So, I lied. I'm posting this anyway. I hope it's good! You've pit up with all this build up I feel guilty not giving you guys some Bucky/Kyra action. I still would love your opinions though!

Also, I changed stuff in Ch. 10. So please go reread that, or this won't make much sense.


Kyra's POV

It had been three weeks. Three. Damn. Weeks. I was told absolutely nothing of course. Sam and Steve just left, with absolutely NO word. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I was going to beat them senseless when they came home. 'If they come home.' The dark voice in the back of my head stated for the millionth time. 'Shut up!' I shouted back in my head. Ugh. I was getting another head ache. I felt someone touch my shoulder. Wanda. She and Pietro have been awesome. We are all experiments and it caused us to bond. They've been keeping me entertained and have been annoyingly diligent in making sure I eat and sleep.

"I want them back."

"Ve know Милашка" I looked over a Pietro and glared. I hated it when he called me pet names. He smirked but raised his hands in surrender.

"I am NOT your cutie-pie Pietro." I bark out halfheartedly.

"You are cute." Wanda teased.

"And you love pie." Pietro added.

"Вы двое невозможно.(You two are impossible) I muttered.

"Da, but you looooove us!" Pietro laughed as he wrapped me and Wanda in a hug. I couldn't stop the smile forming on my face.

"Excuse me Ms. Kyra."

"What is it JARVIS?"

"Mr. Rogers and Mr. Wilson just entered the building. They are on their way to the living area." My eyes widened.

"Pietro!"

"On it!" he replied as he rushed us down to the living room. I waited impatiently for the ding of the elevator that announced they were here.

"Hey Kee Kee." I heard Sam state softly.

"Pietro, point me in the right direction." I ordered softly. He was used to me bossing him around by now. He led me forward. I could sense 3 bodies. The one in the middle I didn't recognize. I stopped a few feet away. God I was going to beat them senseless. "Well come give me a hug Sammy!" I stated in the happiest voice I could manage. Sam laughed lightly and walked forward. I had my arms open for him. We hugged. I quickly pulled back and socked him in the face as hard as I could. Sam was taller than me so I had to angle my fist up. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?" I roared as I stalked towards the startled man. He let out a groan of surprise and pain as he fell backwards. I grabbed his shirt and just pummeled his face. Steve was screaming in the background. Pietro quickly grabbed me and pulled me away. Wanda then used her powers to hold me in place. "GOD DAMMIT WANDA LET ME GO! I'M NOT GOING TO KILL HIM!"

"No Kee Kee! Calm down voman!"

"Shut your face Pietro!"

"What the hell Kee Kee!?"

"I'll deal with you soon Rogers!" I snarled pointing in the general area of his voice.

"Kee, what the hell that hurt!" Sam stated shocked.

"GOOD! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO HURT YOU JERK!"

"What the hell did I do?!"

"YOU LEFT!" I screamed! My voice starting to get hoarse.

3rd Person POV

Everyone in the room stopped. Kyra took a few deep breaths trying to breath. Pietro could tell she was having problems. He flashed to the kitchen and returned seconds later with a glass of water. He held it up for Kyra.

"Пейте Киру. (Drink Kyra)" He coaxed

"Придурок (Jerk)" she muttered before she drank the water.

"Все для моего любимого сумасшедшего человека! (Anything for my favorite crazy person!)" Pietro replied with a smirk. Kyra took a big breath.

"You are lucky I love you Piet." Kyra turned back to the elevator. "You promised Sam. You BOTH promised."

"Kyra we.."

"Don't interrupt me Steve!" Kyra took a breath trying to maintain some sort of calm. "What does family mean?" There was a pregnant silence that followed. "Hmm?" Neither man replied. "Family is supposed to mean love. It's supposed to mean we stick together." She was glaring in Sam's direction. "Family is NOT supposed to disappear without a trace."

"Kyra we…"

"You WHAT Sam?! Huh?! You were trying to protect me?! Huh?! God DAMMIT I am not a fragile piece of glass!"

