Sometimes memories are the worse form of torture. They say I'm a traitor. Maybe I am All I know is I did what I was told to do.

~A Wintershock story~

Why Jane insisted on dragging her out of bed at the butt crack of dawn was yet still a mystery deeper then time it's self to Darcy Lewis. Intern extraordinaire and a boss taser welding master of sheer awesome.

She rolled out of bed grumbling something about needing coffee as she shuffled to the kitchen. Jane dashed by all a flurry or some crap with papers fluttering in her wake. Darcy forced her blurry eyes to focus on her friend, "Jane! What the Hell!? It's like way to early for this crap! It's who freaking cares early!" She said crossing her arms over her Yoda printed tank top, "Wait. Why are you all dressed up?"

Jane shot her a long suffering look and pulled their breakfast choice of Champions from her mouth. "Get dressed in something besides.." She waved a hand at Darcy's rather comfy Star Wars pj's, "That." She finished. The brunette rolled her eyes, "Janie come on. What is going on?" She asked grabbing a pop tart from the kitchen area.

Jane sighed trying to make sure she had all the papers she needed, "Darce we were called into a meeting. Something super important. S.H.I.E.L.D wouldn't say." Darcy walked back in and leaned against the door jam, "Uh duh Jane. A bunch of super spies. But you would think that they would cover their e-tracks a little better. I have a good guess as to what they found and we are in for a ride." She brushed the crumbs off her face heading to get ready, "Oh and Janie? You might want to bring the files on the Ru-Bick cube of doom."

Jane sighed, "Fine I'll find them you get ready!" Darcy rolled her eyes, "It's on your bathroom counter!" She knew her friend better then anyone. Including that blond hunk of hers.

Soon Darcy stood at the door holding a briefcase full of manila folders which were in turn full of papers. She looked down at her watch and tapped her foot, "Janie come on!" She yelled out. Her friend ran in pulling her auburn hair back into a ponytail, "Darce! Why are you waiting around! Let's go!" She frowned rushing out the door with Darcy on her heels. "Dang Girl is space hunk coming here?" She teased, "Cause you never get that dressed up."

Jane sighed, "Darce seriously? He has a name. Not space hunk, and no he isn't." Darcy broke in, "Dealing with family issues probably. Even gods have Lil bro issues." She smirked and Jane shook her head, "Ohhh Darcy I love you." She gave a wry smile then sighed, "But no. I'm meeting with the head of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Darcy blinked, "Good. Cause Coulson owes me a ipod. Take that back he owes me a iPhone." She said crossing her arms. "Wait he'd probably hand me a shuffle. Yeah. that's going to be handed right back. I'm high maintenance you know." Darcy gave a grin

"Oh yeah SUPER high maintenance. Poptarts, cartoon marathons, obscene amounts of cookies, and Mario Kart." Jane fired back and grinned, "Not get your butt in the car we need to go and I really can't be late since my intern won't stop talking." this earned a roll of Darcy's eyes, "Yeah yeah yeah mom." but she got in the car anyway "Engage!" She called out pointing ahead of them and dropping her voice. Which in turn earned Darcy a eye roll of her own, "Ok. no more Star Trek marathons late into the night."

Darcy crossed her arms and looked out the window, "Well...who watches Sci-fi for the science?"

A/N: Well...I love my Smol babies. Especially Darcy. My little nerd. Ok now down to the "serious stuff" Ok so this is going to be a Bucky/Darcy fic wif alll the cute fluff and lots of feels..or at least I hope. Now this might bump up to a M not for sex or anything though it might be hinted at, at a T level. It would be for Bucky, who let's face it is a assassin, forced to do things and then having it ripped from his memory.

There will be torture, because I like doing that for some weird reason. Then I feel all bad about it later and want to curl up like a burrito, eat chocolate, and rewatch Ouran High school Host Club cause who doesn't need another feels kill. *secretly cheering for season two*

So there is all that. Also I have found the song to go with this fic. I think it kind of goes with both of them. Their styles of music the way it switches. And here it is! - Holding On To You ~ Twenty Øne Pilots.

Enjoy!