Imagine Infinity War angst...

It all started happening in a hazy blur. One second, T'Challa was reaching after Okoye and the next, he was ashes of dust being lifted into the air. No one around me knew what was happening, and no one knew how to stop it. I just knew I had to do one thing: I had to find Bucky.

"Bucky," I called as I trudged around the forest while clutching onto the inside elbow of my left arm. I had been shot by one of Thanos' monsters, but I knew it wasn't fatal. It was just a minor mosquito bite in comparison to the damage we did to Thanos' army- or, at least, the damage we had thought we did.

"Bucky," I called again as I pushed a massive plant out of my way. The forest was silent and all one could hear was the rustling of plants as people moved through them. It was almost as if the war never happened; the battle was nonexistent- it was simply an outlast of silence.

"Buck," I whispered as I punched a plant out of the way. What if he was gone? What if he got out? What if he had faced the same fate as T'Challa and Lord knows how many others? I couldn't lose my Bucky; I couldn't lose my boyfriend; I couldn't lose my best friend. I couldn't lose my beautiful, damaged warrior. I couldn't lose my James Buchanan Barnes.

"Bucky," I screamed as loudly as I could as I felt hot tears beginning to coat my cheeks. Sobs escaped my mouth silently when I heard no response other than the distant rustling of leaves. I was terrified; I was on the verge of giving up. But I knew I couldn't. If Bucky was out there, he was probably tearing down trees to find me. Hell, Bucky was probably ripping trees out of the ground to find me- but that's all if he was still alive.

"Bucky," I whispered as my footsteps slowed. My ears were ringing from something unknown, possibly the anxiety and stress coursing through me. I was at an immensely slow pace as I pushed plants out of the way while not knowing entirely what was happening. I gulped and tried to breathe in a healthy amount of oxygen that would help me regain my composure, but all it did was send me into a coughing spree. I waved away some dust in the air as I continued to cough while walking past Rocket beside some log. Dust was everywhere; I couldn't go or look anywhere without it clouding my vision and coating my lungs. I could barely see from all of the dust blurring my vision along with my vision itself being distorted for reasons unknown. I just wanted to find my Bucky, that's all I wanted.

I continued my slow pace throughout the forest while tripping on almost everything. Numbness is the best word I can use to describe as to what my body was going through- I was completely and utterly numb. "B-Buck," I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed. I couldn't see anything besides darkness as I pushed my way past trees, plants, and some of my other teammates. It was like I was in a state of intoxication as I made my way slowly through the forest; every sense of mine was distorted. I was especially all screwy in the head, for I could barely open my eyes without feeling the need to throw up from my light headedness.

A pair of hands placed themselves on my shoulders and spun me around as they shook me. One was a flesh hand, I could feel that, but one felt extremely...cold.

"Doll," a voice pleaded through my muffled hearing. "Doll, please," the voice cried as the person continued to shake me. "Wake up, Y/n, please."

My eyes drearily opened to be met with a blurry and distorted version of my boyfriend's face. Bucky looked sad and worried, and he looked...terrified.

"Bucky," I murmured as a lazy smile took form on my face while I tried blinking away the blurriness. "You're ok, Baby," I mumbled.

Bucky nodded his head rapidly as tears coated his cheeks while he sobbed. He then pulled me in for a hug and wrapped his arms around me as tight as he could while he collapsed to his knees with his face buried in my shoulder. I could barely grasp onto him even though my senses were becoming less and less distorted. I could actually process everything that was around me now, but everything was different. Everything was...painless.

"Shh," I cooed as I patted Bucky on the back of his head while rubbing my other hand in small circles on his back. "Everything's alright, Bucky; everything's alright."

Bucky whimpered as he pulled away from my neck and studied my face. I watched his face contort as he sobbed harder as his eyes trailed over my being. His fingers lightly brushed against my sides as he tried to be gentle with me, or maybe he was trying to grasp onto me. Maybe this was exactly what the others had gone through.

"Doll," Bucky whimpered as he took his hand away from my side to reveal some dust flying away. "Please, don't leave me," he cried as he slumped forward and buried his face in my chest as his body shook. His tears coated my chest and soon I could feel some type of nonexistence where his face was.

Bucky pulled his face away from my chest when he felt that there was nothing to lean on anymore, and he almost threw up as he watched my torso disintegrate. All that was left was my neck and my face along with some pieces of my shoulders, it was like I was just a mold at a museum.

