Steve flies the Quinjet towards the mountains, Bucky sits behind us. I still had my eyes closed, not wanting to open them just yet. We had been in the air for a little over an hour now.
"What's gonna happen to your friends?" Bucky asked. I could almost hear him blaming himself. I lifted my head up and looked at him. Steve just stared ahead, heavyhearted. He sighs and shakes his head.
"Whatever it is… I'll deal with it." Steve said and I shook my head, knowing where they would end up.
"I don't know if I'm worth all this, Steve," Bucky said. I stood up, not liking him doubting himself. I walked over to him and sat beside him. Steve glanced around at Bucky.
"What you did all those years . . . it wasn't you. You didn't have a choice," Steve said, while I nodded in agreement. I could tell
