The atmosphere at Tony Stark's funeral was somber and heavy, filled with a sense of loss and sadness.

Bucky stood apart from the other Avengers, lost in his own thoughts as he listened to the speeches being given.

He looked down at the small flask he held in his hand, his eyes filled with pain and guilt.

Inside the flask was the remain of you.

You was his girlfriend, who had turned to dust along with half the universe after the snap.

Despite the presence of other people, he felt completely isolated and alone.

You're the only one who didn't come back.

You still nothing but dust.

He stood at the front of the venue, surrounded by the other heroes, watching as people began to pay their sadness to Tony's coffin.

He looked at Sam who was beside him, rubbing his shoulder to give him comfort from what happened to you.

His heart ached, his mind replaying the memories you both had shared together.

Last time he had see you was before five years, watching your body slowly turned into dust in front of him before he followed you.

As his gaze finally came to rest, he found himself staring at the flask in his hands, the flask that contained her dust.

He looked down at the flask, his hands trembling as memories flooded back.

"She didn't survive" Bucky admitted quietly about you as avoiding looking at Sam.