Okay here it is the last chapter! I'm really excited for this. So, a reviewer mentioned that Gabe was married and I thought it would be neat to mention it, though that's all it is, just a quick 'oh I have a wife' thing as it doesn't really make a difference to the story.

Meant to post this on Sunday as I normally do, and I thought I did. Apparently not...so here it is now sorry about that.

Once again, if you reconize it then it's not mine.

Harry and Steve were relaxing by the fire after their last mission. The group had just finished destroying the last Hydra base and were slowly making their way back to the safe pick-up zone a few days away. They had just made camp for the night and were enjoying some peaceful downtime. Gabe and Jim had gone off hunting, hoping to have something beside their K-Rations to eat for dinner. Dum Dum, Bucky, Jac and Monty had gathered near the fire in a circle and were playing poker.

Steve had gathered Harry into his arms and cuddled by the fire. The pair were always quick to take advantage of being away from base to be together in public. Thankfully, by now the rest of the team were used to their shows of public affection and no longer had any issues with it. That and Harry had placed strong silencing wards along with a proximity ward on their tent.

"How are the wedding plans going?" Bucky asked as he lay down his hand and gathered his winnings.

"Finished thankfully. I'm still questioning the logic of getting married right now, but at the same time I'm tired of waiting." Harry smiled at that fact. He and Steve had talked about it and they had decided they were done with waiting. Steve had spoken to Philips and the Colonel had agreed to give the commandos two-weeks leave starting February 6. Harry couldn't remember what month the war ended and they both knew there would still be a lot of work and maybe even fighting for them to do afterwards, so instead, they were getting married in a week.

"We kind of cheated. I called my Granddad and told him what we wanted to do. He's been making all the plans for us; we haven't really done anything. He was quite happy for the distraction. I guess he's not all that busy at the ICW headquarters. He's mostly been sitting around making plans with the other generals about possible ways to contain Grindelwald. Though, by the sound of it, he's mostly just sitting listening to everyone else argue."

"He did seem a little upset that it wasn't going to be the large society wedding he wanted for mum but he's okay with our decisions to keep it small." And wasn't that something to be grateful for. Harry had been terrified when Theodore had started talking about the proper people to invite and how many reporters to notify.

"It should be fun. I'm looking forward to seeing how different your wedding will be from my own." Gabe smiled as he dealt the next hand, thinking of his wife at home.

"I couldn't tell you." Harry shrugged and snuggled closer to Steve. "I've never been to a wedding, magical or muggle, and I think things might have changed a bit in the next sixty years."

A hoot from the tree above drew their attention. Looking up Harry noticed a large barn owl with a note. "Hello there. Who is that for?" Flapping its wings, the owl flew down and landed on Harry's outstretched hand. Taking the letter Harry scowled at the seal as he opened it.

"Who's it from?" Steve asked pulling Harry closer. He didn't like the look on Harry's face, it never boded well when his fiancé had that scowl on his face.

"The ICW. Apparently, there is a dark wizard trying to start a rebellion in Basel Switzerland. They want me to go and deal with it. They know we're close by and don't think it will take longer than a few days. I need to let them know immediately and if I accept then I need to leave first thing in the morning."

"Who's leaving in the morning?" Gabe asked as he and Jim came back dragging a deer between them.

"Harry is." Steve stared down Harry's argument. "He has to do a small task for the ICW while we're in the area. Then he'll meet back up with us when he's done."

"Oh, well as long as your coming back." Monty said laying his cards down making the other three men curse.

"I don't know," Harry looked the letter over again. "We're supposed to be taking that Hydra train in two days. I want to be here to help."

"Don't worry about us," Bucky got up and sat down beside Harry giving him a small shove. "You go deal with that evil wizard we'll get Zola and we'll met up back in London."

"Are you all sure?" Harry looked at each man in turn. He needed to be sure that the team was going to be fine without him.

"Yes. We'll all be just fine." Dum Dum smiled at him with the others all following suit.

"See." Bucky wrapped an arm around the smaller man's shoulders. "We'll be fine, absolutely nothing to worry about."

Harry returned to London only to find headquarters nearly silent. No one would tell him what had happened, and immediately he thought something had happened to Steve. Yesterday he had felt a horrible tearing in his chest accompanied by the feeling of terror then a sharp pain in his arm. He was thankful when he finally ran into Peggy. "Pegs! What happened? No one will tell me anything."

