I OWN NADA. EXCEPT FOR THE OCs.

He was a little worried about finding the materials for the bombs in such a small town, but of course, the place had a Walmart. He didn't need to look further. After compiling the odd assortment of ingredients in different groups and checking out at a couple of tills to avoid suspicion, he returned to the Darner Motel.

Darner Motel was small, out of the way, and nondescript, or, in other words, perfect. He nodded at the young teen at the desk and made his way to room 107. It didn't take long to make the little explosives. Laying on the bed he closed his eyes and did his best to avoid dreams of his victims.

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The next morning found him woke and prepared. Grabbing his homemade explosives as well as an assortment of guns and sliding into his suit, he decided to use the car for easy movement of the target.

Short circuit the fence.

It had been something he learned in the early seventies. Short-circuiting a fence isn't too hard when one has a metal stake, copper wire, water, and a crocodile clip.

Enter the courtyard.

Simple, they should have cut down the trees. He starting to wonder if this place was really hydra, or, at least, if someone was eventually going to be terminated for their negligence. More than likely, they would receive due punishment when they figured out how he had gotten in .The guards switched out, and he vaulted over.

Disable the technological security.

He had done this at the motel. The laptop he had stolen from some poor geek in Wichita was proving very useful. Clicking the button in his pocket, he quietly slipped through the same door the scientist had so very kindly left unlocked yesterday. Some cameras had started spazzing out occasionally in a seemingly random pattern across the screens. The monitor wrote it off as nothing more than static. Quietly, he moved through the halls.

Set the bombs.

He found the six main weak points in the building and attached the devices to the walls. Ensuring the detonator was not in a position to set off the explosives without his express permission, he set off towards the R&E portion of the compound.

Locate and neutralize the target.

There, an office with her name and a voice floating out. Listening for a moment to make sure she was alone, he pushed the door open. He immediately strode towards the doctor sitting on her desk with a pencil in hand. The woman's eyes went wide and her mouth opened to scream. He slid his hand around her throat and held on until she passed out.

"Who are you?"

Was someone in here? He'd listened and glanced around as he had entered but there hadn't been any- oh. Well, he hadn't thought to look so low. It was a little girl, perhaps the same one the scientist in his arms had been complaining about yesterday. She certainly hadn't been lying about her hair, short strands of soft grey. She blinked and he realized that her eyes were an almost colorless shade of silver. Her skin was pale and she seemed fragile. She was like no child he could remember seeing before. Especially since she wasn't crying, just waiting for an answer. She had asked a question, hadn't she?

"I'm going to get you out of here."

Wait, WHAT? Where had that come from? He had meant to say something like be quiet, or stay here, or even just a cold glare to frighten her. Maybe that little bit of sentimentality was stronger than he thought…

But now she was nodding, and a little smile had found its way onto her face. She seemed fairly calm for someone who'd been a captive, maybe hydra had been kind to her? If so, why was she willing to leave with him, he'd just strangled someone!

"I need to touch you first." Her small hand almost touched his metal arm and he was jerking back before a conscious thought could form.

Escape.

"Touch me? No. I need to go." He walked to the door and kept up a steady pace as he carried the doctor from the base. Honestly, he expected the girl to fear him and maybe run screaming the other direction. It was a little worrying to find her nearly running beside him. He would have slowed down if the timing wasn't so important. She managed to stay near his side, though. All the way until hey reached the fencing. He easily scaled it and turned to leave.

"I can't climb real well." ..This is why he planned. So he didn't have to deal with surprises that could screw up the whole thing. Those silver eyes of hers bore into him and managed to find something he thought had been shocked out of him long ago. With an air of world-weariness, he set the doctor down. Scaling the wall again, he scooped the child in his arms before crossing the same fence for the fourth time.

He near dropped her on the ground before replacing her weight in his arms with the doctor, who just so happened to be much heavier. Kid was really messing with his timing. The guard that watched during this time was starting to wake. He hiked back to the car with an unconscious woman in his arms and a grade-schooler by his side.

"Can I touch you now?" Was she really still on about that?

"No."

"But I need to. What if you're not safe?"

"I doubt touching me is going to make me less of a serial killer, doll." He blinked. His mouth and his mind were definitely not communicating correctly. He shouldn't call her doll, she could get attached. It'd be harder to drop her off at some orphanage if she was crying the whole way.

She looked thoughtful for a moment. After a moment, her hand shot out and touched the arm carrying the scientist. He was starting to think she had planned to be on that side so he couldn't stop her without dropping some important cargo.

"Are you happy now?"

"Mm-hmm, your heart is warm. It's cooled off a bit but it's better than hers is." She pointed a finger at Dr. Vernes.

He sincerely doubted his heart was 'warm'. He doubted it still existed. But if it kept the kid calm, he'd let her believe it.

"What's your name?" Isn't that a loaded question? He could say Bucky, what the blond man had called him. He refused to say Winter Soldier, as hydra had called him. Somehow he didn't feel as though either fit.

"James." He was near whispering.

"Mr. James? I like it." The little smile returned.

A/N

Woo! I'm on time! Not early, not late. Just how I like it.

We finally get to meet the second main character and yep, the story image is my pixel version of her. I could try actually drawing her but then you'd see just how much I suck at sketching...

I'd really appreciate any criticism about her. I'm basing her in part off of my 4 yrs old nephew but they're very different. I don't want her personality to be inconsistent.

Anyhoo, thanks for reading!