Joyce felt her heart sink at those words. She couldn't help him now. No one can help him.
James looked at her; his expression unreadable. James was trying to remember something, anything. Suddenly, he did remember.
A skinny kid named Steve.
A team, called The Howling Commandos.
A German Hydra agent called Dr. Arnim Zola.
A girl, named Joyce.
James stood, Joyce standing up also.
"Do you remember now?" She asked.
James almost immediately began to fight the Hydra agents there. A switch inside him was flipped, and he went off like a bomb.
Lifeless bodies on the floor. A determined face. And an injured, fading girl.
James pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm so sorry." He said.
Joyce hugged him back. "It's okay."
Joyce tried to hide the fact she was fading fast, but James knew what was to come.
He hated himself; it was hard to accept the fact her end would be his fault.
"James?" She said.
"Yes?" He asked.
"If I don't make it," She began.
That was hard to hear.
"I love you." She said.
James was trying his hardest not to cry.
"I love you, too." He said.
Marie was cleaning the house, when her phone began to ring.
"Hello?" She said, answering the phone.
"Is this Marie?" A female voice asked.
"Yes, who is this?" Marie asked.
"I'm a nurse at a local hospital. Your sister, Joyce, was brought in today and we thought you might want to see her." The female said.
"Um, what happened to her?" Marie asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"She has been stabbed in the side." The female said, almost hesitant.
Marie's stomach twisted.
"I'm on my way, do you mind telling her?" Marie asked, grabbing her jacket.
"I'd be happy to." The female said.
Marie hung up, and headed for the hospital.
Marie approached the desk, and was greeted by the same nurse she spoke with on the phone.
"Are you Marie?" The nurse asked.
"Yes." Marie replied. "Where is my sister?" She asked.
The nurse gestured for Marie to follow her. Marie quickly looked at her phone. She'd been texting Max before she left.
She dialed his number. He didn't pick up, so she left a vociemail.
"Hey, Max, I'm at the hospital. Joyce got hurt. So, if I'm not home when you are, don't worry. I love you."
She ended the voicemail as the nurse got nearer to Joyce.
Marie's throat tightened. Her sister was in horrible condition. She was pale and unconcious. Who did this? That's what Marie wanted to know.
"She was awake when I called, but she fell back asleep. We told her she needed to rest anyways." The nurse said.
"Thank you.." Marie said quietly.
"You're welcome. If you need me, I'll be at the front desk. My name is Jessie." The nurse said, walking away.
"Thank you." Marie repeated, a little louder.
James couldn't live with the fact that he was the reason Joyce was dying. He took her to the hospital, and left after the nurse called Marie. Marie would've been angry with him, he knew that. He never saw Marie, and he didn't want to.
It was a year later, Bucky was walking down the street of some neighbourhood. The guilt was still crushing him. He missed Joyce desperately, he wished he could speak with her. He thought of her everyday.
He stopped walking, and sat on the side of the road. He was tired of walking for now.
A woman approached him. "Hello. Do you live in this neighbourhood?" She asked.
"Oh no, I just needed to sit." Bucky said.
"In the road?" She asked.
"I'm on the curb." He corrected.
"Oh, okay." She said. "Do you need anything?" She asked.
"Nah, I'm good." He replied.
She introduced herself. "I'm Marie."