A/N: Yup, Carly's back! And this time, she's heading for a rendezvous with Bucky, The Winter Soldier.

For those of you who want to read more about Carly, check out her first story in Carly, Teen Hydra Agent.

(Quick summary for those who want to get on with it-[spoilers for Carly, Teen Hydra Agent]- Carly is a secret Hydra agent, born into a family of Hydra agents. She has extra strength and healing ability, but she suspects she has more. Her very first assignment is to find out what she can about the governor's son Lance. Turns out Lance has some secret powers of his own, the power of a raging bull, but he can't control it. During the mission, Carly is discovered, and with the help of Larry, escapes, but not until after her so-called best friend Becky says she holds Carly's father so Carly must work for Becky now.)

So this story is a little longer than the first but it's broken into 16 digestible pieces. There are tie-ins to Agents of Shield and X-Men at times. So basically whatever's Marvel.

Language/Content is PG, some mild sexual situations, but there is some serious violence at one point.

Of course I don't own Winter Soldier or any of the other Marvel characters mentioned within.

Chapter One

Carly Richards stepped off her school bus into the squinty brightness of a warm Virginia afternoon. Bees buzzed among a nearby flower garden. Carly stopped to sniff, inhaling the scents of rose and lilac. Maybe life wasn't so horrible after that debacle at the Governor's Ball. Yeah, now she was a double agent, working both sides. She'd find a way through this. She had to.

A blue Prius zipped by, honked, and then stopped in front of Carly's house. Becky. Carly's former best friend. Now her handler. The weasel. Girl was way past high-school age, yet kept up the pretense like some TV cast member in season 8. The fake little—Carly checked her rage. No point to it. Becky would get what was coming. No one betrayed Carly and lived to brag about it. Well, maybe so far she had. But Carly often imagined offing the little turd.

Becky waved and smiled as if they were still besties. If Carly could just stop digging her nails through her palms. Fortunately, her super resistance to damage protected her from her super strength.

"Hey, girl," said Becky, her fake smile splitting her fake face. "It's time for our 'homework' date." She lifted her backpack that was probably filled with dossiers and interrogation equipment. Becky was going to try to get Carly to tell her everything—Carly's training details, her contacts in the Organization, her communication protocols. Forget it.

Carly eyed a rock just the right size for caving in skulls, but another school bus rumbled up, disgorging some elementary-school kids. A little girl led them off, holding a flower. Boys followed, teasing. They pushed the little girl, and she dropped the flower, exploding into tears.

"Hey!" Carly rushed over. The bullies spotted her and fled, but Carly had super-speed, at least more than any fifth-grader. She grabbed them, picked the runts up by their collars, and dragged them back to the girl who sat on the ground, squalling. "Apologize."

Carly shook the sniveling mutts.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Carly pulled the boys' faces in front of hers. "Now get the hell out of here before I find out where you live and kill your mothers. You touch this girl again, and I will."

The bullies suddenly acquired super speed as they galloped away screeching.

Carly knelt next to the girl. "Hey, hey. It's going to be okay. They're gone. They'll never bother you again."

The girl continued to wail, tears wetting her face, the poor thing. "Flower L"

Carly picked up the broken stem and separated petals. "Maybe I can fix this." There was this scene from It's a Wonderful Life, where the dad pretended to fix a flower. Carly straightened the stem. Her fingers tingled a bit, some kind of strange energy. She glanced over at Becky, but the idiot was just standing there useless. When Carly looked back, the flower had straightened and grown another bloom, bigger than the first.

"Flower!" The kid grabbed it. "Flower flower flower!" She jumped and ran off.

Carly stared at the retreating kid, mouth agape.

"OMGerd," said Becky, walking over. "It's your power. You found your power. Do it again. Do it again!"

Curses. Seriously? If this was her power, did it have to show up in front of Carly's mortal enemy?

Becky said it first in a little sing-song: " You have Flower Power !"

Carly gagged. No. It couldn't be. An Agent of Evil did not have some kind of do-goodie flower magic. Becky ran to a small sidewalk garden and yanked off a few buds. "Here, do these. Come on."

Carly stared at the already wilting stems. "No."

Becky shook the bunch. "Do it. Now."

"Go bruise yourself." Carly crossed her arms. She was not Becky's trick pony.

"We have an arrangement. You do whatever I tell you or…"

Carly was about the shove the flowers down Becky's throat. It wouldn't be hard. But Becky held the cards, her organization held Carly's father hostage. Carly snatched the mess, looked at them, focused. Nothing. No tingles, no growth.

"What are you waiting for?"

Carly shook her head. "It's not working." She imagined Becky with flowers boring out of her eyes.

Curse Dad, rotting away in the Fridge or some other S.H.I.E.L.D. holding facility. Becky would pay. They all would pay. Carly'd find a way to screw the whole organization. Never trust anyone, especially those closest to you. Carly gripped the flowers.

"Whoa," said Becky. "Cool."

The bunch exploded in her hand, sending out shoots and flowers and leaves. Damn it. Flowers? Really? Why couldn't her power be ice rays or fire breath or lightning fingers? What the heck could she do with it? Bloom an enemy to death with allergies?

Carly stared down at her hands. At least it was a power. At least it was something valuable to someone. Maybe. The circus sideshow. Soon she'd have to join the League of Unremarkable Superheroes. Worst Superpower Ever.

Becky was picking up the blooms and studying them, putting them in her secret backpack with her dossiers.

Mom opened the front door of the house and waved to them. Carly hadn't breathed a word to Mom about being compromised. She couldn't. Mom would pack them up and move them away, and what would happen to Dad? This was her burden. Mom had her own missions to deal with.

"I gotta run," said Carly, moving toward her house.

"Wait. We need to talk about it." Becky waved a flower.

"Not today. Go home, Becky."

"Fine. But we're going to have that talk."

Becky shrugged her backpack on her shoulder, got in her car, and sped away.

Carly sighed. She picked up one of her converted flowers, sniffed the delicate fragrance, and then tossed it back on the sidewalk.

A/N As usual, love any feedback you have! Reviews definitely welcome!