The sounds of gunfire filled the air around them as the smell of gunpowder rose like a cloud around them in a mist. The smell was almost intoxicating and suffocating. The smell of war lay for miles. The pouring rain seemed to mimic their feelings, the thick mud making it difficult to move. Bullets flew through the air only missing those who managed to dodge them. The trampling feet, a death trap for anyone that fell.

In the brunt of the fight, where the soldiers were at war, one man stood out among them all. He was costumed in a navy outfit and mask which was ripped and stained by battle. He clung tightly onto a large round shield made with the hardest metal, with colours circling on it like that of a target. Red, white & blue with a star in the middle. An American Patriot. A new hero that had sprung up not long ago, not only gaining respect of a few people, but an entire nation. His name was Steve Rogers, once known as a short, blonde, skinny wimpy boy, now leading an entire army into battle. He was now known as Captain America, due to a special super serum that had been created, he was now the strongest one of them all. Beside him, throwing punches and firing guns was his best friend Bucky. Amazingly holding his own through the body of attacks that surrounded them.

Steve threw his shield watching it soar through the air like a frisbee, knocking everyone over everyone in its path. At the same time he threw punches and kicks, trying to pave a way from the enemies. He quickly jumped catching his shield with one hand and holding it in front of him to rebound the bullets now continuously shooting at him. A man ultimately skilled with his shield, nobody could compare.

"THIS IS WAY OUVER OUR HEADS CAPTAIN". Bucky shouted at him, sending at elbow into his attacker's face. "There is no way we can get through them all". He ducked a punch and sent a kick straight to the guys abdomen.

Steve rammed two attackers with his shield, watching as a colleague of his shot them directly in the head. Bucky was right. There was 10 times as many as they had expected and prepared for. Sure they were killing a lot of enemies, but Steve was all too aware of the amount of men he was losing around him. Had becoming Captain America even been worth it anymore? Every moment was surrounded by death.

"ORDERS CAPTAIN". one of his men shouted out, ripping a knife out of a bloody fallen body.

He'd made up his mind. He was in charge. His word is what they hung onto like the gospel. He couldn't lose anymore men. He needed them all for a bigger battle that was arising anyday now. HYDRA abiding their time for a takeover. Throwing them little battles, killing and exhausting them until they least expected the big one. He didn't like to run away from a battle, but if he didn't do something now none of them would walk away alive and the injuried desperately needed attention. Be a leader, protect your men.

They look up to you. You're nothing without them.

He knocked his shield against an attacker, causing them to fly across the fight. An explosion of fire blew up next to them, causing a shockwave to send half of the battle flying backwards with the debris and mud.

"FALL BACK!". he shouted to his men loudly.

"FALL BACK!". Bucky shouted in echo along with a few others.

Now they would have to fight their way out of this. Blood and bullet marks were beginning to cover Steve's shield as he covered himself behind it and ran, using it like a ramming guard. The enemies refused to let them escape easily, putting everything into striking them down. The sound of metal hitting Steve's shield rung in his ears, the vibration running through it running up his hands and trembling up his arms. He put all his anger and revenge into his fight, hearing the sound of colleagues screams before they fell motionless to them ground. It was a chaotic horror. He couldn't deny. It infected his dreams and mind.

Steve and Bucky continued to watch each other during the fight. They always had each others backs through anything and war was no excuse. Having a friend like that it battle, slightly put your mind at ease. You knew that someone was watching you and protecting you.

"BUCKY CATCH" Steve shouted noticing a gunner and throwing him the shield. Bucky jumped and caught it in mid air, shielding himself from the rain of bullets that rained down on him like hail. "THANKS….". but his voice cut off, eyes wide in horror as he stared back at his best friend who was now exposed to the world and perfect timing.

Steve realised his mistake, reflecting the fear in Bucky's face. All he had thought at that moment was of protecting his best friend until he felt it. One bullet to his back, the other to his neck. He let out a huge scream of pain and threw out his hands as fell under the trampling feet into the mud, with a splash and gargle.

"STEEEVE". Bucky screamed, running to his best friends aid, fighting through the bodies with the shield. Bucky kept himself sheltered by the shield and knelt on the ground trying to stop the blood escaping the wound on Steve's neck. His face grew pale as the precious warm blood ran through his fingers in a stream. This had to be a nightmare.

"Don't leave me buddy come on". Bucky croaked, face drenched with rain as he cradled Steve's head in his hands.

Steve coughed up blood looking up at Bucky. He'd saved his life, thats all that really mattered. Now Bucky and the others had to get out before it was too late. He knew his friend would never accept that. "T-Take the shield and lead them out Bucky, you're… their leader now".

"DONT DO THIS DAMMIT!". Bucky yelled "We need you".

Steve could feel the cold creeping into his bones. He refused to tell Bucky he couldn't feel his legs. He was starting to feel quite tired and heavy. There was no way he was going to get out of this alive. He was the ultimate sacrifice.

"I'll carry you".

"That will just weigh you down, go please Bucky".

"NO Steve".

"Bucky that IS AN ORDER!" Steve growled in pain, gritting his teeth "GO NOW".

Bucky squeezed Steve's hand and took off running, shouting to the other men with the shield out.

A shadow slipped over Steve, slowing up the rain and he looked up as a face stood over him, glaring back. The figure took out a gun and pointed it at Steve's head. So this was how it was going to end. Dying at the hands of an enemy. So be it.

"Long live Captain America" the figure snickered before pulling the trigger.

He closed his eyes tightly. A gunshot and all had ended.