Doing his best to ignore the turbulence and quiet his mind, Bucky thought about the mission ahead. He hated killing people, hated taking away lives. But in this situation, he didn't have much of a choice. Coulson had given them orders, and he was going to follow them. The people they were targeting were HYDRA members that somehow hadn't been wiped out the first time the organization was discovered within SHIELD. 

 Reaching into the pocket of his black jacket, Bucky smiled slightly when he felt the cool metal of a small box touch his fingers. Willow's ring was in that box, and when he got back, he'd finally ask her. Bucky had gone over the scenario a hundred times in his head, but every time he got up the nerve to ask Willow, something more pressing had managed to take over. But he would ask her as soon as he saw her again. Bucky reached deeper into the pocket, until he found the second item, something he kept with him at all times. A wrinkled and crumpled photograph, one he always looked at when he needed to remember who he was, and why he was fighting. Steve and Bucky were both standing behind Willow in the photo, and they were all smiling. That had been taken the day Lulu had insisted that 'they all needed some fun,' she'd dragged the three of them to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. Steve and Bucky weren't much for roller coasters anymore, it reminded Bucky too much of falling off the train. So while Lulu ran from coaster to coaster like a child; Bucky, Steve, and Willow had sat on the pier, looking out over the water. Bucky couldn't remember what they had been eating, but he knew it had been something incredibly greasy and deep fried. Lulu had insisted that they'd want a photo, and Bucky was glad she had taken it.  Steve had been smiling, with an arm thrown over Bucky's shoulders, and Bucky had his good hand resting on Willow's shoulder. Willow's green eyes were full of laughter and she was smiling widely.  Bucky folded the photo carefully back in half and tucked it back into his jacket pocket. 

 The Plane landed with a thud; it was time.