"Kyra you can't go on missions. You know that." Steve replied.

"I DON'T NEED MY EYES TO SEE STEVE!" Kyra roared. Rage contorting her face. "I'VE BEEN FREE FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS STEVE! I'VE BEEN HOME FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS! You PROMISED after SHEILD went down. After Ultron that you guys would ALWAYS at least say good bye. I've stayed out of the field like you asked me to Steve. You PROMISED." She was shaking now. "Instead, you leave. No note, no call, nothing. Nothing! FOR THREE FUCKING WEEKS."

"Kyr"

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD! HYDRA COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU AS BAIT FOR ME! I HAVE LOST ENOUGH PEOPLE TO THOSE BASTARDS! They have taken enough from me! NO. MORE. Losing Frosty was bad enough. DO. NOT. Make me worry about losing you two idiots." Kyra started to pant slightly. Steve was still holding on to his friend. Sam had managed to get up and was heading towards Kyra.

Sam's POV

I was going to hug her then I noticed how ragged her breathing was. "Kee Kee, why are you so out of breath?" She shouldn't be this tired from yelling.

"I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been sleeping."

"Kyra!"

"She has been sleeping. Just not vell." Wanda assured. "Pietro and I have been keeping an eye on her."

"Da, she is nothing but trouble." Pietro added as he wrapped his arm around Kyra's waist.

"I'm tired of losing people. I'm tired of panicking and worrying. I'm tired of fighting. I just want a little time where we can just be a happy fucked up family." Kyra sounded

"Ha! You've had plenty ov fight in you da last three veeks." Pietro teased. "Ve had to force you to eat."

"Da I know Pietro. I was there. Идиот (Idiot.)"

"Ты любишь меня и ты это знаешь. (You love me and you know it.)" Pietro had his usual cocky smirk on.

"Wait…. Are… Are you guys a thing?" I asked with nothing but concern in my voice. That cocky bastard was NOT good enough for our little sister.

Pietro's POV

Sam's face was priceless. He looked so pissed. I had a great idea to fuck with them for hurting my sister. I leaned in to Kyra's ears.

"Принцесса. Давайте повеселиться хм? (Princess. Let's have some fun hmm?)"

"Какие Пьетро? (What kind Pietro?)"

"Вид, который делает уверен, что они никогда не сделать это снова. (The kind that makes sure they never do this again.)"

"Вы думаете, что я думаю?(Are you thinking what I'm thinking?)"

"Да сестра и я. Следовать моему примеру.(Yes sister I am. Follow my lead.)"

They all HATED that I was a flirt. Kyra usually put a stop to it. But I could tell they were all worried that I'd win her over. Which is disgusting because she is as much my sister as Wanda is. I moved behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. Resting my head on her shoulder.

"Yes, I should thank you voth. If you hadn't left her all alone. I vouldn't ov had the chance to make her mine." I nuzzled Kyra's neck for extra show. I have no idea how I'm keeping a straight face right now.

"He's a cocky bastard." Kyra stated affectionately. "But he's MY cocky bastard now." She looked over and kissed my cheek. I don't know how much longer we can keep this up with out laughing.

"KYRA!" Steve burst out in absolute rage. We were both biting our lips to keep from laughing. Tony took this moment to enter the living room. He looked at Cap then raised an eyebrow. "Tony! HOW can you be okay with this?!" Sam had a look of disbelief on his face. While they were focused on Tony I asked Wanda to tell him to play along. I saw him smirk and nod.

"Why wouldn't I be? The kid's a hero." That was what it took. Kyra and I started crying we were laughing so hard. She collapsed in my arms.

"Вы видели их лица?! (Did you see their faces?!)

"Я не могу дышать ... Вы можете верить им ?! Я даже не могу! (I can't breathe... can you believe them?! I can't even!)"

"как если бы вы двое когда-либо будет вместе ! (as if you two would ever actually be together!)"