Peggy sighed. "Of course not. Come with me I'll explain on the way there."

"Is Steve okay?"

"Physically he's fine."

"Physically? Peggy! Damn it what happened?" Harry reached out and touched Peggy's shoulder.

"Bucky. It's Bucky."

Harry felt like he had been hit in the chest with a bludger. "Take me to Steve." He knew that his fiancé would be hurting badly if Bucky was hurt or Merlin forbid dead.

"The mission on the train was both a success and a disaster. We did get Zola and he's being questioned by Philips. When they boarded the train there were attackers waiting for Steve and Bucky. While they were able to defeat the attackers, Bucky was knocked out of the train and fell into the gorge. Steve took off for the bar you all go to. I figured I'd wait a little and hope you got back and if not then I would go after him myself. Thankfully, you're back and you can talk some sense into him."

The pair made their way to the bar in silence, both worried about the Captain. Peggy led the way slowly picking her way across the debris into the bar.

"Dr. Erskine said that…the serum wouldn't just effect my muscles; it would effect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means um…I can't get drunk. Did you know that?"

Peggy picked up a chair and righted it. "Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects. It wasn't your fault."

"Did you read the reports?"

"Yes."

"Then you know that's not true."

"You did everything you could." She paused and glanced back at Harry who just shook his head. Steve needed some tough love, but it couldn't come from him, not yet. "Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?" she waited for Steve to look at her and silently agree with her. "Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He damn well must have thought you were worth it."

"I'm goin' after Schmidt. I'm not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured."

"You won't be alone."

"She's right." Harry made his way around the bar and over to Steve. Putting his hand on Steve's shoulder Harry stood between Steve's legs. "Peggy, let Colonel Philips know that we'll be back tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to take Steve somewhere to relax. Come on you," Harry grabbed Steve's hand and gently pulled him up. "We are going to the Leaky, getting a drink and renting a room."

Peggy stood and hugged both men. "You both look after one another. I'll let Philips know that you'll be by tomorrow afternoon." Smiling at the pair Peggy made her way back to headquarters.

"Come on love, lets get over to the Leaky and get you a few drinks. I think we can get you a little tipsy with wizarding alcohol. Then we'll get a room and I bet I can take our minds off things. At least for a little while." Giving Harry a small smile Steve allowed himself to be led away from the destroyed bar.

Neither spoke for the several blocks to the Leaky Cauldron. Harry led the way to the counter to where a much younger Tom was cleaning glasses. "Evening gentlemen, what can I do for you tonight?"

"Do you have a free room?" Harry asked.

"I do, one of our best. Room's a galleon a night, breakfast included."

"We'll take it, along with a couple bottles of your best and strongest firewhisky."

Nodding Tom turned around and grabbed two bottles from behind the bar along with a key from the wall. "With the whisky that comes to six galleons."

Reaching into his pocket Harry pulled out the money and exchanged it for the key and bottles. Passing the bottles over to Steve Harry led the way up to their room. After pushing Steve into a chair Harry turned to close and lock the door before joining his fiancé at the table. "Let's see if firewhisky works on you my love." Pouring a glass Harry passed it over to Steve then poured himself one.

"I'm sorry Harry. Its my fault Bucky died. I couldn't reach him. He picked up my shield to defend me after I got knocked down. The force of the shield being hit knocked him out of the train. I got rid of the Hydra agent and tried to get Bucky." Steve shook his head and lowered it to rest in his hands. "I couldn't reach him Harry…I tried."

Putting his glass down Harry moved to sit in Steve's lap. "Hey. Hey look at me." Reaching out Harry gently took Steve's face between his hands. He waited until Steve looked at him before continuing. "It wasn't your fault. We can play the blame game all you want. We can say that the rest of the team is to blame for staying behind. Hell, we can say that I'm to blame for taking that side mission."

Steve was wide eyed, unbelieving of what he had just heard. "NO! No Harry, you're not-"

"Exactly. I'm not to blame, the team's not to blame, Bucky's not to blame and you are certainty not to blame. If you want to blame anyone blame Hydra. They're the ones who killed our brother, and we will get our revenge…tomorrow. For tonight we have two bottles of firewhisky, and…" standing Harry took off his cloak and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. "A room all alone in the wizarding world where no one will care what we do."

