air like Spiderman? There is a LITERAL ladder for him to use!” Rhodey declared, his voice hitting a few octaves higher than Bucky had thought possible.

“I used the ladder to get as high as I could, Rhodes. But I can’t just plant a wiretap where any Joe Schmoe could find it.” He chimed. “I had to get just a smidge higher, in a spot no one would be able to look.”

Rhodey huffed in his ear in exasperation. “And where you can’t get down from.”

Bucky glanced down at his watch and smirked. He was right on schedule. Perfect. He then peered down at the deadly drop below him. He was so high up that he couldn’t see the people down below, everything was blurred and far away. One hell of a view though. “Who the hell says I can’t get down?”

“Are you about to do something stupid?” Rhodes questioned. Bucky could hear shuffling and hushed whispers. He rolled his eyes. “Rhodes, I can still hear you. Super soldier, remember?”

“Buck, you do have a plan to get down SAFELY, right?” Sam sounded off in his ear, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension in his voice.

“Wait, you two didn’t even think to conjure up a plan before he crawled his stupid ass up there-“

“Of course, I just plan on free falling.” Bucky dead panned. “Super Soldier serum will clear it all right up.”

Rhodes whispered harshly in his ear. “Is he serious?”

“Buck, you’re not serious about that…right?” Sam asked.

Bucky blinked, taking in a deep breath and biting his tongue. Did they really think he was that reckless? He glanced around him, taking in how just one slip, one miniscule error and he’d be a pattycake on the cement below. Well…maybe they weren’t totally off based.

“You guys wound me.” He squatted down, balancing perilously on the balls of his feet. He could feel the empty space at his heels and toes. “Of course I have a plan. Believe me, last person who wants me to fall is ME. Never ends well for me usually.” He reached forward cautiously, feeding a carabiner into the metal frame. It clicked with a loud, metallic tick.
He then reached into his tactical pants, grimacing as he struggled to pull out his five-fifty cord. The damn future and tight, constrictive clothing. He slowly slid his left leg outward along the bar, the motion unrestricting the pockets and allowing him to grasp onto his rope.

Maybe he should get a job as a Yoga instructor he mused. It would probably pay better than what he was doing now. Less work hazards too, he supposed.

He tied his climbers knot to his harness, giving it an experimental tug. The hitch seemed to be holding, so hopefully the carabiner would hold his weight. He could feel his jaw clenching in anticipation. Hopefully being the key word.

He sniffed, glancing down at the plunge just millimeters away. Wasn’t bringing back unpleasant memories at all. Just a casual glide down the tower, no big deal. Nothing could go wrong. Unless the carabiner snapped from his weight, or the wind blew just right and knocked him clean out against the tower and he plummeted to his death-

“Jesus.” Bucky cracked his neck. No time like the present he supposed. The fall wouldn’t even kill him. Probably. It would just hurt A LOT, and he’d be drinking out of a curly straw for the foreseeable future. He gave one more tug and took in a deep, apprehensive breath. God, he really did fucking hate heights. His pulse was beginning to quicken, and he swore he could hear a train in the distance. He could feel the icy grips of snow and sleet pelting his face-

He jumped.

The wind whistled in his ears as he free fell, the sound of Rhodey and Sam screaming in unison almost drowned out with its shrill whistle. Almost. He grabbed onto the rope, using his climbing descender to slow his fall. The sudden jerk rattled his teeth, and he took a quick glance up. Well look at that. Everything seemed to be working in an orderly fashion. ‘Nice.’

“Barnes, you STUPID son of a BIT-“

“Bucky! Oh my god, are you okay?! What the hell!”

Bucky sighed, leaning back languidly as he placed his finger to his earpiece. “Gentleman, please. One at a time.” He huffed, feet dangling as he kicked them back and forth.

“You are without a doubt, the most idiotic person I’ve ever met.” Rhodey roared. “We thought you were about to die."

