Dust choked the air, the SHIELD facility crumbling around Y/N. Concrete pinned your leg, pain flaring with every move. Sparks flickered in the dark, and a Kree drone’s whine echoed nearby.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice was hoarse, his vibranium arm heaving debris aside. His eyes found yours, fierce but scared. “I’m getting you out.”

“Bucky, it’s not safe—” Y/N coughed, gripping his wrist. His pulse raced under your fingers.

“Not leaving you,” he snapped, kneeling to free you. You’d been best friends since Wakanda—shared scars, late-night talks, unspoken more. Now, post-Infinity War, Kree hunting Infinity Stone remnants had trapped you both in this collapsing hell.

Are we out of the woods yet? you thought, the song’s refrain haunting you. Another explosion shook the walls. Bucky wedged his arm under the concrete. “On three, pull. Ready?”

Before you could nod, a Kree drone’s blue glow lit the rubble. Bucky shielded you, knife drawn. You clutched your stun g-n, defiant. “Together.”