"Buck," I whispered as I leaned my face forward to get him to focus on me. His eyes snapped up to mine as he held his mouth open in defeat as silent sobs escaped his lips. "I love you, James," I whispered while trying to console him.

Bucky simply whimpered in response as he watched me leave him. I took note of how truly beautiful Bucky was in this moment because I never wanted to forget him. His eyes seemed to give off a sense of hopelessness while also giving off wavelengths of love; his face seemed to scream that he loved me but was too afraid of this being the last time he was ever going to say it; his body language gave off a sense of defeat as he watched me become a cloud of lost hope. I couldn't leave him like this, but I knew there was nothing I could do to help him. He had to watch me go, and I had to endure the pain of watching him the entire process.

"Y/n," Bucky whimpered as he shook his head slowly as my neck started to disintegrate. "No; no; no; no; no," he whimpered as he tried grasping onto the sides of my face only to pull his hands away in fear of me leaving him faster.

I smiled softly as I felt a stray tear leaving my eye. "I love you," I murmured as I leaned my face forward to kiss him. The kiss lasted for a shorter amount than either of us expected because my face had completely fallen through Bucky's and became ash.

"No," Bucky murmured as he turned around, still on his knees, and began grabbing at the air where my ashes were. "No, Y/n," he cried as he stood up and stared after my dust. "I love you," he screamed as he collapsed to his knees once again.

Third POV

Bucky sobbed into his hands as he rocked himself back and forth. He didn't have anything or anyone left aside from Steve, but Steve had been his therapy in different ways. Steve had been his friend, not his lover; Steve had been his best friend, not his girlfriend. Now Bucky didn't have either latter- he only had Steve. And that wasn't enough for him.

"Y/n," Bucky sobbed as he gripped his hair while leaning his face into his thighs. "Come back to me," he whimpered. Bucky heard footsteps near him and he turned around hurriedly only to see that it was Steve Rogers, his best friend that had survived the cruel fate that Y/n had endured.

"Buck," Steve murmured as he started sitting in front of Bucky only for Bucky to push his best friend away.

"Don't," Bucky cried as he shook his head. "Don't sit there," he whispered as more tears filled his eyes. "That was...that was Y/n's..." he trailed on as he bit his fist to keep from screaming.

Steve nodded his head in understanding and moved around the spot to sit on Bucky's right. "Is this alright?" Steve asked sincerely as he awaited Bucky's response.

Bucky's eyes slowly moved to Steve's feet and he nodded, resulting in Steve sitting in his selected spot. The two men stayed in silence for a few moments as Bucky anxiously picked at the leaves where Y/n had been before it happened. Silent sobs escaped Bucky's lips as his vision distorted from the tears threatening to spill, and his gut formed knots from the suddenness of the entire situation. Y/n's gone, Bucky thought. Thanos took her when he should've taken me.

Bucky lurched over to the side and threw up as Steve rubbed a reassuring hand over his back. Bucky hadn't known that fate could be so cruel when it came to love, but he had known that fate had never had a particular liking to him. He was The Winter Soldier, after all; he was most certainly not the luckiest man in the world. But then again, maybe he was. He met Y/n, didn't he? She made him human again; she made his wrongs rights. Y/n filled his lungs with oxygen when HYDRA filled them with poison; Y/n filled his heart with love instead of hate; Y/n filled his head with words of passion instead of the cursed words that made him a monster. Y/n made Bucky a better person, and now...Y/n wasn't around anymore, so why would that person still be around?

"Buck," Steve murmured as Bucky slowly brought himself to an upright position. Bucky's face was emotionless as he stared at open air. He had once thought that Steve was the only reason he hadn't committed the act yet, but after he had met Y/n, everything had changed. Bucky's thought process as of right now was ranging from all various types of darknesses that would bring him closer to her, that would bring him closer to his true love.

Bucky's eyes trailed slowly towards Steve's as his lips parted into an emotionless expression. It was like he was the Winter Soldier all over again except this time no one was controlling him, possibly aside from Y/n. Y/n controlled his actions, his emotions, his lifestyle even if it was entirely him letting her have this type of influence. She never forced anything on him, but he let himself be changed into a better person by her. She helped him, and now she wasn't here to.

"I can't," Bucky whispered as he shook his head, causing Steve's eyes to start watering. "Not without her, Steve," he whimpered as his eyes filled with tears. "Not without her."