Throwing his whisky back Steve stood quickly, knocking the chair over in his haste to get to Harry. Tearing his shirt off he tossed it across the room as he crawled up the bed to where Harry was leaning back on the pillows smiling at him.

Harry gingerly sat down, unable to hold back a wince, sucking in his breath. The men sitting around the table all laughed. "Do you need a pillow for your ass Harry?" Monty chuckled.

"Fuck you." Harry leaned back in his chair as he flipped the other Englishman the two-finger salute. "And get that smug look off your face Steven Rogers or you'll be sleeping alone for the next two weeks." The team laughed even harder. It felt good to have that small laughter after the disaster of the train.

Colonel Philips stormed into the meeting room, cutting of the laughing instantly. "Johann Schmidt belongs in a bug house. He thinks he's a god. He's willing to blow up half the world to prove it, starting with the USA."

Howard came over and sat at the table leaning over and looking at each of the men. "Schmidt's working with powers beyond out capabilities. He gets across the Atlantic, he will wipe out the entire eastern seaboard in an hour."

"How much time we got?" Gabe asked.

"According to my new best friend, under twenty-four hours."

"Where is he now?"

"Hydra's last base is here." Philip's held up a photo and pointed to the base. "In the Alps. Five hundred feet below the surface."

"So, what are we supposed to do? I mean, it's not like we can just knock on the front door."

"Why not?" Steve looked up at the map. "That's exactly what we're gonna do."

Harry stood anxiously with the rest of the team on a cliff. Steve had gone in ahead and allowed himself to be captured while the rest of them waited outside for his signal. Before heading off Harry had placed an eavesdropping spell on Steve along with a tracking charm. Something was wrong he could feel it in his gut, but for the life of him Harry didn't know what was going to happen. He knew it was horrible and terribly selfish of him, but he hoped that if they had to lose someone today that it wasn't Steve.

Hearing that Steve had been brought before Schmidt Harry started to pay closer attention to what was being said and he had to laugh.

"Arrogance my not be a uniquely American trait, but I must say you do it better than anyone. But there are limits to what even you can do, Captain. Or did Erskine tell you otherwise?"

"He told me you were insane." That's right Steve goad the insane megalomaniac, that always works.

"Ah. He resented my genius and tried to deny me what was rightfully mine. But he gave you everything. So, what made you so special?"

"Nothin'. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn." Harry could hear flesh hitting flesh and assumed Schmidt had hit Steve. "I can do this all day."

"Oh, of course you can. Of course. But unfortunately, I am on a tight schedule." Harry stood and motioned that they were to head in. On either side of him the commandos all shot off their special made guns that shot grappling hooks

"So am I!"

Harry crashed through the window, gun at the ready. On either side of him the rest of the commandos crashed into the office. Immediately Harry sought out Steve's eyes, need to make sure the other man was alright. The horrible feeling in his gut was getting worse; he was nearly sick with the anxiety it was creating.

"Rogers! You might need this!" Falsworth tossed the shield to Steve.

"Thanks!"

Jim grabbed his radio, "We're in! Assault team, go!"

Harry followed Steve and the commandos into the corridors of the compound. Guns were going off and people were shouting as Harry ran down the corridor. Coming to a T intersection he spotted Steve hiding in a doorway from massive flames being shot at him. Scowling Harry sent a blasting hex at the fuel tank strapped to the goon's back and watched with satisfaction as the man exploded.

Smiling Steve jogged over to Harry "You're late." There was something about watching Harry fight that turned him on even more so after last night. Looming over the smaller wizard, Steve was about to make a move when Harry stopped him.

"Weren't you about to…" Harry had to smile. He knew exactly what Steve was thinking as he had similar thoughts when Steve was showing off his new height again, however, now was not the time.

"Right." Turning Steve ran down the hall, pulling his shield out from between two doors. Damn. I'll have to hurt Schmidt for this as well. Hopefully, the de-briefing won't take too long then I can drag Harry to our tent.

After giving Steve's arse a fond look Harry joined the others in taking down the remaining Hydra goons. Chasing the goons into a huge hanger Harry had a moment of disbelief. He couldn't believe what Hydra had created. Far ahead he could see Steve trying to catch and stop a huge plane from taking off. There's no way he can catch that plane. I'm not even sure my Firebolt would be able to catch it. What the hell are we going to do?

