Okay, so first off I'd like to say thanks for allllll the support. I don't let ANYONE I know in real life read what I write. It's kinda a big fear of mine, but I have given my friends clues so if they find it. oH weLl. But it truly means a lot.

This starts with us focusing on Bucky (If you didn't get that). If it italicized it's them thinking. I dunno if that's a given but just in case.

WARNING: It's gonna get darker, I'm going to keep it from gory in the next few chapters.

This one should be good, but if I stick to my plans it's going to be a rough next few chapters.

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Even after returning from Wakanda, sometimes leaving the tower and going on a jog is important. Nightmares do still haunt Bucky. Even if the 'trigger' words won't work anymore the memories of what he's done, and what Hydra did to him, well they still wake him up in a sweat.

This time it was late enough that all the other Avengers were asleep on their own floor. He stepped into the elevator, "Going down sir?" The automated voice asked. Still scaring Bucky to this day.

"Uh- yeah, bottom floor please." He responded, his voice shaking slightly, still trying to get over the dream he had. You're fine, he thought to himself over and over again.

The elevator stopped and he stepped out. The lobby had one soul lady behind the counter looking rather bored and tired. Bucky gave a half wave before quickly leaving the building and setting out on his run.

The city wasn't quiet, but it was a little quieter. His feet made light sounds against the pavement as he made his way through the city.

He had just cleared his head enough to turn back around when Bam! Someone hidden in the darkness of the alley punched him across the face.

It only took a second for him to recover, and saw two more people emerging from the Alley. Shit. More and more people surrounded them until he was fully surrounded.

"Soldier, come with us." A man said.

"Not a chance," he responded.

And that's when the fight began. Being trained helped him hold us own, but ten other people attempting to inject him with a needle, that he was sure he didn't want to be injected with.

"Hey Fellas! Break it up!" A rather high voice said from behind.

For a moment almost everyone looked up to the source of the voice.

A skinny man in red and blue spandex. They seemed to know to split immediately,

"We hoped you would bring Captain," One of the men said, trying to sweep out Bucky's legs.

"But we'll take the kid instead." The man said, landed a punch knocking Bucky backward.

He didn't get up in time. He didn't recover as fast, this vision blurred and he felt a distinct prick in his neck. Then he felt his limbs slowly paralyzed. His mind was still unaffected, and panic rose in him. His eyes slowly slid shut as he watched the guy in spandex take out man after man. But inevitably his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

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Uh-oh, metal arm guy's down. Peter thought, kicking a guy backward and webbing him to another guy.

He had taken down five, and he was sure the metal arm guy had gotten at least four, but then that last guy got him down. He looked around, the guy must have run for it.

He bent down, reaching his finger out to check for a pulse. Suddenly his spidey sense throbbed through his head, he spun around trusting his instincts and ended up with the guy against the wall, his hand pinned up by Peters' foot.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to not inject people with possible lethal weapons without their permission? Tsk tsk."

What he didn't notice while rambling on was that one of the men Bucky had gotten back up. He assumed the thing setting off his spidey sense was in front of him, not coming up from behind him. That's how he got a needle in his neck.

Outchy.

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"Enhanced… Candidate… Soldier… Child." Peter only picked up on these words while slowly waking up from the sedative. Peter didn't like any of them. Normally something like a sedative wouldn't affect Peter. His metabolism would take care of it in seconds, but this one was different. Peter could tell he had been out for a while.

He knew that he had been out for a day at least because of how hungry he was. He started to realize where he was, in a room with no lights, surrounded by cement walls, and shackled to the wall.

Peters' head throbbed, partly from his sixth sense telling him it was not safe here, but mostly cause of the sedative.

"Oh good, I thought you'd never wake up." A voice said from next to him.

Metal arm dude sat against the cement walls, shackled up as well. He has a little wave with his shiny metal arm that Peter was fascinated with. Like how did it follow the commands? That was it made of? Why did he need it? Was he in the army? But none of those questions were important at the moment.

"W-where are we?" He asked. His voice shaking involuntarily.

"A hydra base." The man answered. He seemed almost calm to Peter.

Peter pushed off the ground rubbing his head. Hydra? Like spies and evil and men in black suits Hydra? He looked down, wearing a ratty white shirt and black pants, metal arm guy wearing the same thing, both rather tight on him.

He stood up shaking slightly and pulled against the restraints.

"They're vibranium kid. You can't break them. We're stuck here" The metal arm guy said.

"Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine." Peter snapped sitting against the opposing wall.

"You fought hard kid," The metal armed man said, "But we aren't going to get out of here alone."

Peter ran his fingers through his hair, "I don't understand, why do they want us?"

The man shrugged, "They must think they can turn you into a soldier. Or figure out how you swing around."

Peter nodded, he should care that this man and the people in the Hydra facility probably were trying to find his files now. They wouldn't Peter basically deleted himself from the world when staying at his foster house. It was the one good thing that came out of that house.

They sat quietly waiting, Peter almost wished something would happen. He would soon regret that.

This is going to be the last chapter for a week! I would have made this longer, I might try and write another chapter that I can post if I find wifi there. I still have to pack and do my other stuff. Including edit another vid -_-

GREAT NEWS! One of the tests came back negative for skin cancer. That means I might not even have it which would be great. The rest of the results come back on my birthday, so it will either be a great B-day or an awful one.

Again I'm going on vacation, so there won't be updates until next friday probably. (Maybe thursday if I get to writing right now.)

Alrigh,t I love you all so much!

-Andielynn