Bucky blinked down at them. He had fallen less than a quarter of the way down, but he could just barely make out Sam and Rhodey’s forms down below. He gave a wave.

“So, you were just going to stand there and squawk like dipshits and let me fall?”

“You said under no circumstance that we should use the wings or War Machine! That it would draw too much attention.” Rhodey growled, Sam humming in agreement.

Bucky gave an incredulous gasp. “And you don’t think me splatting into the cement near a fucking elementary school playground would draw attention?!”

Silence.

“Wow. I’m ashamed of you two right now. I’m ashamed to be associated with you.”

“Would you just hurry up and get down here, please?” Sam sighed. “You dangling there like a weird cat toy is making me anxious. And giving me heartburn.”

Bucky blinked. “What an odd comment.”

“Would you just put a step on it?”

Bucky gave an indignant sigh. “Alright, alright. Jesus.” He fiddled with his climbing descender and began to drift back down, bitching as he went.

“So you guys were really going to watch me die? Just like that?”

“Barnes, enough with it.” Rhodes shot out.

Bucky guffawed, frowning as he began to catch whiffs of a slight burning smell. Weird. “Well, if you want, I can just cut this line and you won’t have to deal with me anymore. How about that, Rhodes?”

Rhodey gave a long, heavy sigh on the other end of the line. “I truly do despise you, Barnes.” Sam piped in. “Can we just get this over with? I need some Pepto or something. I can’t take this suspense for much longer. It’s not good for my health.”

Bucky snorted. “Suspense? Sam, you’re not the one hanging like a-“

Bucky suddenly dropped a few feet, his stomach lurching into his throat. He jerked to a stop. He slowly titled his head and looked up. The carabiner was holding steady. “What the fuck?”

“What? Hanging like a what?” Sam asked in confusion.

“Barnes, what’s wrong? Did you just drop?” Rhodey was suddenly all business, concern flooding over the earpiece. Bucky frowned.

“I did, but my carabiner is holding. Stand by.” Bucky quickly glanced over his gear, looking for any deficiencies. His rope was all intact, no tears or threading. The climbers’ knots he’d tied were holding steady, and the carabiner was right where it should be. Not a crack in sight on it.

He closed his eyes, ignoring how his equilibrium suddenly tilted and dived at the motion. He focused his ears, straining for the sound of something, anything out of line. Then he heard it, a faint creaking. So faint that even his enhanced hearing could barely detect it over the wind. He slowly looked down towards his waist.

His climbing descender had a hairline fracture, the slight sliver slowly cutting its way through the five-fifty cord looped through it. The metal was groaning under the pressure of his weight, and he could practically feel it slowly stretching the longer he was suspended.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathed. He screwed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to vomit. He could feel sweat starting to bead on his brow. “Fuck.”

“Barnes, fill us in. What’s going on?” Rhodey asked. Bucky took in a steadying breath, frantically battling to gain control of his quickly spiraling panic.

“Well, it does appear that we will be making a rapid decent.” Bucky quipped. He bit off the glove covering his Vibranium hand and gripped it between his teeth. “I’ve gotta go fast.” He mumbled around the leather.

“Barnes, what’s going on? Why do you have to go fast? You know you can’t hurry the decent, you’ll snap your line when you move to pull up.” Rhodes said frantically, the sound of scurrying and fabric brushing on his end of the line. “Hold steady, brother. I’m coming up there.”

Bucky’s breathing began to come in spurts, his lungs fighting greedily for more air. He could feel his head beginning to spin with panic and when he dropped another few feet, he barely bit back the yelp that threatened to escape his lips.

Fuck, he really hated heights. Of all the things, it had to be heights.

The descender began to groan and shake at his hips. “Rhodes, you’re not going to have time for that.” Bucky said slowly. “It’s my climbing descender. It’s defective and about to snap, so I need to move now. I’ll free fall for a few moments and then I’ll use my Vibranium arm to slow myself down.”