"Potter!" Philips called out. "Let's go." Turning around Harry saw the Colonel sitting in the diver's seat of a fancy Hydra car. Nodding he jumped into the backseat and held on for dear life. Philips pushed the car to the limit catching up with Steve. "Get in!"

Steve jumped in and nodded to the Colonel as he once again sped off. They could see the hanger doors opening ahead of them, they weren't going to make it… then Philips noticed a button on the dash and pushed it. Immediately the car roared to life and the three men were thrust back into their seats as the car speed off.

Getting close Steve stood and climbed out of the car, aiming to jump onto the plane. Behind him Harry stood as well, with every intention of following his fiancé onto that plane. "Keep it steady!" Steve shouted over the plane's engine. Turning, around Steve spotted Harry following him and reached over to pull his fiancé into a kiss while chanting the incantation for the sticking charm in his head and pointing at Harry's feet. Deepening the kiss Steve reached for Harry's wand and tossed it into the car. There was no way he was allowing Harry to follow. Pulling away from Harry, Steve looked at the Colonel, he had forgotten who was driving the car.

Philips smirked at the Captain. "I'm not kissin' you."

Shooting the Colonel, a grateful smile Steve moved further down the hood, pressing himself tight against the car as they drove under the propellers. He could feel the pressure as they hit the shield and was once again grateful that his shield was made from Vibranium. Once they were clear he jumped, aiming for the plane's wheels.

In the car Harry shook his head to clear it from Steve's kiss. There was no way he was going to let the Pillock get away that easily. Standing he went to follow only to find his feet stuck to the floor of the car. Quickly reaching for his wand Harry was pissed to find it missing. He couldn't look for it right that second as they were driving under the propellers and he had to duck and hide unless he wanted to lose his head. He stood just in time to see Steve jump off the car and land on the wheel then Philips spun the car around. Harry had to watch as Schmidt's plane flew off with his fiancé aboard without any backup.

Finding his wand under the seat, Harry unstuck his feet cursing Steve the entire time. "Potter! Come on we still have a few goons to round up. We'll head to the control room that way Captain Rogers can contact us when he can." Nodding Harry followed the Colonel back across the hanger. There were a few pockets of resistance, but otherwise the base was theirs. Silently Harry followed Philips and Jim to the control tower to wait.

Pulling off his helmet Steve jumped into the pilot's chair. He looked over the instruments trying to figure them all out. The one that stood out to him was a moving map that marked the planes destination and how far away it currently was. Knowing what had to be done he quickly found the radio. "Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?"

The radio came to life and Jim's voice called out through the speakers. "Captain Rogers, what is your…"

Harry pushed Jim out of the way and took his seat in front of the radio. "Steve is that you are you alright?"

"Harry! Schmidt's dead."

"What about the plane?"

Looking down Steve noticed the control panel had been damaged during the battle. "That's a little bit tougher to explain."

"Give me your coordinates, I'll find you a safe landing site." Harry was desperate, they had just lost Bucky, he couldn't lose Steve too.

Steve looked down at the controls. The Merlin damned autopilot was stuck on and nothing he did turned it off. On top of that there were the nukes in the back of the plane. The last thing he needed was to land somewhere safe only to have the bombs explode. "There's not going to be a safe landing. But I can try and force it down"

Philips pointed Jim out of the room wanting to give the pair as much privacy as possible. He already knew the outcome of the conversation. Motioning for a private he sent the man off to find Carter and get her to the control room.

"I'll get Howard on the line. He'll know what to do." Harry was getting desperate.

"There's not enough time. This thing's moving too fast and its heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water."

"Please don't do this." Harry begged. Steve couldn't leave him, he had promised. "We have time, we can work it out." Harry didn't notice the stream of tears running down his cheeks. He knew what was going to happen, but it didn't make it any easier.

"Right now, I'm in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die." There was silence on the other side. "Harry. This is my choice." Steve pulls out his compass and canceled the spell hiding Harry's picture. He was going to need all the courage he can find to do what needs to be done. Taking a last glance at Harry's smiling face Steve pushed the plane down.

"Harry." He needed to hear his beloved's voice one last time. He had to try and say good-bye without saying the words; he refused to say good-bye.

"I'm here."

"I'm gonna need a rain check on our wedding." Merlin, that hurt. They were supposed to get married tomorrow. Now it wasn't going to happen. Forgetting about the bond that connected them, Steve hoped that Harry could find love again and live a full and happy life after the war.

