So much blood, Bucky was paler than a sheet, not moving a muscle. “I-I’m sorry.” Alpine cried, looking at her rider, her face mournful as she moved closer to Bucky.
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He thought as he pulled out a portable lantern and lit it. Follow Captain America into the jaws of death….I’m so sorry, Buck. “Bucky!” He cried as he launched out of his saddle and ran over to his friend. “What is it?” Steve asked, but as he adjusted to the new wave of snow in his vision, he could make out the outline of a figure laying in the snow, the dark night making it nearly impossible to see, but Steve knew that figure anywhere, surrounded by a silvery dragon. They raced along the gorge for what seemed like endless hours, even though it was only minutes, before Pat suddenly dove down. If it was strong enough for Pat to smell all the way up here…. “Thank you.” Steve said gratefully before urging Pat forward towards the blood. “It’s faint, but it’s familiar.”ĭum Dum went silent for a minute. I smell blood.” The dragon replied, sniffing the air. He opened his mouth to agree with the soldier, but at that moment, Patriot lurched to the side. Steve let out a cry that was so painful it was a wonder it was even human, pounding his fists into the leather saddle on Patriot's back. I know how much Bucky means to you, but we can’t stay.” Dum Dum said. Patriot pulled into a glide at the end of the mountain ravine, his great wings spanning nearly the entire width of the gorge. The dragon tucked his wings in and dove down, the cold and snow blending together, freezing the tears to Steve’s face. Any disturbance from the river? He could have fallen in and….” “Steve, Bucky’s gone.” Dum Dum said, his voice strained. Steve blinked back tears, running a hand along Patriot’s back. “Captain, anything?” Dum Dum called through the radio. Alpine had dove after Bucky when he fell, but the blast from the Hydra soldier hit her as well. “And I don’t see Alpine either.” Steve’s gut clenched. “I don’t see him.” The dragon replied, his voice pained. The Alps were freezing, not to mention that the wind was making his face raw as he sped along at fifty miles per hour on the back of Patriot, his dark blue dragon with red markings.
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