A/N: I thought this was a good idea, plus this might become important later in the story.

Winter Soldier's pov

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose as I looked over the messed-up room and messy occupants. There was paint everywhere and on everyone.

"And who's idea was to introduce paint ball guns to Nate?" I growled. Everyone pointed at each other, trying to pin the blame on someone else.

"Wait, where is Nate?" one of the agents asked. Everyone looked around when suddenly a head popped out from behind a stack of random objects.

"Right here. Now, die, suckers," Nate fired at the group, who dove off to the sides, trying to hide from Nate's onslaught.

"NATE!" I roared.

"WHAT?" he yelled back. I walked over to him as everyone else scrambled off to different places.

"What is going on?" I asked, quietly.

"Paintball war?" Nate suggested and I sighed again.

"In that case, you and me team up. I'll go out, pretending I have to go do something, then I'll come in the vents, and we can have a surprise attack on everyone. Gather enough weapons for the both of us," I instructed and Nate nodded. I walked out of the room as Nate scampered off. Once out of the room, I ran into Mr. Pierce.

"Что там происходит (What is going in there)?" he asked.

"Пейнтбольная война, сэр (A paintball war, sir)," I saluted him.

"Hmm," Mr. Pierce then dismissed me and I walked off. Soon, I found a vent for me to crawl in. I looked around to make sure no one was watching me, then I climbed into the vents, and put the cover back on. I was soon crawling through the vents back into the paintball war room. I heard gun shots as I reached the vent into the room. There were people scrambling everywhere, yelling and screaming as they get hit.

"You want some of this? Come and get it!" Nate yelled as he fired at a group of agents trying to reach him. He had built a fort of random objects like couches, chairs, and the like. I removed the vent cover and dropped silently into the room.

"Nate. I'm in," I whispered into my comms.

"Great. Location?"

"By the vents."

"There's a group on your 9."

"Got them" I move silently to the group of agents. They didn't suspect a thing when I was right behind them, patiently waiting for them to mess up.

"So, where do you think Nate disappeared off to?" one of the agents whispered as the group slowly moved forward.

"Safely hidden. Unlike you," I replied. The agents turned around, startled, and I proceeded to take them out. I snagged most of the weapons on the agents and ghosted away, leaving the agents to their demise with the other agents spread around the room. I found my way over to Nate as he popped out of nowhere.

"Hi. I found us a new hideout," he greeted me.

"Great. Show me," I followed Nate to a corner base well hidden and stocked with some paintball guns.

"This is what I could recover from my last position. Not much, but we can make do," Nate whispered. I nodded and we got settled. There was gunfire everywhere as we waited to see if anyone could find us. A few stragglers came by and Nate shot a couple down as I took down the others. Eventually, everyone found out where Nate and I were hiding.

"What's the plan?" Nate asked, reloading a gun.

"We need to get to a higher position," I responded, cocking a gun.

"I know the perfect spot," Nate smirked at me.

"Should I be worried?"

"Nope."

We gathered and split the guns/ammo between ourselves. When all the agents came charging at us, Nate and I threw a few smoke grenades. We slipped through all the chaos, while shooting a few agents, which caused everyone to panic and start shooting in different directions. Nate and I got out of the chaos before we got hit, then we got the higher position.

"And how did you find this spot?" I asked.

"I scoped this whole room before I even knew what paintball was. So I prepared a few things as well," Nate pointed his thumb to a tarp covering something. I flipped a corner to see supplies to last us for at least a few days. I nodded in approval and Nate beamed.

"Alright. Let's have some fun," I settled down for the siege.

Pierce's pov

"How did this come to be?" I asked an agent.

"Nate found a paintball gun lying around, picked it up, and asked some agents. Then this paintball war commenced, sir," the agent answered.

"How long ago was that?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. I can't show the agents how this amuses me.

"Roughly a couple hours ago. I must say, sir, that Nate can really hold his own," the agent gestured through the one-way window. I could see how The Asset take out some agents and gone to help his ward.

"Interesting," I muttered and left the room to go to the meeting with all the other US Senators. I would rather watch this paintball war.

Winter Soldier's pov/time skip

Once the paintball war was over, Nate and I went to the mess hall to grab a bite. The agents, that were in the paintball war, came trickling into the mess hall, calling and teasing each other about the war. Nate and I looked at each other, then moved to the corner to finish off our food.

"Hey, kid. How'd you hide from the rest of us?" one agent called to Nate.

"Mad skills," Nate called back and the other agents 'ooh'ed at that but the agent wasn't going to be brushed off.

"C'mon, tell us how you did it," he walked closer.

"Again, mad skills. If you don't go back to your food, I'll kick you where it hurts most," Nate threatened but the agent got even closer and I just sat back to watch what Nate was going to do. The agent got very close to Nate before his face twisted up in pain.

"I warned you. Anyone else?" Nate glance through the crowd of agents. All of them didn't meet Nate's eye and the agent, that got kicked by Nate, growled. Then he lunged at Nate, who just moved out of his seat. The agent lunged again but I caught him by his throat in my metal hand.

"Don't. If you want to live," I threaten quietly. I dropped the agent and left the room with Nate on my heels.

"That went well," Nate commented, sarcastically.

"If that went well, then training will be smooth," I said. Nate brightened and we went to go train.