I Was With You Till The End Of The Line

• Angelina Drivas, Grade 11
• Short Story
• 2018

They were cornered. Surrounded by Thanos’s minions they were all battered and bruised exhausted from fighting constantly for what seemed like forever but they were no closer to their goal. Thano’s expression was one that made each one of their blood boil. A smug look like he had victory in his grasp.
“This is where everything changes. You shall all perish to me and the rest shall rule under my command” His voice echoed out, dripping with the poison of his deeds. Steve’s fists clenched as his gaze looked around to everyone who was on his side. People who he fought, he loved, he protected and cherished, the thought of losing them all made him sick to his stomach for he wanted to protect him all no matter what pain they gave to him
“We have come this far..! We will fight until our last breath. We’ll do this- just like the old man said Together.” Tony’s voice spoke out, yelling to gain the attention of this enemy, and just like on cue they all attacked once more wanting to take out the enemy as soon as they could with the energy they had left.

It was brutal.

Wounds, blood, the death of enemies had increased and their energy was becoming smaller and smaller by the second. They all fought with all their might. One of those people had caught Steve’s eye. Bucky. His best friend. He was close to collapsing, being swarmed by Thano’s minions he was losing the fight quickly. Steve’s eyes widened at the sight of a behind attack coming straight towards Bucky, it was like time had slowed down around him, he couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not him. Please. It was like he didn’t think. Instantly his feet moved on his own as he bolted straight for him pushing Bucky out of the way sending him flying to the ground but out of harm's way. But Steve was caught in the middle of it. He didn’t have time to fight back before..disaster. Steve had been impaled. Fatally wounded he collapsed to his knees, blood coughed from his lips as his hands supported him,
“NO!” Was all that could be heard making everyone freeze. Bucky’s broken, scared and enraged voice could be heard ringing out, he was screaming. Soon another scream could be heard, then more cries of shock and plea or was it desperation for it to not be real from everyone as Captain America collapsed to the ground only just being caught by Bucky’s arms who’s tears were already streaming down
“You punk! What were you thinking?!” Buck’s shattered voice echoed through as everyone was dead silent, crying, praying- praying that this wasn’t real, but it was. All Steve could manage was a small smirk, tears streaming down his own face as he let out a weak chuckle looking directly at his best friend.
“I told you...I was with you till the end of…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, the last bit of life had left Captain America as he shut his eyes.
“Steve?! STEVE?! NOT AGAIN PLEASE! Y-YOU STILL PROMISED ME A DANCE! PLEASE!” Peggy could be heard screaming- crying, pleading for him to open his eyes as she collapsed to her knees clutching her chest as she just let out this blood-curdling scream of agony that rang throughout everyone’s ears. Bucky sat there, on his knees. Frozen. He didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. Why him?! WHY?! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS?! Was all he could think, then he let out the same scream filled with pain and agony as his body shook clutching the body of his best friend in his arms close to him tightly. He was gone. No matter what anyone could do. He was gone. Captain America. Was dead.