Sams voice filled his ears. “Buck, are you crazy? Your line is going to snap.”

Bucky gave a nervous laugh. “Oh, I’m very aware, Samuel. Would one of you do me a solid?”

“What?” Sam asked.

Bucky swallowed. “Catch me before I smack the ground, please?”

“Buck-“

The descender snapped before he could finish. Fuck.

Everything abruptly turned upside down. Poles were flashing past his face, the wind screaming in his ears. He could make out the sound of his own panicked yelling, flailing as he tried to correct himself. It was the dead of summer, but he was suddenly catching glimpses of snowflakes.

He flung his Vibranium arm out wildly, letting out a desperate cry as he grasped onto the rope. The sensors in his hand began to short circuit, smoke billowing between the fingertips as he latched on as tightly as he could. He was slowing down, but not nearly enough. And to make matters worse, he was slowly lighting the rope on fire.

“Fuck!” he screamed, reaching forward with his flesh hand. It was decidedly…not his best idea he’d ever cracked up. The remaining leather glove was quickly vaporized, his now exposed skin cooking under the intense heat of friction. He clenched his jaw so tight he swore he could hear something cracking all the way into his eardrum, and a wail slipped between his teeth as his skin was slowly filleted away.

His descent finally, FINALLY slowed to a stop and he found himself breathing in heavily, eyes glancing wildly around. He looked down and let out a muffled curse when he saw how close he had almost come to becoming a patty melt. He was so close; he could practically reach his toe down and touch it to the earth below. And while the rope was slightly compromised, it was only a tad bit on fire, which hey. Small mercies.

Holy shit.

A rush of relief flooded his system before his flesh hand brought him back to reality. Both hands dropped the rope, and he smacked the ground with his back, staring vacantly up at the tower above. The top was a small speck in his vision.

‘When am I going to learn that my feet belong firmly on the ground’ he thought absently, his right hand slowly drifting up to his chest. “Fucking ow.”

“Bucky!!” Sam dropped down beside him, staring down with open concern. “Are you okay?? Are you hurt? Did you hit your head? Can you hear-“

Bucky groaned, slowly rolling over to lay on his stomach. He buried his face in the grass, ignoring how his right hand was throbbing and how his heart felt like it was going to rupture.

“Sam-“ he mumbled, “Give a man a minute, please.” He rolled back over, slowly sitting up. He did an internal assessment, searching for any injuries that hadn’t yet made themselves present. All he came back with was a tightness in his left shoulder and the sting of his right hand.

He also was slightly hungry, but that was a concern for later.

“I’m not dead.” Bucky said in disbelief. “Shit, really thought that was going to end poorly for a minute.”

“You’re the reason I’ve had to start adding retinol to my skincare routine, Buck. And dying my premature greys, Jesus Christ.” Sam winded out, cautiously taking his right hand and gingerly pulling it away from Bucky’s chest. He winced as he took in the carnage, blood vessels and cartilage hanging by tendons.

“You’re not premature anything, Wilson.” Bucky gave an impish grin, or tried too anyway. He still felt like he was going to lose his breakfast, or faint. Hard to tell which just yet. “Think those greys have been holding off as long as they could.”

Sam slowly looked up from his busted hand, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Are you calling me old, Barnes?”

Bucky blinked innocently. “Well, you are almost forty, Wilson…”

“And you’re over one hundred!”

Bucky gave a faux grin. “Actually, because of Cryo and all, I’m biologically not quite thirty-two, so.”

Sam blinked. Then blinked again. His mouth opened and closed with stupor before he turned back to the task at hand. Rhodey came striding over, a look of contempt plastered across his face. He knelt down beside Sam, handing him an Aid Bag.

“Figured we’d need this, since certain prehistoric fossils keep trying to turn themselves into liquid.” He ground out, a slight wince pulling at his lips when he caught sight of the mangled limb. “Jesus, Barnes. Why didn’t you use the Vibranium arm?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, hissing as Sam began to pour disinfectant on the wound. “I did, Rhodes. But I wasn’t slowing down enough. Besides…” his eyes cut over to Sam, “I’m right-handed.”