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and the ex-assassin sobbed into the Captain's chest. Steve didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to comfort his hurting friend. Nothing he could do would make this any better, and Bucky knew that too. But he couldn't let his best friend kill himself, especially not now when there could be a way to get all of their friends who had endured Y/n's fate back.

"Buck," Steve murmured as he nudged Bucky's face out of his chest. Bucky pulled away slowly and wiped his eyes as he bit his lip until it bled. "We'll get her back," Steve whispered as he offered Bucky a small, emotional smile. "We'll get all of 'em back."

Bucky weakly offered Steve a broken smile as he nodded his head. "I know," Bucky whispered as he reached behind him to grasp onto something. "Let me know when you do." He brought the weapon to face him and Steve dove into Bucky's chest in response and tackled him while throwing the gun away from his best friend's hands.

"Buck," Steve yelled as he held Bucky's arms down while Bucky desperately fought back. "Stop, please! We can't lose anymore of us!"

Bucky gulped as his eyes made their way to Steve's from beneath him. "I thought I couldn't lose her either," he murmured as an emotionless tear slid down his cheek. "But I did, didn't I?"

Y/n POV

"What the..." I began as I gazed around me. Everything was orange as I spun around only to be met with Stephen Strange's back.

"Y/n," Stephen murmured as he held out his hands cautiously to me as I backed away. "Everything's alright, I promise."

I gulped as I shook my head hurriedly. "Where am I?" I asked as I glanced behind Stephen to see more orange nothingness. "Where are the others?"

Stephen took a deep breath as he offered me an apologetic look. "This," he murmured as he waved his arm around, "is the Soul Stone."

I gulped as I spun around slowly. "Where..." I trailed on as my eyes met his again. "We can't be the only ones in here," I whispered.

Stephen shook his head and sighed softly. "We're not," he murmured as he raised an apologetic eyebrow at me. "The rest of us are scattered throughout the Stone and some are still, um, showing up," he murmured.

I raised an eyebrow as I stepped a foot closer to him. "The rest of us?" I whispered as I looked up at him.

Stephen nodded his head slowly in response. "I don't know exactly where the rest of your team is," he murmured apologetically. "But if we travel far enough, I'm sure we'll find someone."

I studied him as I stepped a foot closer to him. I could tell that Stephen was hiding something from me, and I could tell that it was something important. "Stephen," I murmured as I raised an eyebrow. "What did you really mean when you said 'the rest of us?'"

Stephen offered me an apologetic smile as he stepped a foot back. "The Stone," he murmured as he glanced around at the nothingness around him. "Its capacity is limitless," he whispered.

I gulped as I prepared myself for whatever he was about to say next.

Stephen turned to face me and offered me an apologetic expression as he tilted his head down. "Half of the universe," he murmured as his eyes met mine slowly. "We're in here with half of the universe, Y/n."

I could practically feel my brain collapsing at this newfound information. I was in the Stone with, so far, only Doctor Strange as my companion. Where the hell was everyone else? Beats me.

"Jesus Christ," I murmured as I rubbed at my temples. "Do you know which ones of us are in here?"

Stephen thought for a moment before murmuring, "Both Peters, Sam, T'Challa, Wanda.." He thought for a moment before listing off some of the others that accompanied us.

"So, no Bucky," I murmured as a small smile came to my face. Bucky was still out there, and he could help us get out somehow. He wouldn't stop trying to help me, would he? Surely he wouldn't do anything stupid either.

"No Bucky," Stephen murmured with a reassuring smile.

Little did I know, even when I got out of the Stone, that when I had disintegrated it would've been my last time seeing Bucky...

Did I get you? Sorry, it's just a joke I'm used to telling when I tell this story.

All of us eventually got out of the Stone because of something Stark did that I didn't quite understand along with the help of Thor's powers. Bucky had practically crushed me as he hugged me to death while sobbing into my neck and peppering me with kisses. Bucky was everything I felt that I needed, but I couldn't place what was wrong with me. At least, not at the time.

The downside of this situation that I would discover later was that being in the Soul Stone for a while wasn't exactly healthy. In fact, the Stone had a mind of its own when it claimed its victims.

I had been one of the few million to walk out of the prison without a soul.

that twist ending tho
anyway, here's some infinity war angst that people will wanna beat me for ¯\_(ツ)_/¯