Chapter 1

The scenery blurred passed, a mix of colors. They were racing through the streets. Their hammering hearts matched the speed they were going as they veered in and out of traffic. The engine of the bike roaring every now and then as they sped up. Passing people they were met with shouts of complaints and insults in a language they didn't know. They paid no attention to them. That is until gunfire was heard and their shouting turned to screams of terror as they all rushed to get to cover. That was when they knew they had to get out of the vicinity soon or there would be casualties.

A growl escaped his lips as they slowed down slightly at the congested traffic ahead. His eyes snapped from side to side as he looked for an exit; they landed on a narrow path between two lanes. It would have to do. Accelerating, the bike squeezed past cars with horns honking at them and heads turning towards them only to duck back into their cars as bullets whizzed by followed by another motorbike.

"Keep down!" he shouted at the person behind him. His brow furrowed as his eyes set onto the route to their side. He veered left sharply earning the arms around him to tighten their hold.

"We need to get away from these people," the female behind him said.

"No shit," he grunted as he quickly turned away from a pedestrian that nearly met the fate of colliding with a large metal bike. "Damn it!" he cursed when he saw the oncoming traffic light change to red. "Think you can do anything about that?" he asked.

"I'll see what I can do," his partner replied as she pulled out a small handheld device from a pocket attached at her thigh. "Give me a few seconds," she said, keeping her grip on his waist with one arm as she used her free hand to type something into the device.

"I don't think we have a few seconds," he shouted.

"Hang on!" she retaliated.

He grit his teeth as they were gradually reaching the light and traffic. "Anytime now, Trace!" he yelled at the woman.

"Go!" she yelled back, pocketing the device and gripping the man in front of her in a vice. She peeked over his shoulder, eyes growing wide as they rushed passed cars, some that had the unfortunate result of colliding into each other at the sudden change of lights. Peering behind them she watched as the lights changed back and the man on the motorcycle chasing them was met with an untimely end as a car collided with him.

"Took you long enough," the man in front of her quipped.

"Hey," she snapped, "how about next time I drive and you play around with the lights."

"I think we both know neither one of us could do the other's job," he said with a chuckle.

"That's what I thought," she said with an eye roll.

"Bucky, Tracey," Sam's voice called out in their ear pieces. "Did you get the information?"

"Yeah, we got Starks little files. Now he can go play mad scientist," Bucky replied.

A chuckle came from the other man. "Great, just what he loves. Where's your location?"

"We're on our way back to the quinjet," Tracey answered as Bucky steered the bike down another street.

"Perfect, see you two in a few," the newest Avenger replied.

The comm links went dead, leaving the two on the bike to make their way through the streets to the area the jet was hiding. All the while a pair of eyes following their moves.

"So all the stories about him were true," a female said into her phone as she casually strolled down the street, passing the crowds of huddled people as they looked on at the mess that was the intersection where the biker was hit by the car. "He's quite impressive. I can't believe I never got to see him back when he was being trained. I'm a little upset."

"Yeah, well as impressive as he might seem we need him with us," came a gruff voice on the other end of the phone. "We need to figure out our next move."

"Don't worry, babe, we'll get him. It will be fun playing around with him too," she said with glee in her voice and a twisted smile growing on her face.

"You'll get your chance to have some fun when we-"

"I know I know 'when we get him'. Don't worry, we will," she said tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear as she made her way down the street.

ooOOoo

"Uncle Bucky! Aunt Tracey! Uncle Sam!" a little voice called as the three named Avengers walked off the elevator to the top floor.

Bucky grinned when he saw Rose running up to them, her red hair in braided pigtails that bounced with each step she took. Bending down, he scooped her up, spinning her around before holding her to him. "Hey, munchkin. When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago," Clint said as he stood in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hey, Clint. How's the farm?" Sam greeted, patting the archer on the back as he grabbed himself a cup of coffee.

"Doing well, almost done with renovations," the archer replied as he took a sip of his beverage.

"He will never stop it seems. It's all he did while we were there,' Pietro said as he ran off the stairway and towards the others, Jeremy clinging to his back with a large grin.

"Again again!" the little boy cheered. "Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky!" he shouted when his eyes landed on the two Avengers. He quickly squirmed his way off the speedster's back and scurried over to Sam where he threw his arms around the man's legs.

"Hey, buddy!" Sam greeted, picking him up. "How are you?"

"Great! Pietro is now my brother!" Jeremy cheered.

"And Wanda is my sister!" Rose cheered as Bucky set her on the ground where she began to jump up and down.

"Really?" Tracey said, looking over at Clint with a smile.

The bow and arrow wielding Avenger shrugged, a smirk on his face. "The two grew on me and Tasha and I agreed that we wanted them to have a family. Plus Jeremy and Rose were all for it."

"That's great!" Tracey said, her smile growing even more.

"Yes," Pietro said, running up to Clint and flinging an arm around his new dad's shoulders. "The old man is now my Papa."

"Don't make me regret adopting you, kid," Clint said with an eye roll.

"Aunt Tracey!" Rose said, grabbing and tugging on the blonde woman's hand. "Come play dress up with Wanda and I!"

