"I actually thought I could make it." His coughing hadn't been so bad today. The medicine had helped a great deal. The inhaler and the syrup working together had made him stronger. He had miscalculated his ability to move quickly even in the tunnels though. The snow wasn't so bad but the ground was just as treacherous.

The confession made Steve laugh, which in turn made him cough. He walked around the shed he had found. There was no access inside.

"I was rushing to make it," he explained to Bucky. "I wanted to save someone from facing something awful alone and I-- I got careless, pal. I guess that's life but--". He had made it around to his foot prints again. It was ridiculously cold and Steve huffed out before he crouched by the door. "Okay listen to me. If I don't make it back or if I make it back different, I want you to know that I always thought of us as brothers. Right down to our bones, Buck. Okay you might have had the looks and the dance skills but--"