Sam made an annoyed grumble at the back of this throat.

Rhodes heaved a sigh, his hand wiping down his face in exasperation. “That’s stupid. You’re stupid.”

“Bucky’s not even thirty-two.” Sam spouted, keeping his eyes focused on the task at hand. Rhodes frowned at the suddenly broached topic. “Okay…?”

Bucky gave a shrug. “He’s mad because he thinks I called him old.” Rhodey nodded solemnly.

“Well, he is old.”

“You’re older than me, Rhodes!” Sam groused.

Rhodes just gave his shoulder a slight shrug, glancing around them with a mischievous glint in his eye. Odd. Bucky found himself squinting up at him. It was a weird look for the man. Bucky found he didn’t like it.

“Well, I’m not the cradle robber, so I’ve got nothing to worry about.” Rhodey stated politely, moving to stand up. Sam gaped at him.

“The hell does that mean?” Sam asked.

Rhodes eyebrows reached up to his hairline. “Oh, brother. You know exactly what I mean.” He gave Bucky a pointed look and then turned around, leaving in the direction of the car.

Bucky watched as Sam sat stunned, amazed at how the Colonel had done what many others could not, which was to make Sam so dumbfounded he was quiet. It was truly extraordinary.

“The hell is he on?” Bucky said, carefully observing Sam’s expression. He was suddenly closed off, his mouth a thin, tight line.

“I dunno.” Was all Sam said. Bucky made a face.

“You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“Hm.” Bucky hummed before hissing, snatching his hand away from Sam’s prodding. He looked at Sam, really looked at him. He could see the guarded glare in his eyes, how the lines around his lips were more distinct as he pouted. He was honest to God pouting over something, and he wouldn’t tell him what. Yet Bucky had the distinct feeling he should know, that he should be able to sniff it out. It was right there at the tip of his tongue, yet there it was, just out of reach. Eluding him.

It was infuriating.

“I need to reset the tendons, Buck. Before you have a weird lobster hand.” Sam frowned as Bucky continued to pull away. It was, unfortunately, not the first time he'd had to reset bones and tendons. Better for him to do it and knock it out quickly and effectively.

“I’ve got it.” Bucky bit down on the inside of his cheek, groaning as he slowly slid his left hand down his mangled fingers. He could feel the bundle of tendons and muscle, all bunched together at the base of his fingers. He breathed in, closing his eyes with a grunt as he pinched, slowly pulling the attenuated sinew back down his bones. He could feel the slick pop as everything slide back into place, the tingling sensation already beginning to dissipate as the serum worked to repair the damage.

He turned to Sam, watching as the other man looked him up and down. He was peering at him with a forlorn expression, his eyes downcast and dark. Bucky frowned.

He knew what it was about. What it was always about. He’d done something wrong. He’d done something to make Sam uncomfortable, like he always did. It was the same look as before, back at the warehouse. That same sad, distant stare. Bucky hated it.

He sniffed, moving to take the bandages from Sam’s pack. Sam just sat back, watching him with keen eyes. It made him feel seen, exposed. The hairs stood up on his neck.

He didn’t want to talk about it, because Sam had that glower starting to set in on his face, which always meant a stern lecture. He quickly jutted out before Sam could speak, “We need to get going before someone notices us.”

Bucky slowly rose to his knees, flinching as the muscles surrounding his prosthetic made their protesting suddenly very clear. He glanced around, eyes peering up at the top of the tower. “We should be able to get Intel from inside the CIA with that. Hopefully we’ll have more to go off in the next few hours.” He looked back to Sam, whose expression had only deepened.

Sam seemed to contemplate something, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Bucky found himself inadvertently tracking the movement. Sam, ever the keen observer, caught him, his brows raising in question. Fuck.

