Full Summary:
Mutants are public knowledge. They have been for the past 3 years and in those 3 years it has been a cold war between humans + mutants. After Loki's attack on Earth, that cold war has been brought from a simmer to a soft boil. After CACW, that soft boil has bubbled over and turned into fire that sweeps across not just America, but the world.
When Steve and Bucky "died", they did so during a time of war and have waken in another war. Are they going to come out on top this time? Will they get a happy ending? Or are they doomed to perish?

Warnings:
I tend to curse. A LOT. I've toned it down but there are mentions of "shit" in this chapter.

Chapter 1
Things I Never Knew

"How about our other recruit?"

"He'll need a little coffee in him, but I think he's ready to go."

"And the other?"

"Still a non-believer. But I think once she gets her ass out here, she'll be alright."

"C'mon, out. Out." The new guy knocks on the side of the truck. "C'mon, Jaydn, out! Don't make me get a stick."

There's a soft growl before she steps out.

"Joan?"

"He's very real and very much not a clone." Steve tells her.

"You haven't aged a day."

She gets closer. So close I can hear her breathing and see her pupils get bigger.

"Be cool, Jaydn."

She slaps me. Ow! God damn!

"God damn, Joan! What'd I do?"

Both her arms grab me around my middle and for a minute, I freeze. She rubs her cheek against my chest just like she used to do, and breathes me in. She's a lot stronger than I remember.

"As touching as this reunion is, we gotta keep it moving."

"You and me, we're gonna have a long talk after this shit storm is put down. And that's also after I put a foot in Starks ass. Speaking of, he's not far behind me so shake it."

"You're already suited up. That's cheating."

"Seems to be the only thing I wear these days. There be stupid people everywhere."

"You're Jaydn?"

"Yeah."

"Jaydn JAYDN. Like giant ball of fire in the sky Jaydn?"

"Yeah. Who are you?"

"Aw, man. I'm Antman."

Her brow arches. "Eh?"

"Pymm."

"Oh! I know him. He calls me Jay."

"You're Jay?"

"Ta-da."

"Cool. Captain America and Disaster in the same day. Really cool."

"Disaster?"

"It's what the mortals dubbed me a long time ago."

"Mortals? Don't start sounding like Loki." Steve tells her with a smirk.

"Kiss mah butt, Steve. Put your big boy panties on so we can move it."

"What's that alarm?"

"They're evacuating the airport. How are you still alive?"

"Y'know how there's enhanced people running around?"

"You're one of them?"

"Yes and no. There are those enhanced by science, like Steve, you and him, and then there are those where evolution has
jumped. Humans have evolved into another species collectively known as mutants. I'm mutant. I was born as is."

"I don't remember you telling me this."

"Yeah, well, considering the negative reaction of my lovers trying to kill me, I just assume not say anything."

"Couples therapy later. C'mon, we're going up high. Jaydn, you gonna be on my six?"

"Since you asked nicely and not bark me, yes."

"I remember the last time I barked at you. Lesson learned: no one barks at Jaydn."

"Jaydn?"

"Joan is the name I used during the 1940s. I had to take another name to blend in."

"With us mortals?"

"Yep."

"So you two were a thing back in the day huh?"

"I chased her like a dog with a bone."

Sam laughs. "Sorry man, I can't see it. Y'know, you bein' you and her bein' her."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your ex-boyfriends are all real psychos, baby girl."

"Say what?"

"Ex-boyfriends. You died. I got pissed, then I cried. Then Steve died. I got pissed again, cried some more, and fell off the
face of the Earth for a while. Life for me continued. I thought you wanted couples therapy to wait?"

"Right. Right. I'll shut up now."

"Good idea. Now do your computer thing."

Sam snickers. "This has gotta be some wicked shit compared to your day, huh?"

"You have no idea. Literally, none."

While Sam is working on getting intel, we're staring at eachother. Her fingers thread into my hair and I take it as an invitation to kiss her.

"Guys, I can totally see you in the reflection of the screen. Leave it for later, will ya?"

"I didn't intend to go there."

"I did." My response gets a smile and she lightly slaps my chest.

"Just making sure you're real."

"Usually that's my thought. You be careful, kay? It was bad enough waking up and thinking you're dead."

"Don't worry about me, Buck. I'm older than dirt and fought in more wars you can count on both hands. You just worry about you, ya hear me?"

"That many huh? That's too many."

"Shit people happen. I'll be back."

"Plane already departed for Siberia."

"Shit."

"On a cracker. What's in Siberia besides polar bears?"

"More like me. The shrink those idiots brought in, he uh . . . fucked with my head. He's going after the other ones like me
but for what, we don't know yet. What?"

"Jaydn? Jaydn! Hey! Look at my new suit!"