"Alright. A week next Saturday at the British ministry."

"You got it."

"8 o'clock on the dot don't you dare be late. Understood?"

"We'll head up north, take a tour of Scotland, maybe Ireland. I've always wanted to see Ireland. Then after the war we'll go home and start a fam-"

"Steve?" Harry called out not believing that his fiancé was gone. "Steve!" Harry was sure there were tears falling down his cheeks but couldn't find it in himself to care. Suddenly he felt something crash into his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. It was immediately followed by a wave of fear and panic. He could feel unimaginable cold stabbing at his legs, slowly climbing up his body. Clearly wherever Steve had landed was fucking cold. Harry tried to stand but ended up falling over. He couldn't breath. It felt as if his lungs were freezing.

Watching Harry say goodbye to the man he was supposed to marry tomorrow was difficult for all of them. Despite their original concerns and misgivings everyone in the SSR (who knew about them) had come to think of Steve and Harry as that annoying couple everyone loves to hate. They had the kind of perfect relationship everyone wanted. It felt almost too private to be listening too, yet it also felt important to be there and understand. When Harry fell Peggy rushed forward immediately, concern for one friend overcoming her grief for the other.

"Harry, Harry! Talk to me, are you alright?" Reaching out she turned Harry over. "Oh god! He's not breathing, and he feels frozen. Get a medic in here!" Jim didn't hesitate, he took off running down the hall screaming for a medic. Philips rushed forward hoping that it was just a fluke and Potter would get up any second. Kneeling beside Harry, Philips began compressions, if he hadn't seen Harry save Gabe this same way not six months ago, he never would have believed it could work.

Hearing a hoot Peggy looked up. There perched on the back of the chair was a large black owl. Getting up she walked over and was surprised when the owl held out its leg revealing the message attached there. Gently Peggy took the message and opened it. Reading it over she cursed silently. The ICW was reassigning Harry already. Wait! That's it! Looking around Peggy searched for a pen and paper. Finding them on the desk she quickly scribbled a note and rolled it up. "Can you take this back to the ICW quickly. We need help." When the owl nodded, she attached the note to its leg and watched with hopeful eyes as it took flight.

While Peggy had been writing the note the medics had arrived and relieved Philips. They worked hard on the Major and while they were able to re-start his heart and get him breathing again, Potter refused to wake. Moving him onto a stretcher the medics moved Harry to the temporary hospital tent set up outside Hydra's base. With a nod from Philips Peggy followed close behind, needing to make sure her little brother was alright.

She wasn't sure how long she had sat beside Harry's bed but eventually she was joined by Howard and the remaining commandos. Finally, Philips joined them escorting a man wearing green robes, clearly another wizard. "This is Healer Sabella. He says they got a letter about Harry."

"Yes," Peggy stood and walked over to the healer. "I sent the letter with the owl that brought Harry's new orders. I thought a wizard doctor might be needed."

"Can you tell me what happened to Major Potter?" Healer Sabella took a few quick steeps to the bed and began waving his wand over Harry's body.

Philips just shook his head. "He had been talking to Captain Rogers over the radio then he collapsed."

Peggy glared at the colonel. "Harry was saying good-bye to the man he was going to marry tomorrow morning. They have been together for ten years now." She turned her attention back to the healer. "He wasn't breathing, and he felt frozen. Colonel Philips was able to resuscitate him after a few moments and our medics took over after that. They seem to think he is perfectly fine, but he refuses to wake, and he is unresponsive."

The healer hummed to himself as he went over the parchment the diagnostic charm had created. "Did he ever mention a link or connection to this Captain Rogers and where is the Captain now?"

"Steve Rogers crashed a plane somewhere between here and New York less than eight hours ago. There is no reason to believe he survived the crash." Colonel Philips stated. It hurt to think of the small boy he had met not even two years ago was now dead.

"He and Harry mentioned something about soul bonds." Gabe said looking up from Harry's bed. "They said that they both had a brother soul bond to Bucky. Harry mentioned that's why it hurt them so much, physically, when Bucky died. I think Steve said he and Harry were bonded together as well…I can't remember how though."

"Husbands." Jim quietly mentioned. "He and Steve were soul bounded husbands."