Sam studied his face a moment longer before his expression morphed, taking on his usual plucky attitude. Bucky frowned at the whiplash.

“You’re right. Let’s get going.” Sam stood up, offering his hand down to him. Bucky took it gratefully. Sam touch was tender, taking great care with the way he hoisted Bucky from the ground. His eyes caught the way he rolled his left shoulder back, trying to unwind the muscles around his triceps and collarbone. He seemed to note it, like he was documenting every little thing that bothered him.

‘Stop it, Barnes. You’re overanalyzing. Sam’s just in Pararescue mode.’

He gave Sam a tight smile, dipping his head gratefully. “Thanks, Sam. For…” he waved his maimed hand in the air between them. He wanted him to know, to understand, that even with his shortcomings, he respected Sam. That he was grateful, even if he wasn’t able to show it. “For everything.”

Sam gave him a weighted stare before returning his smile tenfold. It was like the sun was beaming down on him, chasing away any dark, untethering thoughts he may have been battling.

“Course.” Sam wrapped his shoulder around him, pulling him in close. Bucky felt himself tense for a moment, before finally allowing himself to melt into his presence. To let himself feel connected to another person, to feel the warmth seeping from Sam’s body without the knee jerking reaction he’d been fighting for the last seventy odd years. It felt…nice.

Sam tightened his grip on his shoulder just slightly, his thumb rubbing up and down soothingly where Vibranium met flesh. The corded muscles spasmed just briefly before giving way to the touch, already the tension dissipating at his neck. Sam spoke, seemingly oblivious to how his touch was affecting him.

“You’re gonna let me bandage the rest of that hand at least.” He stated certainly, giving Bucky a knowing look. Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Nu-huh, none of that ‘I can do it on my own shit’ Barnes. That whole, terrifying stunt of sliding your tendons back without so much as a Tylenol is something I could have gone my whole life not witnessing. It was mortifying.”

Bucky slowly nodded. He hadn’t really thought about it like that he supposed. It was just something that needed to be done, so he’d done it. It hadn’t occurred to him how it could have affected Sam. “I guess that’s…fair.”

“You know it.” Sam retorted, opening the SUV door. Rhodes gave a haphazard wave from up front, tapping at his phone diligently.

“Did everyone have fun on the fieldtrip?” He quipped, grunting as he turned in the driver’s seat to give the both of them intensive stares. Sam gave an exasperated sigh.

“I’d really like to never do fieldtrips again, if I’m being honest.” He moved to take the wraps from Bucky’s hand, Rhodes watching the whole interaction intently. Bucky allowed it, keeping up with Rhodes’ sharp eye contact. Rhodey’s eyebrows lifted slightly before turning back around, and the car shot forward onto the road.

“Well, good news is that Torres is sifting through the Intel we’re currently gathering. He said he’s already gotten some hits.” Rhodey said, glancing at them in the back mirror.

Sam gave another long, exhausted sigh. “God, that was awfully fast.”

Bucky nudged him with his good shoulder. “It’s only because my spyware is that good, Wilson.” He gave him a cocky grin. “I built it myself, so of course we’re already getting hits. I’m just that good.”

Sam gave him a flat stare. “Say’s the man who tumbled off the cell tower installing it.”

Bucky huffed. “Wow, hostile.”

“But true.” Sam shot back, diligently wrapping said hand that was currently a prime piece of evidence to the statement. Sam held it up with an irritated huff.

“I plead the fifth.” Bucky dead panned.

“Bucky, the hell does that even mean? What-“

Rhodey’s cellphone cut through their bickering, flashing lights strobing dramatically in the front seat. Bucky raised an eyebrow as Rhodes took the call, the other man glaring at him through the rearview mirror.

“This better not be a McDonalds order, Lieutenant.” Rhodes said, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Sam and Bucky shared a look. Torres wouldn’t be calling unless he’d found something, something that couldn’t wait.