Kyra and I cried at the same time. "мы знаем! это отвратительно! (We know! That's disgusting!)"

"К тому же я один мужчина и женщина. Морозный находится там, я должен найти его (Besides I'm a one man woman. Frosty is out there, I have to find him)" no one was paying any attention to us. Which I found strange. But Kyra laughing was music to my ears. Then I saw Wanda had put an illusion up around us while we laughed.

"Да, мы поможем (Da we'll help.)"

"я знаю (I know)" Kyra was starting to wheeze a bit from laughing. "Мне нужен воздух. (I need air.)"

"Зайду иллюзию (I'll drop the illusion.)"

Stark had apparently had been talking he continued smugly. "And, he's been there for her nonstop, while you two were on your bro hunt for the Fist of HYDRA." The tension in the room started rising. Kyra's breathing was normal.

"Your friend was in HYDRA Steve?" Kyra asked her voice turning serious again. She pushed the face mask away again. I could tell that play time was over. Her brow furrowed.

"Course he was Kee Kee." Tony replied nonchalantly. "The Fist of HYDRA, Winter Soldier, Man who put Steve in the hospital for a good 3 weeks." Kyra's eye furrowed further. Steve jumped to his friend's defense. I wrapped my arms around Kyra protectively. I could feel her muscles tensing.

"That's uncalled for Stark."

"Am I wrong?" Tony turned around and faced Steve. "You're lucky I let him in my building Rogers! He's"

"He's what Tony?" Kyra stated firmly.

"Kee,"

"He's WHAT Tony?"

"Kyra, he's HYDRA's number one assassin! How do we even know he's on our side?"

"How do you know I am?!" Kyra was getting pissed. I could feel her powers surging around her. "Huh Tony?!"

"Kyra, you're my sister"

"And this guy is Steve's brother. I see no difference."

"Kyra.. he."

"He's what? Dangerous? So what am I Tony? What is Natasha? Hmm or Clint? What are you Tony? We ALL have blood on our hands. Every. Single. One of us. What makes you better then him? You had the choice. He didn't"

"He didn't have control of himself Stark."

"How can you believe that crap? He's lying!"

"NO HE ISN'T!" Kyra and Steve screamed at the same time.

"Oh yeah and how do you know?"

"Because they did it to me too." Kyra bit out lowly. I went to reach for her. Energy surged from her and pushed me back. She's pissed. Kyra was stalking towards Tony. "Tell me brother. Have you ever been unmade?"

"What do yo.."

"Have you been unmade?" she cut him off. The energy coming off of her was getting darker. "Have you ever been forced to lose every single shred of the person who you are? All of your memories? Hm? When were you beaten day in and day out until there was nothing but a bloody shell of a person huh? I know I was gone for a long time, but I don't remember you telling me that happened."

"Kyra, it di.."

Kyra's POV

"It didn't! I know. So it would be best to shut your ignorant mouth. We are helping Steve's friend. That is final" Tony was about to interrupt. "Either he stays here with us or I leave along with them." I stated boldly.

"Kyra do you even know Bucky?"

"I don't know. I might if I saw him. Can't really do that now can I." I smirked bitterly. "But I know exactly what he's going through. I can help."

"You aren't completely better your self Princessa."

"I probably never will be Piet. Besides. Maybe he will know about Frosty."

"Frosty?" The stranger finally breathed out. His voice was…. It made my head hurt… but in a good way. I was so confused.

"Mmm." I replied.

"Princessa vhat is it?" Pietro whispered in my ear.

"Memory, trying to get through. But it isn't…" My face was scrunched up. Pietro tried to whisper some comforting words. "Do you know Frosty?"

Bucky's POV

Her face was familiar. Her voice made something in the back of my mind click. But I didn't know what it was. She was like the shadow of a dream. I wanted to grab onto it but I couldn't. I focused harder.