"Okay, okay," the hacker laughed as she was pulled to the elevator by the little red headed girl. "See you guys later!"

"Yeah I'm gonna head over to the lab and hand this over to Tony," Sam said, waving a hand as he followed the two females to the elevator.

"So how'd the mission go?" Clint asked Bucky, taking yet another drink from his coffee.

"Went pretty smoothly," Bucky said, chuckling when he felt Jeremy grab his metal arm. "That is until we actually got the information. Once Trace extracted it from their computers a guy caught us so we had to book it out of there," he continued, lifting his arm up so Jeremy was dangling from it. "Guy chased us all through the streets."

"So no sightseeing?" Clint asked with a smirk.

"No," the soldier chuckled. "I'm sure Tracey's upset, but I've seen enough of Italy during the war. Maybe another time when we're not being shot at."

"That will be the day," the archer snorted into his cup.

"Yeah," Bucky laughed lightly. "Alright, I'm gonna meet up with Steve. I'll talk to you guys later."

ooOOoo

"Well," Steve laughed, shaking his head, "at least you're used to being shot at in Italy."

As soon as Bucky had left the top floor he made his way to his friend which F.R.I.D.A.Y. said he could be found on his floor. Which he was and left the metal armed man the time of wandering around the tower.

"Right, weren't you two in Italy back in the forties?" Sharon asked as she sat down next to Bucky at the counter.

"Yeah, we had some interesting times there," Steve said, running a hand through his hair.

"You mean like running for our lives through Schmidt's and Zola's hideout?" Bucky mumbled, his mouth setting into a firm line.

"Buck…" Steve said, calling his friend out of his thoughts. He stared at the dark haired man, worry spreading across his face. He was in one of his moods again. Lately Bucky had been staring off into space, almost like when he first came to the tower during his recovery. It made Steve worry. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bucky said, running a hand down his face. "Just tired is all."

"What's wrong, Bucky?" Steve pushed, raising a brow at his friend.

Sharon looked from one man to the next before standing up from her seat. "I'll let you two talk and go see if Maria needs help with anything. Bye, guys."

Bucky stared at his hands, pursing his lips. He could sense Steve's gaze on him. It only made him more on edge. Quickly he stood up, scraping the legs of his chair across the floor. "I'll see you later, Steve. I just need to get some sleep."

He brushed past his friend as Steve tried to reach out to him and hustled onto the elevator. There was no way he was going to tell Steve. He didn't want to worry him. He was just going to deal with this by himself. Steve and everyone else had done enough before, he didn't want to put them through anything.

He sighed as he entered his and Tracey's floor. He just wanted to get to his bed and sleep. Maybe sleeping would help him forget. Not really forget, just get his mind off of it. Just the memory of what happened with Zola all those years again brought back all those painful memories. Memories of what he went through before Steve found him. Memories of falling off that train. Memories of all the blood he had on his hands all because he killed hundreds of people. He took so many lives without even being fully in control and yet it was at his hands they died.

His fist shot out, slamming into the wall next to him.

"Bucky?" came a female's surprised voice.

His head whipped up to see her staring at him with wide eyes. She was standing in the kitchen, clutching a knife in her hands as she stood over a plate of food. His eyes zeroed in on the weapon in her hand, calculating her next move.

"Попробуйте что-нибудь и я буду атаковать," he growled out.

"Bucky!" she exclaimed, taking a step forward. "Bucky, snap out of it!"

He blinked, eyes flickering around and taking in his surroundings before they landed on Tracey. His eyes widened when he saw the look of fear mixed with worry on her face. Shit. Did it happen again?

"Bucky?" the blonde said calmly. "Are you okay? Talk to me."

"I'm fine," he mumbled before stalking off to their room. He couldn't believe that happened. He was doing well! It had been months, nearly a year since his last relapse! What could have- Wanda… It was back when she and Pietro attacked the team. When she played her mind games with everyone. That was around the time the relapses started back up. Her showing him his fears, his fears of what he could do, the monster he could be and was, those visions had to have triggered them.

Now what was he going to do? He could fight them. But how well could he do that? Would he hurt anyone next time? He sighed as he shut the door. Only time could tell.

Tracey's eyes followed him, watching as he angrily and somewhat sluggishly walked down the hall. What happened? She hadn't seen him like that in a long time. Her eyes traveled to the wall where a large hole was left by his fist. He was definitely far from fine.

Well here's the fourth installment to the Winter series. I am honestly REALLY excited about this one. I have a good bit planned out - I've actually had most of the plot planned out for months - and I'm really excited about it. I'm also excited to bring in the villains I have in mind. I hope people will know who one of them is because I just found her over the summer and fell in love with her. I have never read the comics, but reading her wiki page I knew she'd be great for this story. Plus her character is really cool! So if you can guess who the mystery man and woman is I hope you like their addition to the story.

I honestly didn't think I would get this story up so quickly especially after just finish Everything is Going to Be Okay, but I'm really really excited for this story and I hope you all enjoy it.

I'd LOVE to hear what you all think so please leave a review. I'd love any opinions and advice!

And feel free to check out my tumblr at winter-is-ending where you can ask the Avengers any questions you'd like or just see all the Marvel posts I reblog.

Translation: Try anything and I will attack.