Clint flicked on the lights and walked into the training room, "I've been thinking of new things to practice with you. I've seen you fight in which, you seem to be getting the hang of it. This time I want to try something new"

"You mean ever since Captain told me your tell in fighting?" Sheila crossed her arms over her chest.

"No! Besides that" Clint turned around with a gun in his hand.

"What are you doing with that?" Sheila took a step back, "Clint, this isn't funny"

"Neither are missions" Clint said in his serious tone, "You were the last person that I wanted to be signed up for the Avengers but after your accident and the focus you showed on helping those people a couple of weeks ago, I had to give you a chance here. That doesn't mean that I won't worry about you on your first or any missions for that matter. Not until I know you're capable of outsmarting the enemy"

"So you're going to shoot me?" Sheila questioned, "Last time I checked, Hawkeye was the named you earned and not just a nickname you wanted to be called. What makes you think that I can outsmart a veteran like you?"

"Because you have your powers that will help you" Clint said before raising up his finger, "But you only get to use them on me when I'm telling you to!"

"And that will protect me from a bullet?" Sheila nodded to the gun.

Clint unloaded the gun to show a small dart, "Neurosim Darts. It will make you feel like you've been shot for about a minute or so"

"You could've told me that before you went on your speech about proving you wrong" Sheila relaxed her stance, "So you get to shoot me, and I get to use my abilities on you. Sounds painful for the both of us but I guess this was going to come up sometime in our friendship"

Clint shrugged and smiled, "I guess so"

"How long do we go for?" Sheila asked somewhat nervously.

Clint glanced up to the clock and sighed as he thought of a good time, then gave off a shrug and said, "20 minutes?"

"20 minutes?!" Sheila repeated.

"Mind you that they will go by fast" Clint smirked and raised his gun to her, "Starting… now!"


1973, United States of America

The Winter Soldier paced the room, panting as he felt like as he tried to find some sort of equilibrium in his mind. Just at the door was a man shot and killed, his wife and his daughter didn't live that much after that. The woman was sprawled in the daughter's room with the daughter already shot and killed in her bed. The Winter Soldier picked up a picture of the three at some sort of lake as he tried to look for answers. He slammed it down onto the ground in frustration as he let out a yell. He looked around like a mad man as the yellow streetlights seemed to be the only things that were helping with the lighting.

"Why is this place so familiar? What am I looking for?" The Winter Soldier yelled out to no one but himself.

He let out a frustrated yell as he threw a lamp across the room as his mind kept on spinning for answers. It felt like he forgot something that was so important to him just a moment ago. Nothing about this place seemed familiar to him so why did he not go to his point of destination after the job? Instead, his feet went automatically to this apartment and when he saw the man, he panicked and killed off the family. The Winter Soldier stopped by some mail and picked it up, leaving bloody marks where the point of destination was… Brooklyn, New York.

Bucky gasped as his eyes opened up as he stared into the darkness once more. Bucky stopped the timer on his wrist as he read that he was asleep for 3 hours and 20 minutes. He took in a shaky breath as he glanced around the room. Bucky glanced to the door and stopped his gaze as he noticed that the door was slightly open. Bucky knew for a fact that he had closed the door to his room before he went to sleep. It didn't take him long to know who had peeked into his room. He knew that if it was Steve Rogers, he would've came in and tried to stop the nightmare which only left one more person in mind.

Bucky let out a sigh as he got up and growled, "Sheila"

He walked down the hallway to the room that he knew she was living in and opened the door but stopped. Bucky noticed how peaceful she slept in her own dreams, how still she was and her breathing was slow and safe. Bucky let his stance subside as he knew he continued to watch the woman sleep, longing to have that kind of peace that she must be feeling.

"Why me?" he suddenly asked himself.

He felt an overwhelming sorrow for himself as he knew that if he opened up everyone's doors, he would be looking down at the same thing. Bucky's eyes became alert as he noticed that Sheila scrunched up her nose and groaned as she turned her back to the light. Bucky remembered how Steve stated that Sheila's eyes were sometimes sensitive to the light, he closed the door slowly as he lingered and watched as the brunette continued to sleep.