Bucky sat in the house he had once shared with Steve. He lay curled up the bed trying to suppress the pain. He couldn't even believe how Steve had been through this about three times.

He layed trying to ignore that today was the day of the funeral. He couldn't bring himself to go. He knew he had to. Nat kept calling his phone. He watched as it rang. Tears slowly falling down his face.

There was a bang at the door.

"James Barnes!" Natasha yelled, "come open the door!"

He lay there in silence hoping she would just leave. Not a moment later he heard the front door fall to the floor.

"Barnes! It's the funeral today, get ready."

He turned to face her. His eyes bloodshot, his hair knotted and face red.

"I can't do it," he cried, "I can't do it, not without him. I can't say goodbye I can't."

Nat put a hand on his shoulder.

"You're one of the strongest men I know Barnes. Cmon, just for today. I promise I'll leave you alone tomorrow," she replied. She wasn't quite sure how to sound comforting, but it seemed to of worked.

Bucky let out a soft smile, but it quickly faded.

"Even when I had nothing I had Steve," he spoke.

"Hey he said the exact same thing when he found you on that highway."

"All those times Hydra hurt me, I yelled for him. I knew he wouldn't find me, but I still wanted a chance, ya know? I don't know how he's done this so many times."

"Steve was- is a strong man. He tried to hold up with front that he was ok, but in reality, without you he was a wreck. He never stopped talking about you. He never stopped caring. One day when you finally pass and meet him again, I bet he'll still care," Nat said softly, "anyway, get ready and freshen up."

Nat got up and left the room.

"I'll be in the living room!" She yelled.

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"I would now like to invite James Barnes up to day a few words," the funeral director spoke.

"It's Bucky," he muttered under his breath.

He walked up to the stand and looked down at everyone who had come. He only recognised a few people. Stark, Sam, Fury.

"Steve," he started, "he was one of the best people I ever met. He cared for everyone. To be honest, this world didn't deserve him. I remember, back in Brooklyn, he would always walk slowly behind me. I would tell him to speed up and he would purposely walk slower. He was a little shit, but I love him. Now he's gone, I…."

He lost his train of thought.

"I'm sorry," he blurted. He stormed out of the reception. Sam followed him.

Sam was met with a mess when he found Bucky. He had somehow messed up his tie within about 40 seconds. He sat on a bench raining tears.

"How are you fine?" He asked Sam, "how are you not crying?"

"Trust me, I cried before," Sam sighed, "I know we haven't really gotten on that well, but you know he really cared for you. When I first met him he was like you said, a little shit, but we all cared for him."

"We never deserved him."

"Bucky, it's fine if you want to go home."

"Tell Nat I left."

"Oh no I'm not letting you drive."

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"Thanks for driving me," Bucky choked, "you didn't have to."

"Really it's no big deal, just don't do anything stupid," Sam smiled and drove away.

Bucky walked into the house and immediately broke down. His Stevie was gone. Who would be there to help him when he's stuck re-living his past when he sleeps? Who's going to make him coffee when he's sad? Who's going to hold him the same way Steve did?

No one. No one can.

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