"Peter? Peter." Her tone changes and her eyes narrow. "What are you doing here?"

" said-"

"Tony's a wanker and he's wrong. You take your butt home. Right now. Go home."

"But-"

"Butt should be at home. Where it's safe and out of-"

"He told me you'd get all mama bear like on me and said to tell you to shut up."

"Why do I feel an and at the end of that sentence?"

"A few things he said more to himself than to me, but he did say not to go easy on you or you'd put a foot in my . . . butt. So, sorry." The webbing hits her in the face and those still black nails of hers rip it to shreds.

"Uh-oh." Sam sings.

"I'm-a put you over my knee, boy!"

"You gotta catch me first! You always did wanna give me some real training. Bring it on!"

"Go on. I'll meet you out there."

"No you won't!"

"Oh yes I will."

"What the hell is that?"

"Everyones got a gimmick now."

"Less talking, more running."

"Sorry Jaydn!"

He beaks through the window and both feet hit her, and she goes flying over the railing. Her claws dig in and she scrambles up the wall and back onto this floor. It's so . . . weird. Kinda like T'Challa with them claws.

"Don't make me beat that ass Peter!"

"Child abuse! Hey, you have a metal arm? That is awesome dude."

"Got him."

Sam wizzes by, taking the kid with him, until they crash land.

"Those wings carbon fiber?"

I don't understand the rest. I'm watching Joan- Jaydn- whatever, she's within inches of tackling him and he leaps up and perches himself on the tower.

"Nice try, Jaydn. Sorry guys. I've got one job here today and I've got to impress Mr. Stark."

"Did he even explain everything to you?"

"He said you think you're right and that's dangerous."

He's pinned us down and just when he's about to pin her, that little flyer Sams got with him takes this kid for a ride out the window.

"You couldn't have done that sooner?"

"I hate you."

She finds us hilarious.

"Sam, you crack me up. You're starting to sound like me. You gotta find other friends."

"You know how difficult it is keeping them. What is this stuff?"

"Webbing."

"Webbing? Like what, a spider?"

"Exactly. Remember those enhanced people made by science? He's one of them. But like HULK, it was an accident." Her
claws can shred through it.

"And you know him how?"

"Here and there."

"So he's a human spider?"

"Basically."

"She also runs a school for mutants. Ever since they've become public knowledge they've been under fire."

"When was that?"

"2013, so about 3 years ago."

"I'm gettin' too old for this shit."

"No. Less pizza, more cardio."

"We all don't have a metabolism like you! And I like my pizza."

"Don't we all?"

I haven't had pizza in so long I don't remember. 1949?

"Hey birdman."

The archer just smiles back. "How's the schools?"

"Could be better. The munchkins?"

"Growing like weeds."

She knows them all.

"Looks like you're the odd man out. Go sit somewhere."

"I sit on the side? Not a chance Stark. You worried I'll rip that arc light out?"

"Everything you've worked for towards mutant equality will be ruined with this."

"Before we were outed, we were viewed as equals. Humans mingled with us for centuries. That's only changed because people have their head up their ass. Favorite saying of your military is no man left behind. He was left behind and now no
one wants to hear a damn thing that might prove them to be wrong about what they think they know. If they don't want to hold that up, I will."

"Suit yourself."

Stark makes sure to attack her first. My focus is on the guy in a cat suit that wants to kill me. I didn't set off that bomb. Not like he'll believe me. Given what I've done, I don't blame him. He pronounces her name like Jay-don.

"My fight is not with you. Step aside."
She puts up a hand telling me to stay. When they move it's like a pair of cats trying to maul each other.

"My suit has had some upgrades since we last met."
She shakes her hand. "Damn your hein-ass! Ya broke my nail."

"Coming through." That damn kid swings in between us and literally picks Jaydn up and drops her on top of a truck. So she dives on him and uses him as a landing pad.

"You two get going! You know not all of us are getting out of here."

"I can make it happen."

"No." Steve points at her. "Non-life threatening ass kicking only."

Her jaw snaps and I can hear her teeth click.

"Buck, you're with me. We're going to Siberia. Jaydn,"

"Yes, captain my captain?"

"Don't kill anyone. And meet us there."

"Siberia's a big place. You're gonna have to be more specific."

I give her the location and she picks a fight with catman as we're heading for the jet.

"Just how is she going to meet us there?"

"She can fly."

"What?"

"Long story."

"We got a plane ride that'll be a few hours. I'm sure you can give me the important bits."

Once we're in the air and a few miles away, I turn in the chair to look at him.

"Start talking."

"Where do you want me to begin?"

"Did you know she was . . . different?"

He gives me a look. "C'mon, Buck. We might've been a couple of kids, but we weren't that stupid. We knew. She knew we knew. We just never asked and she never told."

