There Will Be An After [WW2 for Steve]

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For about a second, Bucky is sure he had an actual, honest-to-god heart attack at the sight of Steve flailing his way across a twenty-foot gap full of fire and exploding things, but then somehow, impossibly, there's a hand clinging to the railing in front of him, and he's got both of his hands around it, and he's hauling Steve over the rail and they're collapsing in a heap.

He's swearing and can't manage to stop, voice too high and too fast. "Oh my god oh fuck Jesus Mary and Joseph oh fuck Steve," he babbles, shoving at the body half-across his chest. Steve is heavy. (So heavy he's not even sure how he managed to get him over the rail.)

There's still heat and smoke everywhere, but he's going to take a minute to freak out on the metal floor for a second.