Or, maybe the man really did want McDonalds. Bucky couldn’t blame him, the McFlurries were divine. The future was amazing.

Rhodes continued to strum an irregular beat on the steering wheel, eyes cutting left and right as he merged onto the highway. Bucky sniffed, turning to Sam. “Think Torres is a Mcflurry or an apple pie kinda guy?”

Sam blinked at him with a baffled expression. “What?”

“Shit!” Rhodes suddenly swerved the car though lanes of traffic, car horns blaring as they slid across pavement. He slammed on the breaks beneath a nearby overpass, Bucky barely preventing Sam from breaking his nose into the headrest.

“GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!” Rhodes bellowed, quickly unstrapping his seatbelt and flying through the driver’s seat door.

Time slowed down, or maybe Bucky was a new beast entirely. “Sam, MOVE!” Sam seemed to be moving in slow motion as Bucky desperately reached across him, ripping the seatbelt out of the cushions. He then grasped at Sams clothing, pulling him to his chest as he flipped onto his back, pushing as hard as he could with his feet and kicking off the passenger door. The driver’s side door blew off its hinges at the force of his back hitting it like a battering ram, and he flipped his feet to the sky, clutching at Sam as they tumbled. He neatly tucked and rolled, landing nimbly on his feet with Sam slung hastily over his shoulders. He began to sprint, eyes zeroing in on Rhodey barely a few feet ahead of him. He flew by, grasping onto the other man’s arm as he passed and slinging him onto his other shoulder with ease.

He barely made it a few hundred yards before a loud roar filled his ears and the ground began to shake under his feet. He collapsed to his knees, peering back quickly at the giant fireball that was once their SUV. The explosion suddenly caved in on itself, everything going dead quiet.

Bucky’s eyes widened. “Oh, FUCK-“

Suddenly there was an intense blast, the percussion sending them all reeling backwards. Shrapnel was flying past them like spears, indenting into the ground around them with deadly force.

“Down!” Bucky shoved Sam and Rhodey to the ground and covered them with his body, bracing as twisted metal and gears fell around him. A tearing sensation lit up his side, and something metallic bounced off his head with enough force he began to see stars.

Then as quickly as it happened, it went silent. Only the sound of the SUV crackling could be heard, as well as the sound of car horns and people screaming.

Bucky blinked heavily, a weird sensation slowly taking over his body. He fell to his knees, gasping as he clutched his head. His bandaged hand came back stained heavily with crimson, and he found himself trying to blink blood out of his eyes. Definitely not great, he surmised. “Buck!” Sam cried out, but his voice was far away.

He fought back the darkness encroaching on his vision, moaning as his Vibranium hand came back slick from his side. He glanced down, silently cursing at the sight of blood and shredded skin. He was losing blood at an astronomical rate. He was suddenly so cold and so, SO tired. He felt himself falling backwards.

“Buck! Hey now, you stay with me.” Sams voice was so far away, but Bucky could hear the desperation bleeding through. He blinked, but suddenly everything was getting so murky. He could feel hands gently grasp at the back of his head and shoulder, easing him carefully to the ground.

“M’tired Sam.” Bucky murmured, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden.

“Hey now, you can nap later, Terminator. We’re gonna go to Mcdonalds, get you that Mcflurry and apple pie.” Sam was putting pressure on his side. It should have hurt, but he didn’t feel it. A part of him knew that should concern him, but all he could focus on was how tired he was.

“Only like the Mcfl-Mcflurry.” He slurred out, his eyes slowly shutting against his will.

“Buck. Bucky! BUCKY. Stay with me now, don’t do that.” Sam was gently shaking him, but everything was so distant now, like he was living in a dream. He could hear Sam calling out. “Rhodey!! Ambulance, NOW! Bucky, don’t do this to me. Bucky! BUCKY!”

He really should say something, tell Sam everything was going to be okay, that he’d be okay. It’s just…he’s so tired.

Everything went black.