"Guess you're right."

The eyes. The claws. The pointy ears. When there was a round of any kinda cold or sickness going around, it never phased her in the least bit. I had seen her get into brawls with men as big as I am now, and come out without a single bruise.

How she could always smell things from a far away. Like when I had been around the ladies and I smelled like perfume though I smelled nothing or when I'd approach her from behind, trying so hard to be quiet and sneak up on her to get my arms around her and surprise her. It didn't happen often. She'd say she could smell my aftershave or something else she described as just smelling like me.

"Alright, this mutant thing, what is it exactly?"

"She calls it the x-gene. It can effect someones appearance, which would explain her ears and the claws she has in place of nails. Or it can give them a special talent."

"Hers would be what?"

"Quite a lot." He rubs the back of his head. "We heal faster than an ordinary human, but we're still slow pokes when it comes to her. There's a certain x-gene that gives someone an extended lifespan and their lifetime is measured by centuries and not decades. She's been around a real long time, Buck."
That fact seems to make him sad.

"I heard that part."

His head moves side to side as no.

"She pre-dates America."

I don't say anything and let that sink in. Independance war was when again? 1779? 1670 something? I don't remember.

"She fought in the Independance War. She met Louis and Clarke. She shook hands with Abraham Lincoln. And that's coming towards this century. If you wanna go backwards, she met Joan of Arc too."

"When was that?"

"During the French Revolution in Europe." He pauses before giving me a date. "1790. Or there about."

"Jesus."

"She claims to be older than him."

"What?"

"Yeah. That was my reaction. I asked her once how old she really is, and she said she didn't know and she stopped counting after the first 100 years. So, she bases it off historical events. She had seen the Vikings, and they existed a thousand years ago. She had seen the Gauls and they lived in what's now mostly France, and they were around two-thousand years ago."

"So when she says she's fought in more wars than I can count on my hands, she really isn't exaggerating, is she?"

"I wish she was." He sighs. "She's shared with me shit that's not in history books."

"Language."

"No, I meant it. Shit is shit. I don't have any other words that sum it up better than that that wouldn't have gotten me slapped by my mother."

"So I got it on with a dinosaur . . ."

"Looks pretty good for a dinosaur."

"You hittin' on my girl, Steve?"

He gives me that lopsided smile. "I'm old, not blind. Any other questions?"

"Yeah. These ex-boyfriends that came after me, are they dead?"

"Some of 'em might be. I don't know how many she's had. I know her and Victor were a thing, but that was back during the Civil War. The only other I know about is Deadpool."

"Deadpool? The guy that never shuts up? That maniac!"

"Yeah. That maniac. I don't know all the details of when they were together, or when it ended. But I do know, and you're not gonna be thrilled, but they've got kids together."
I'm waiting for him to say he's just messing with me, but it never comes.

"How many?"

"Boy, boy, a girl and then twins. The twins are the youngest and they're 20 years old. Or so I'm guessing since neither of them are in high school and a bit mature."
After a few minutes he asks me if I'm okay.

"No. Not really. But there's no changing it."

"She thought you were dead, Buck. We all did. She never stepped out on you."

"I know. I know. I ju- I don't like it. I can not like it."

"I don't blame you. I mean, Deadpool. I'm not a hateful guy, but he's one person I'd love to push off Stark Tower."

"They're not together anymore, are they?"

"No. That ended over a decade ago. When mutant affairs got hotter, he came back to the states and they're friends."

"And this Victor guy, it's safe to assume he's dead?"

"Victor Creed is far from dead."

"Creed? Seriously!"

"Yeah. You know him?"

"We've met. It ended with his claws in me and my knife in him. Sam wasn't exaggerating about her exes being psychos. Guess I'm joining the club."

"You're not a psycho, Bucky. Everything you did under HYDRA, that was not you."

"But I still did it."

"Not in my eyes."

"What about hers?"

"She wouldn't be here helping us if she thought you were the bad guy."

"What was that about he's not a clone?"

"HYDRA has tried cloning her. The results are unsuccessful. They're either human and no x-gene, or all kinds of physical mutation, even retardation both mentally and physically."

"She's met them?"

"She never said much about her meetings with HYDRA, other than they were short, bloody, high body count, and HYDRA has been around for centuries."

"Shit."

"My thoughts exactly. And they weren't always just humans either. There's been mutants known to work with them too. Probably for the same chaotic world they seem to be aiming for. Either that or a dictatorship. With HYDRA, ya never know."
I run my fingers through my hair and rub the back of my neck.

"So aside from the super healing and long lifespan, what else? The new guy said something about her being a great ball of fire?"

"She has an extreme form of pyrokinesis known as The Human Torch. It was coined by Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four group of heros."

