Wiping the tears from his face, Bucky carefully folded and tucked the note inside his pants pocket. He had read over her words a number of times whilst sitting on the edge of her empty bed, trying to decipher the words, trying desperately to read between the lines. His eyes were bloodshot and his emotions raw. Running his hands through his hair, he tugged at it in frustration, groaning.

"Shit." He said through clenched teeth a steely edge to his face, before storming from Lyla's now empty room and rushing to the control room. He should really alert someone, but he needed to find out where she was going.

After rummaging through boxes and searching every nook and cranny, Bucky finally found something. The control room looked like a bomb had hit it, every folder and box up turned and strewn across the room. USB sticks and paper littered the desk.

On a tightly locked hard drive, Bucky finally found some evidence of what Lyla may have been doing in there. He also managed to override the commands Lyla had given Friday, who brought up the maps on the system, and showed him... everything.

Bucky hadn't realised that Sam and Sharon had managed to find the people who had tortured Lyla, and they had kept it secret for this very reason, Lyla would go after them. Bucky himself hadn't been in contact with Sharon for months. She had been off the grid ever since...

"Oh my god." He gasped out loud. He was losing his mind over what she was about to do. "She can't go there."

"I have to stop her... save her from... herself." His mind raced as he pieced everything together, he swiftly exited the room to wake up Sam.

Bucky banged loudly on Sam's door as he shouted his name, this disturbed Nat and Bruce who came out to investigate.

"Sam. It's Lyla. She's gone. I found this letter in her room." Bucky said fiercely showing Sam the note, shoving it right up towards his face.

"Hey. What's going on?" Nat questioned, exiting her room, she was half asleep and half dressed. Bruce sidled up beside her, exiting his own room, a dressing gown wrapped around his torso, eyes looking anywhere but Nat's barely clothed form.

"Lyla's gone?" Sam questioned. Reading the note over and over.

"What? Let me see?" Nat took the piece of now crumpled paper from Sam.

"I did some digging. She found out. She knows where those Hydra agents are. She's gone after them Sam."

"There's no way-" Sam stumbled, unable to finish his sentence, shaking his head side to side.

"Wait. I thought she was getting better?" Bruce asked, confused.

Nat looked at him, eyes and brows raised. "Clearly not. I'll go and fetch Wanda. Perhaps she can shed some light on the situation."

"We need to get a move on Sam." Bucky urged, a low growl to his voice. "She said she's not coming back. She's going to do something... she's going to end all of this. Them... Herself. She's not in the right frame of mind, we have to find her." Bucky shook his head as his words spilled out in a jumbled mess, panic rising in his voice. He started to pace out of frustration. They needed to leave now. "I'm going to lose her." He whispered, to no one but himself.

Bucky was more than concerned. Worry radiating from his tense body. He shouldn't have pushed Lyla away. He had to sort this out. "I saw her go, she took my bike. It has a tracker, maybe I can enable it." He took out his phone, pressing buttons. He turned the tracker on and within seconds a red dot appeared on the screen, blinking at him, the only bit of hope he had.

Somewhere in the distance, skidding through muddy ground, where the close knit trees were covered in snow, a red light flashed on the underside of the stolen bike.

Nat returned then, now covered up in a dressing gown, with a groggy Wanda behind her.

"You saw her go? Why didn't you stop her?" Sam questioned Bucky, sarcasm and annoyance laced his words.

"What's happening? Where has Lyla gone?" Wanda demanded, annoyed at being woken, her hair like a birds nest on top of her head.

Sam handed her the note. Wanda's hand slowly rose to her face as she read the words. She was in shock. "But she's fine. She's been happy, feeling better. Other than-" She stopped herself, looking towards Bucky. "She didn't show any signs of losing control. She was calm-" She stumbled on her words. Her friend wasn't broken was she? How did she not see?

"We have to go now." Bucky angrily demanded. He was getting more restless by the second. He shoved his phone in Sam's face revealing Lyla's location, blinking like a beacon in the dimly lit hall.

The bike had traveled far in this short amount of time, but they were wasting it. They couldn't know for sure what Lya was going to do, but Bucky could take a guess. He was going to lose her, he could feel it.

"I can't lose her." His internal self sobbed.

"What does she mean by she 'isn't coming back'?" Wanda whispered, a sob breaking through her lips. "She can't. She wouldn't-" Her eyes grew wide as realisation hit.

Bucky stormed off, his feet hitting the carpet with force as he mumbled under his breath, arms flailing threatening to hit... anything. He was heading for the garage. His eyes had started to glisten, he had to keep himself together.

"I'm going after her... right now!" He growled. They all run after him, realising the seriousness of the situation.

"We better take the jet. I'll be pilot, shall I?" Nat said sarcastically, pushing her way through the doors with force.

They gathered on board, quickly changing into tactical gear. Bruce and Sam unloaded any weapons they may need, whilst Nat readied the engines. They weren't sure what they might find at the facility, or whom.

With everyone buckled in, the jet took off.

✧

Lyla was on her knees in the middle of the facility. Her face flushed with anger but also sadness. This was the end.

The walls and structure of the building crumbled and caved in around her. Metal beams fell from above, blocking all but one of the exits, clanging loudly as they met the floor. Dust filled the air, cacking Lyla's lungs, she forced out a cough as she battled for air. Electrical sparks, not just the ones emitted from Lyla, but from exposed and dangling wires crackled violently around the expansive room.

There were people, if that's what you could call them, Lyla thought of them as monsters, scattered and lying on the floor slumped and broken; much like the ones in her dreams, but involving the bastards that killed her family. The ones that broke her.

Mustering up all the hate, sadness, anger and pain she had ever felt, Lyla felt the shock of electricity run through her veins, more powerful than before. Her body convulsed, collapsing to the floor in pain.

In her mind, or was he in front of her, she could see the look on his face, Bucky's face, as he left the room that day... the vacant, solemn look in his eyes.

She blinked back tears.

Lyla was going to end this. She could feel it, the pressure rising within her again. Her head felt like it was going to explode, her teeth were bared in pain, she was screaming at the top of her lungs like a banshee.

A door in front of Lyla suddenly burst open, flying off its hinges; smashing and flying into the wall opposite. Her eyes flicked open at the sound and she saw them. Wanda her hair flailing in the breeze, her lips moved but words fail to come out. Sam all kitted up in his Falcon suit. Nat looked pretty badass, knives attached to her belt. Bruce searched around wildly, he probably didn't want to be there. Bucky at the front, arm whirring, looking for her, for Lyla. They were all there, standing in front of her.

But it was too late.

Lyla felt the blast within her go off, she couldn't hold it back. Purple flashes of electricity emit from her bouncing off the walls, filling up the vast space with bright burning light.

Holding up her hands in defense, Wanda tried with all her might to protect everyone from the blast, which sent her skidding backwards slightly as she felt the heat of it attack her magical fortification.

"I don't want to come back." Lyla whispered soundlessly, she sobbed and fell further, her hands pressing to the floor, but he heard her. He knew what she was doing.

He screamed out, sprinting towards her. "Lyla! NO!"

The shockwave erupted from her then, the dust in the room almost freezes mid fall. Lyla wanted it to break her, to rip her body apart. As the last essence of power left her and reverberated off her body, she entered into her own mind. She convulsed on the floor for a beat as she foamed at the mouth, the sight was sickening.

The escape. She wasn't coming back this time. There was no one to bring her back.

Lyla turned her powers into herself.

The last image she saw was him rushing towards her. He was stumbling over rubble. He'd been hurt, a gash sitting proudly on his cheek. He was in front of her now.

Bucky.

Darkness.