"Shit." The healer cursed and lowered the parchment. "You said this Steve is likely dead." The commandos all nodded. "Well in that case it is only a matter of time. The only way that Major Potter will wake, is because he has a task that he must finish."

"What happens if he doesn't have a task?" Monty asked. They all needed to know, but none of them wanted to know. "And what happens when the task is done."

Healer Sabella looked over the gathered group with no small amount of sympathy. It was not the first time he had been called to the bedside of a person whose soul bonded had already left. "He will die. Properly soul bonded couples cannot live without their bonded. Only when there are children involved or a life altering task will one half remain among the living. Even then they do not last long, nor are they ever really truly happy again. I'm sorry, there is nothing more that I can do."

Reaching into his case he pulled out a small collection of potions and handed them over to Peggy. "In case he does wake, he will need these." Thinking for another moment he reached into his case again and pulled out more potions. "These are for you. Simple dreamless sleep potions. You will all need to rest at some point. I suggest making a schedule for sitting with Major Potter, those not sitting with him should take a mouthful of the potion and get a few hours of sleep. Do not take this potion daily for longer than a week, it is very addicting." Nodding to the commandos Healer Sabella turned on his heal and disappeared.

Putting the potions down on the near-by table Peggy collapsed into her chair. "No matter what we do Harry's going to die. It's just not fair." This was just one thing too many for Peggy and she lost her composure, breaking down into tears. Howard was quickest to react, getting up and pulling Peggy up into a hug. There was nothing any of them could say, Peggy was right. Harry was going to follow Steve and Bucky. It really wasn't fair.

Dugan silently got up and went in search of a pen and paper. When he came back, he had a full schedule made up for them to sit with Harry while still getting sleep. "Howard, you take Peggy, Jim, and Jac and some of those sleeping potions and get some sleep. Gabe, Monty, and I will stay up with Harry. After you have all gotten some sleep and eaten, then three of us will sleep. I've written up a schedule and we are all going to follow it, alright." Using the pin, he had grabbed Dum Dum put the schedule up on the tent wall near Harry's bed before settling into a chair.

Seeing the logic in the plan Howard nodded in agreement. Sharing a look with the other two on the sleep shift Howard guided Peggy out of the med tent and toward the tent that had been set up for the commandos. At this point no one was going to care if she stayed with them. Taking the potion from Jim Howard held it to Peggy's lips and forced her to take a sip.

With the help of Jim and Jac they laid Peggy down in Steve and Harry's bed, then each man took a sip of the potion and laid down in their own beds to get some sleep.

Harry woke feeling empty. Something was wrong, he just didn't know what. Looking around he noticed that he was in the med bay back in headquarters. Last thing he remembered they were in the Swiss alps…Steve!

"Oh Merlin! Steve!" Curling up on his side Harry began crying. Steve was gone, Bucky was gone, and his mum was gone. What was he going to do now?

"Harry! Oh, Harry you're awake." Peggy reached out and touched his shoulder.

Harry slowly rolled over and looked up at his sister. Tears were running down her face and she could only manage a small watery smile. Gently Peggy ran her hand down Harry's arm and took his hand in hers. Slowly pushing himself up Harry reached for her and allowed his tears to fall. Peggy gently wrapped her arms around him and allowed her own tears to fall.

The pair sat there and grieved for their lost family member. Peggy wasn't sure how long they held each other but eventually Harry fell asleep again. Gently, so as not to wake him Peggy laid her bother back down and tucked him in. Looking up she smiled at Howard and Dugan who were holding a potion and a small tray of food. "Alright. I can take a hint." Holding out her hand Peggy took the tray and allowed the men to stare her down into eating then pushed her into a bed with a mouthful of potion.

Hours later Harry woke again. This time it was Dugan who was sitting with him. "Harry, glad to see your awake. We've been worried about you. You've been out for just over six days." Harry slowly blinked up at the other man, not feeling up to anything. "Do you think you're up to eating?"

Harry found himself just staring at Dum Dum unable to find the energy to answer. Harry felt dead inside. He didn't really want to eat, eating meant moving and moving meant caring and Harry wasn't sure he could care enough. Deep down he knew that his team, his friends, his brothers, and sister, would worry about him, but he just didn't have the energy.

Feeling his body moving Harry opened his eyes. He hadn't even noticed when he closed them again. The whole team had gathered around him and were giving him sad, encouraging smiles. Behind him Gabe and Monty were propping him upright with pillows.