"I've heard of them. I thought . . . the first time I saw them I thought he was you."
He laughs. "I know! Jaydn says everyone has a twin somewhere. Turns out, Johnny's mine. Then she went on to tease me and asked if I ever got my groove on with someone back in the day and created a mini me I never knew about. The more I thought about it, the more it made me restless but Tony got to the bottom of it. He held a party and stole a glass Johnny drank out of and it had his DNA on it. You wouldn't believe what they can do with spit these days. Anyway, I don't know if you remember, but I had a little brother."

"I remember."

"And he had kids, and his kids had kids, and by distant relation, Johnny Storms my great-great nephew."

"That's great!"

"And it gets better and weirder at the same time. I have another great-great nephew, snarky little shit he is, and he's the tech guy for his unit. Imagine me with glasses, a goatee and spiky hair and a smart mouth and that's Jensen."

"So, he's you with computer brains, glasses and a goatee?"

"Yep."

"Did I leave behind any kids? With her?"

He shakes his head no.

"I didn't know you two even got that far."

"Numerous times."

"Alright. Stop that twinkle eyes. I don't wanna know. I don't need to know anything else."

"I'll admit I was a pig, but Joan's my secret."

"Good. Cause I could've done without knowing about Janets birthmark or where it was and what it was shaped like."

"Aw, Stevie, fondue still making you blush like a school boy that just learned how babies are made?"

"Shut up." And his foot nudges mine.

"And speaking of babies, I'm assuming with her being old as dirt, she's got other kids, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, yeah. Some inherited her longevity. Others were even born completely human."

"Mutation's not genetic?"

"It is. But genetics are weird. It can show up in a family with no known history of mutants, and in a family of mutants there can be humans. It's still a mystery even to mutants, but what they do know is that majority, like more than half of mutants get their x-gene from their father."

"What were her parents like?"

"She doesn't talk about her parents."

"How many kids she got?"

"The answer she gave me was many."

"You ever meet them?"

"I met the daughter of Victor."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She wasn't what I expected."

"Why's that?"

"She might look like her father, but she's got Jaydns temperament." He smirks, "Basically, she's pretty cool until you make
her angry."

"Is she related to Johnny Storm too?"

"No. I wondered that too and so Stark stole her glass too to test that theory. Thing is, they were in an accident. They weren't born mutants. They were well into adulthood before they got their abilities. They were up in space when some weird dust cloud passed over them and they were exposed to it, and it changed them some how. Stark thinks it turned on dormant genes."

"They were in space?"

"Yeah." There's a lopsided smile again. "They've touched down on the moon and they've got rovers roaming Mars. We've missed a lotta stuff. Jaydn will catch you up. When I was brought out of the ice, Fury had brought her in to help me adjust."

"She knows Fury how?"

"Fury is one of the few government persons she has respect for. She doesn't trust him completely, but it's enough to at least hear him first."

"Most don't get that?"

"Not these days. She's been in and out of DC to speak with congress, senate, all that, and she describes it as playing pigeon chess."

"I don't know what that means."

"Playing chess with a pigeon, no matter how good your game is, the pigeon is just going to squawk, knock things over and strut around like it's victorious. Her argument is the game and they're the pigeon crapping on everything and strutting around like they can do no wrong."

"Gotcha. So that meeting in Vienna, was that just for people like the Avengers?"

"Yes. But there have been other bills in progress that would severely limit mutants. They tried to force a cure that actually turned out to be nothing more than a suppressor that nullifies the x-gene, and Jaydn thought for sure then it was going to explode into war. That was just last year and since that was a flop, they've been trying to make laws about registration for mutants, and forced psyche evaluations as if that's going to predict someone snapping. Anyone can snap. There's even been talk of segregation."

"That's bullshit."

"And Jaydn's getting tired of it. Mutants are dying. The governments looking the other way until someone fights back and now lynching are back in style. She says she's seen enough war and genocide for stupidity, that if they keep pushing, in her words exactly, I'm-a lose my shit."

I smirk. "Sounds like her. She hasn't changed, has she?"

"Not really. Though there are some changes. She's a lot more . . . hostile than I remember."

"It's a different time. She can't hide anymore when things go south."

"I know. Things are as they shouldn't be."

"Seems to be the story of our life."

"Shit's going to change. If it doesn't, I'll make it."

"Who said that?"

"Jaydn."

"Where's that name come from? Or did she just pick it?"

"Says she's used it on and off since 1779. She didn't gimme details so if you wanna know, you'll have to ask her. We've got a few hours. I suggest we catch a few zees."

"Good idea."

And I'll catch up with Joan after.

A/N: Thank-you to everyone that checks this out. I'd love some reviews. Do you think anyone is OOC?