Quick authors note, in my world no one ever killed Agent Coulson. Basically because he's far to cool to die. So, he's here in my story. Also, no one proof read for me. So, any and all mistakes are mine. I know personally that sometimes writing mistakes can pull me out of a story, if this happens to you I apologize. Maybe you could beta for me? I'm looking for one!

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Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun

"Well, it's Sullivan now. Barnes was my maiden name. Bruce never met Ti...my husband." Bree explained, slightly angry at herself for stumbling over Timothy's name. Almost a year later and it still hurt

"Where is your family from?" Steve eagerly asked.

"Why do you have so many questions suddenly?" After learning about Drake's gang working with some super-secret entity, she was on edge.

Steve sighed, he had no idea what was making her so hostile. "I fought with a man named Barnes. He was a good friend."

"Sorry, my dad never fought, and my brother's dead."

Bruce flinched at the caviler tone Bree was using. She was a warm and loving as a child, even though she laid her whole history out to him she felt he was missing something. He was about to interrupt before Steve had to explain which war he fought in, but he was too late.

Steve sighed and Tony snickered. "World War II," Steve explained. "I fought with a Barnes during World War II."

Bree glared at him, unbelieving, as things slowly started to come together. "Wait, so, we have Ironman and the Hulk…'surfing in on the next lightning bolt,' that's Thor. Mother of Christ. Captain Rodgers...'freezer fresh?' You're Captain America?"

"Ummm….." Steve trailed off, glancing at Coulson for help.

"Wow. Smarty pants! How'd you figure that out so fast?" Tony asked

"I watch the news, and I'm not an idiot. Besides, you and Bruce told me everything else I needed to know." She explained.

"What did you do for work, ya know, pre-vigilante?" Tony asked

"First, I'm not a vigilante. I have a fight with one man, and after I kill him I'm done. And I was a high school science teacher." Bree said. It took her a moment to realize why everyone was staring at her, and then it clicked. Rob had always hated how matter of factly she took on the gang. Apparently, superheroes also disliked her attitudes towards death. Jesus, they've killed plenty! Thought Bree. And I assumed they realized why I was here, after listening in on Bruce and me.

Steve shook out of it first. "OK, so you guessed it. But I'm really curious if you're related to Bucky?"

"Bucky?" Bree clarified, "My grandmother was Rebecca Barnes. She got pregnant with my dad out of wedlock and ran off to Albany to have the baby. She was originally from around here, Brooklyn I think. I grew up in Albany, and moved when Timothy found a job."

"Did your Grandmother have a brother, by any chance?" Steve asked. The story seemed to match up. He felt hopeful, that maybe he finally had a small connection to his old life.

"Ummm..." Bree paused, thinking. Feeling a little excited to find a potential connection in all this mess. "Yes! Yes, I think she did! James…but no one called him that she said…"

"He's name was James Buchanan Barnes. We all called him Bucky." Steve explained.

"Wow," Bree said. She looked at him and was taken aback. He looked so…handsome, in an earnest and almost innocent way. His eyes really were a nice blue…Stop! Bree scolded herself. What the hell are you thinking! Get it together and get back to work!

"Well," she said out loud. "Thanks for the cozy catch up, but don't we have work to do? I was two men from the top back at home, and now it seems I'm starting over. And I'd like to get started."

It was like she threw cold water over them all. Even Tony was still searching for something to say after her rapid mood shift, when JARVIS interrupted.

"Sir, Mrs. Sullivan's rooms are prepared."

Bree visibly flinched at being addressed by her married name and snapped, "Just Bree is fine, thank you."

"Yes, ma'am, of course." Responded JARVIS.

"Um," Tony stumbled over his words, "I'll get someone to show you the way then."

Tony stepped out and Steve excused himself for the night. Bruce turned to her once they were alone. "Bree, are you really sure about this? It's going to be dangerous. You could be killed."

"I know, Bruce. Why the hell do you think I've been doing all this?" Bree bit out and left to follow the women sent to take her to her suite. She kicked herself for losing her temper; she had revealed way too much.

The first fight didn't come fast enough for Bree. Five weeks she had to wait. And in those five weeks, the 1st anniversary of her husband's murder came. She tried to stay busy that day, tried to keep distracted. She was in the gym when it all finally hit.

She was spinning fast, staff hitting dummies with frightening accuracy. Steve was in the gym as well, and stopped to watch her as she moved at a frenetic pace, trying to beat out her demons. When all at once she stopped, and collapsed. She was out of strength and couldn't keep up her façade anymore. He ran to her and picked her up, holding her close to him. He instantly thought how good she felt in his arms, and then just as quickly felt guilty for thinking such a thing. Stop it Steve, He chided himself. She's a grieving widow for god sake.

"What's wrong," he whispered. "Are you hurt?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Just, please let me go." Bree pleaded, she found comfort in his arms, and was disgusted with herself.

"Ok, ok," Steve said slowly backing away.

"one year.' She explained. "one year today."

Steve stood in shock as she ran off.

After what happened in the gym, Bree was ready for the first fight when it finally came. A SHEILD agent tried offering her some new top of the line staff, and she flatly refused. She was doing this from him, and she'd finish it with his weapon.

Now, she glanced around the small jet carrying her and Steve, she could hear Tony flying alongside them. Bruce was back at the base. It was decided this mission was to small scale to need to involve the Hulk. He was only called in on bigger scale event. She noticed Steve tapping his boot as the waited to land. She found it odd that he would be anxious; Bree always felt incredibly came before a fight. And she was ready now.

When the landed Bree assessed the situation, a large gang gathering at a park, She immediately slunk in to the shadows to watch her mark. As she'd done in the past, she'd wait for the opportune time to attack. Tony and Steve did no such thing. The jumped right in the middle of the party and Tony started shooting off snarky comments.

"Hey Felllas! You didn't invite me! I'm all for community involvement!" He said to the stunned crowd. Most of them still trying to figure out what the hell Ironman was doing there. Then, Steve threw his shield into the group, scattering them. This was the opportunity Bree needed. She jumped from the fringes and brought her staff down hard on the closest man's head. Another swing and another ripe melon thud of a direct hit. She glanced around, they'd been figured out. The gang was closing ranks. This was much more sophisticated a move then Bree was used too. They circled and protected one man. Her mark. "Maybe tonight, my love, maybe tonight," she whispered.

With a leap, Bree launched herself into the middle of the pack, swinging viciously. Hit after hit she brought men down. A fast glance showed her Tony and Steve easily battling multiple gang members. If she didn't hurry, they'd get to the mark before her.

With a mighty swing she took out two more men, and found herself face to face with their leader. She took a breath to calm herself Keep him lucid and alive. She went for the knees first, then the ribs.

She pulled the picture from her shirt. "Tell Drake I'm still fighting. Tell him I won't stop until he's dead. And while you're at it, let HYDRA know we're on to them, too."

She stomped off, leaving Steve and Tony staring at each other.

"I've only seen one kind of person fight like that. No hesitation, no though of self-defense or personal safety…" Steve trailed off, as SHEILD agents stepped in to do mop up. "And did you hear what she whispered before she jumped in?" He whispered

"Yeah," Tony replied quietly, watching Bree stride off with concern. "The girl has a God dammed death wish."

The world is on my side
I have no reason to run
So will someone come and carry me home tonight
The angels never arrived
But I can hear the choir
So will someone come and carry me home