"Harry," Peggy sat next to him on the bed taking on of his hands between her own. "I know you're hurting, and I honestly can't imagine how badly, but do you think you could try eating a little soup? You need to keep your energy up…you have a task to finish before you can go see Steve again." Each word from her mouth felt like a dagger to her heart, but they were all true. Harry seemed to think about it then slowly nodded with the tiniest of smiles. That the notion of dying and joining Steve again perked Harry up and another dagger slipped into Peggy's heart.

The whole team was having a difficult time. In under two weeks they had lost all but one of their battlefield leaders. Sure, Dugan was a Sergeant and had led teams of men before, but he hadn't needed to in the last fifteen months. Steve, Harry, and James had been amazing leaders. The three of them worked together on almost an instinctual level and the rest of the team had respected and trusted in that leadership. Now, Dugan was having to take over leadership of the commandos. He knew he could do it and was willing…but he wished it were under different circumstances.

On the bed Harry was letting Peggy feed him warm soup a spoonful at a time. Behind her the rest of the team hovered anxious. Peggy had fed Harry most of the soup when Philips walked in with a wizard. "This is Colonel Shacklebolt, from the ICW. Apparently, he is here to speak with Major Potter."

Harry tried to stand but Shacklebolt waved him down. "Don't bother getting up Major. Healer Sabella notified us of your bond, and the death of Captain Rogers."

"Does…does General Grant know?" Harry asked quietly.

The Colonel nodded. "Yes, he was told. General Grant was taken back to the States on orders from the Supreme Mugwump. He didn't think Theodore would want to be here when… Your letter to Jared Coulson has been sent according to your request. General Grant's escort was also ordered to make sure he was properly looked after before leaving…" Shacklebolt petered out looking uncomfortable. "The Supreme Mugwump would like you to take down Grindelwald. He understands that this will be your last mission, as such he has ordered that you do not capture Grindelwald. This is a kill order."

Harry nodded as he tried to push himself up. He was glad that Jared would be there to look after granddad. While he did feel bad about leaving the men alone, he couldn't hold onto the feeling for long. "Do we have any intelligence on Grindelwald's whereabouts?"

"Yes." Shacklebolt reached into his cloak and pulled out a thick folder with a pocket journal on top and passed it over. "This is everything we have on him. Including reports going back to the twenties. Hopefully, there will be something in there to help you. Should you need anything you are to contact us through that journal. It will also record any conversations when you run your finger down the spine or say record while touching it. Anything recorded in it will be sent to the corresponding journal as well."

"Thank you, sir. I will do my best to bring Grindelwald down as soon as possible."

"I'm sure you will Major. You have been one of our greatest agents and will be missed by many." Bowing Shacklebolt left the room.

He team sat in silence trying to figure out what just happened. "Did you just get sent on a suicide mission?" Monty asked looking worried.

"Essentially. Though technically any mission I get sent on is currently a suicide mission." Harry joked smiling. That smile stabbed the rest of the team straight through the heart. His lips were smiling, but it never came close to touching his eyes. After how he used to light up when he laughed seeing him so dull was painful.

"You are not funny Hadrian Potter." Peggy scolded as she placed the soup bowl on the bedside table.

"I think I am." Harry deadpanned. He knew that it was hard for them, but he couldn't bring himself to try. "I'm sorry Pegs."

"Oh Harry." Peggy leaned over and hugged her brother. "Don't be sorry. We'll be alright. You just…" she paused to clear her throat and blink away tears. "You just need to finish your mission."

The rest of the team gathered around and allowed themselves a group hug. Harry allowed himself this moment of peace. For today he would be strong and hold it together, for his sister and the men he called brothers, he would be strong. Tomorrow, he would leave to find Grindelwald and never look back. He couldn't do that to them, come back and hurt them more. Leaving once will be hard enough he doubted he could do it again.

Today…tonight, he would be strong.

Tomorrow, well…tomorrow was the beginning of the end.

Standing near Grindelwald Harry allowed himself a moment of happiness. Once he was done this then he would die and be reunited with Steve and Bucky. It had taken him over nine months, but he was finally here on Jethou Island in the Channel, standing near the broken body of Grindelwald. It had been a grueling duel, lasting hours, but Harry had one thing Grindelwald didn't. Harry wasn't afraid to die, in fact he looked forward to it, but Grindelwald had to go first.

