This June I'm in an Accountability Group. So expect a lot of updates.

I don't own MARVEL.

Here's the next one.

Heather's POV

I hit the punching bag again, and again. 'Shift your center of gravity.. Adjust your stance.' After hearing the comments from Steve, Natasha, and Sam, I am able to tell myself what I'm doing wrong. At least for what they've told me.

I execute a side kick, uppercut, and stop after slamming my fist into the punching bag's center, right where the gut would be on an average sized person. I sigh and back up. Unwrapping my hands, I walk to the bench that was placed near the wall. I take a good drink of water and stand back up to go shower.

There's a warming chill outside as I make my way to the house, stretching my arms across my chest as I go. There is a fair amount of leaves on the tree in the center of the gravel round about. Grass and flowers dot the circle it sits inside. I stop and take a moment to watch it.

'Spring is finally in full swing,' I muse, chuckling to myself. The door to the house is wide open, letting in the fresh air. I peek through the window before hand. Sam and Steve are sitting on one of the couches, talking about something. Natasha is on another couch, listening silently with a computer on the table in front of her.

I then turn to the door and walk through. I try to avoid their attention, although Natasha looks up briefly. I look over at them a few times as I walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge.

"-was a sighting in Indianapolis last week," Steve says.

"But then there was another sighting a few days later in Austin. He could be anywhere," Sam counters. I stop pouring my milk and listen in.

"He's moving fast. Natasha.. What are you thinking?" There is silence for a moment.

"There was a buried article in Springfield Missouri between those dates," Natasha finally says, "that's between Austin Texas and Indianapolis Illinois."

"How did you know about the article, Natasha?"

"It was buried deep, no doubt an attempt by Hydra to hide it. I had to hack it into the light." I turn around and exit the kitchen.

"So-?"

"Maybe he's headed in that direction?" Sam asks.

"Toward Mexico?"

"No, someone posted that they found a guy that looked like he had a metal arm somewhere in California. Give me a minute," Natasha says, bending farther over her computer, "I'll narrow it down."

"What are you doing?" I finally ask. Steve and Sam jump, then turn to look at me. Natasha doesn't so much as flinch.

"It isn't something you should worry about," Steve says. I see his eyes before he turns around. He's trying to hide a haunted look.

"I'd like to help if I can," I press, walking forward.

"It's personal, Heather," Steve tells me firmly. I still hear a waver in his voice.

"Steve-"

"No Heather, you can't help," he says, not looking at me. I stiffen at the tone he uses. I turn to the stairs and walk up. I take a short, cold shower and change out of my training gear and into a pair of trousers and a tank top. I lay down on my bed.

'Indianapolis? Texas? Missouri? California?' I think to myself, trying to make sense of it all. '..A metal arm?' I sit up, deciding to sate my curiosity. I sit at my desk and open my computer. I brought it from my study room from the basement. ..From home.

"Can I be of any assistance, Miss Morse?" JARVIS asks.

"No thank you, Jarvis," I state, bringing up a search engine. I type in some key words. After sifting through the links it provides, I find one that I think they were referring to.

Mystery Man in Indianapolis

I read through it. There are other names that they call him; Winter Soldier, 'ghost,' a myth.

'Where is he now?' is the title of the article from Texas.

'Who are they looking for?' I ask myself, 'And what are they forgetting to look at?' I read through the article again, then go back to the search engine. I type in 'Missouri mystery man,' but nothing relevant comes up. I try another set of keywords, but there's nothing useful. 'They said something about Hydra..'

I find a website that shows information that was leaked from Hydra. I scan through it. I stop when I see two words; Winter Soldier. I click on it.

'...What..?' I stare at the screen, not believing what I'm seeing.

Steve's POV

I rub my eyes. I've been looking at my computer still. I'm taking as much time as I can to work on this. I have to find him.

"Steve," I jump slightly and turn around. Natasha is standing there. "It's late."

"Just a few more minutes," I say turning around. I reach for my coffee mug, but Natasha takes it before I can. "Natasha," I say.

"Go to bed," she states.

"Bucky will be somewhere new in the morning.." I say solemnly, turning back around. "I have to keep trying."

"You won't be able to find Bucky on a pot of coffee. You need sleep and you know it." I sigh, knowing she's right. I close my computer. The room goes dark and I realize just how late it is.

"Okay.." I mutter, standing up. Natasha must have gone to her room, because she isn't there when I turn around.

I walk up the stairs and step into the bathroom at the end of the hall. I turn on the faucet and collect water in my cupped hands. I splash my face with the water and rub my face clean. I look up at the mirror.

'Buck-' I turn around.

No one is there. I look back at the mirror. I thought I saw him in the mirror, behind my left shoulder.

I sigh and look down at the swirling water. 'Of course he isn't there.. He isn't here. He's somewhere else and I have to find him.' I look up at the mirror. I have dark bags under my eyes. '..After some sleep.' I rub between my eyes and turn towards my room.

Heather is usually the first one up, after me. I'd come in from my run and she'd be here at the counter eating breakfast. But Natasha is already up and Heather is nowhere on the first floor. I take my toast and walk to the living room.

Sam is just coming downstairs. "No, Steve," he says. My hand is just inches from the laptop.

"I can multitask," I say.

"..Why don't you get Heather up," Sam says, "her door was still closed." I walk upstairs after setting my plate down and knock on Heather's door.

"Come in!" She says, wide awake but a little preoccupied. I open the door and walk inside. The sight I come upon is not the one I thought I'd find.

Heather is sitting criss cross on the floor, a laptop in front of her. She has a notebook between her and the computer, the end of her pencil in her mouth.

I walk around her to look at the screen, "What are you doing?" She has multiple articles pulled up. Some of them I haven't seen, but others Natasha, Sam, and I have already looked through.

Heather looks over her shoulder at me, taking the pencil out of her mouth. "I want to help," she says after gauging my expression. I'm both baffled, yet unsurprised, that she hadn't listened to me. "I think I found a few things that you had looked over," she says, setting the pencil down.

"Why are you so intent on helping?" I ask. She stops looking for the article she wanted to show me.

I squat down next to her. She then chooses what to say, "You would have done the same if it was Kate."

I nod to myself. She knows it's Bucky we're looking for. And she's right. I'd do anything I can to help if she was looking for her lost best friend. Heather wants to help someone, even if it isn't Kate.

"Why don't you bring what you found downstairs and get some breakfast," I suggest. She looks at me as I stand up, curiously surprised. "We have work to do."

Yes, I added Bucky to this. Who wouldn't?

For those waiting for bonding moments with other Avengers, wait until next chapter. In the outline, it's labelled 'Downtime Part One.'

Questions?