Out Of Time

hundred twelve

Warning: tread lightly. this chapter is tough.

Steve landed the quinjet as Bucky and Y/N grabbed weapons.

"You shouldn't come in with us," Bucky muttered, shaking his head. "It's too dangerous."

"Too bad," Y/N responded, slipping guns into the holster of her suit, that was thankfully in the quinjet. "I'm coming."

Bucky sighed before looking up at Y/N. "I'm not the same man you knew."

"I'm not the same woman. But..." Y/N stepped forward, took Bucky's metal hand, and held it to her chest. "You're still my Bucky."

Bucky studied her eyes for a second before swiftly putting his free hand on the back of her head and pulling her in to meet his lips. She was shocked, not kissing back for a few, before remembering how much she loved the feeling of his lips on hers. He was the one to end the kiss, stepping away and breaking all physical contact with her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Bucky apologized. "I'm not in the correct mindset."

He quickly made his way over to the back of the quinjet, waiting for the ramp to lower. Y/N joined him before Steve left the pilot's chair and stood in the middle of them as the ramp lowered.

"You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?" Steve asked.

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky questioned.

"Yes," Y/N answered, with a reminiscent smile.

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead," Steve continued.

"What was her name again?" Bucky asked.

"Dolores," Y/N responded. "You called her Dot."

"She's gotta be a hundred years old right now."

"So are we, pal," Steve said, clamping his hand on Bucky's shoulders.

The three of them looked at each other before Steve slipped his helmet on and they exited the quinjet. It was cold, the wind blowing harshly as snow covered the ground. Bucky led them to the entrance, set in rock. The door was open.

"He can't have been here more than a few hours," Steve said as they stared at the door.

"Long enough to wake them up," Bucky said. Both men looked over to Y/N.

"Last chance. I really wish-"

"Save it Steve. You know I'm not leaving," Y/N retorted.

Both men sighed. "Then no powers unless it's absolutely necessary. I don't need you throwing up in the middle of a fight."

Y/N gave a small nod before Steve led them in, her in the middle and Bucky tailing. They entered a small elevator. She watched as the men nodded at each other while the elevator went down. Once it rattled to a stop, the men heaved up the doors. Steve held up his shield as the other two held up their guns, walking along a corridor, keeping close to a wall.

The trio headed up a flight of stairs, Bucky leading, Y/N in the middle, and Steve at the end, when they heard a noise from behind them. They swiftly spun around, aiming down the corridor. Still keeping his gun up, Bucky gently pushed Y/N down so that she was more hidden.

"You ready?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Bucky responded.

The three held their positions as the creaking of the doors at the end of the corridor continued. The double doors part, forced open by Iron Man. Both Steve and Y/N stared in surprise. Tony walked towards them, retracting the suits helmet.