Holding out his wand Harry cast the spell that would end it all, both the war and his own personal suffering. "Avada Kedavra." He watched with a small amount of satisfaction as the green beam headed towards the once Dark Lord, only to pause when another person came out of the shadows. Dumbledore. I should have known he would show up at the last second after I've done all the hard work.

Standing next to Gellert, Albus conjured a mirror in front of his once lover. He wasn't about to let this upstart take his glory nor kill his lover. Once Major Potter was dealt with then Albus would 'capture' Grindelwald and bring him before the ICW and take all the glory.

Seeing his spell reflected on himself all Harry felt was relief. Smiling he lowered his wand, spread his arms, and leaned his had back welcoming death as an old friend.

This was it.

This was how he would be reunited with his husband and brother. He would see his mum again and meet his parents.

This would bring him peace…

Epilogue

"Curve ball, high and outside for ball one. So, the Dodgers are tied, 4-4. And the crowd well knows that with one swing of his bat this fellow's capable of making it a brand-new game again.

Steve woke up confused. The last thing he remembered was crashing Schmidt's plane into the ice. He could hear a radio somewhere broadcasting a ball game.

Just an absolutely gorgeous day here at Ebbets Field. The Phillies have managed to tie up at 4-4. But the Dodgers have three men on.

Pushing himself off the bed he looked around the room. It looked like an SSR hospital room and he was wearing an SSR shirt with kaki pants, but something was off, his magic was lashing out warning him of danger.

Pearson beaned Reiser in Philadelphia last month. Wouldn't the youngster like a hit here to return the favour? Pete leans in. Here's the pitch.

Paying attention to the broadcast game from the radio, he turned to look at the offending box.

Swung on. A line to the right. And it gets past Rizzo. Three runs will score. Reiser heads to third. Durocher's going to wave him in. Here comes the relay, but they won't get him."

He knew that game. He knew that game very well. He and Harry went to see that game in May of '41. Hearing the door opening he turned quickly to see a good-looking nurse walk in.

"Good morning," she looked down to check her watch. "Or should I say afternoon?"

"Where am I?" he knew that whoever had him didn't necessarily have his best interests in mind.

"You're in a recovery room in New York city."

"The Dodgers take the lead, 8-4. Oh, Dodgers! Everyone is on their feet. What a game we have here today, folks. What a game indeed."

"Where am I really?" He was so calling bullshit on their ruse. Even if it was the SSR there was something not right here. His instincts were screaming at him and his magic was chomping at the bit to lash out at this fake nurse. Thankfully, he had plenty of practise keeping his magic in check, the last thing he needed right now was for someone to find out about magic.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." She looked confused. Everything was well organized and looked authentic, why was the Captain reacting this way?

"The game, its from May nineteen-forty-one. I know, 'cause I was there." Steve stood, done with their crap. "Now, I'm gonna ask you again. Where am I?"

The nurse backed away a little. "Captain Rogers…" in her hand she pushes the alarm button needing back up quickly.

"Who are you?" He was startled when two soldiers in black uniforms enter the room. Immediately Steve thinks of Hydra and attacks. It was surprisingly easy to know them through a wall. Running through the hole in the wall he realizes that they set this up to make him think he was home. I need to get out of here fast.

"Captain Rogers, wait!" the nurse yells after him. "All agents, code 13! I repeat. All agents, code 13."

Running as fast as he can Steve dodges people in suits looking for an escape. I need to find somewhere safe to apparate from. I need to get the hell out of here and back to Harry. Merlin, he's gonna kill me when I get back. Leaving the building Steve look a moment to look around the familiar, yet foreign scenery before taking off down the street. He didn't get far before he was surrounded by strange looking black vehicles. A tall black man in leather with an eye patch gets out of one and walked towards him.

"At ease, soldier! Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there but…we thought it best to break it to you slowly."

"Break what?"

"You've been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years." Steve looked around in shock. He was in Harry's original time, sort of. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I just…I had a date." Harry was so going to kill him.

I can't believe it's finally done. I think I'm going to wait a couple of weeks before posting the next story as chapter 5 is currently kicking my ass. It shouldn't be very long though, maybe only 6 chapters. If chapter 5 starts working with me then I'll post sooner.

I haven't gotten everything I wanted in this story, but there will be flashbacks to this time in the third story, which should be longer.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you all in a few weeks :)