There was no other option. If you wanted to stop Dreykov, you had to sacrifice your own life. But it was worth it. It would be worth it. You had been able to free the remaining widows, to free Dreykovs daughter from his conditioning. Now the only thing left was to make him pay, to stop him from doing this to any woman ever again.

You were sitting on top of his jet that was about to set off, trying to get away from the red room that was slowly sinking down to the ground. Bucky was standing a few feet away, close enough to hear you, but not close enough to reach you in time. You looked into his eyes, seeing the realization in them when you reached for your baton behind your back, holding it up in the air, ready to push it into the jets gears. “Don’t!” He called out, his voice desperate. He stared to run towards you, his expression determined and… scared. Scared that he wouldn’t reach you before you sacrificed yourself.

You smiled a sad smile. Taking in his beauty for the last time. He wouldn’t get to you quick enough to stop you. And you didn’t want him to. You wanted to end this horror, to make the decision yourself, maybe for the first time in your life. “Please!” He called out one last time. But it was too late.