**Flashback**

There were whispers. Nothing was solid. I saw eyes. Golden eyes. Bright like the sun. And a beautiful voice. Then screaming horrible screaming. The voice was calling for me. Begging for me. But when the screaming stopped I was drenched in blood. It was everywhere. The voice was gone.

**Flashback End* *

**Flashback**

The Soldier was returning from a successful mission. Turning down a hallway he heard a new voice.

"Fuck off you German prick!" the soldier assumed the woman was speaking to one of his superiors, which is a truly stupid move on her part. No one insults powerful men without facing the consequences. He knew, because he was frequently the one who dealt out the punishments. The conviction and power of her words intrigued the soldier though. He had never heard a woman speak in such a way. Especially when being held captive by HYDRA. There was more mumbling in the room from the other occupants. The woman let out a strangled laugh "I'd rather die than do anything to help you." Peirce's voice could be heard chucking. "My dear, you don't have a choice." There was more screaming from the woman and sounds of a struggle. There was a wrenching of the soldiers gut as her shrieks grew louder, then silenced. The door opened and two goons hauled out a petite woman with soft brown hair. Blotches of red, green, black and purple riddled the woman's exposed skin. A testament to the beating she had just withstood. Blood was leaking out of her neck from a small needle mark. Sedation, the soldier thought as the men passed. In his quick observation he didn't see anything special about the woman. But then again, that was none of his business.

"Aah our brave soldier! I take it that your mission was successful?"

"Yes" he bit out gruffly.

"Wonderful. Things are going well. The next steps of our plan are already in motion. There are no missions for you now soldier, go rest." Nodding curtly the Soldier turned and continued to his room. Curiosity peeking through the back of his mind. 'What was a woman like that doing here?'

**Flashback End**

**Flashback**

He had been ordered to ensure that their newest test subject remained compliant. It was a stupid mission and a waste of his talents. Surely there was someone he could be out killing. Quenching his bloodlust and HYDRAs needs in one swoop. But Peirce assured the soldier this was more important than a petty execution. This test subject held promise. But was hard to break. HYDRA could not use this subject until she stopped resisting. That is where he was needed. They needed to show the test subject how strong they could become if they cooperated with the scientists.

Walking into a white room, he noticed a bundle of dirty rags in the corner of the room. The same woman from before was hauled to her feet and brought before the Winter Soldier. Followed by Peirce. The German man began telling the woman of each triumph for HYDRA that the Winter Soldier had brought. How he had shown up broken and nearly dying. How they had saved him, and were determined to save the rest of the world. The soldier found no interest in his apparent past. All he cared about was his purpose, killing. He stared blankly surveying the woman again. As she did him. She seemed thinner. Her skin was still littered with bruises. Her face was shapely and pleasant, or he assumed it was under the cuts and bruises. When their eyes met the soldier froze. He had never seen a more captivating color in the world. Her eyes were a stunning brown that shone like the sun. Even in the drab dark cell her eyes still shown. Bright with defiance. Bright with determination. Bright with hope.

The soldier scoffed at the thought. 'Hope.' Hope was a useless tool that comforted the weak. There was no room for hope in HYDRA. Their mission was above such a childish notion. She would be broken soon enough. Everyone always was. Peirce still droned on, though the soldier wasn't listening. Too busy observing the woman before him. She would be broken soon. The thought echoed in his head. And somewhere in the recess of his mind, he felt saddened by that fact. That feeling startled him out of his trance and back to the mission at hand.

"Kyra my dear, you could be just as strong and brave as our Winter Soldier. Better than your pathetic older brother and his selfish notion of what life is. You would finally have the recognition you deserve. You'd be saving the world from self-destruction. A hero." The girl turned her head from the soldier to Peirce with a cocky smirk.

"Finally! I thought you were never going to shut up." Peirce's face contorted in anger as she continued "You also may want to work on your sales pitch there asshole. Showing me your puppet isn't impressive. It's obvious he's brainwashed. I can see it all over his face." Peirce's eyes narrowed as Kyra clapped her hands together. "So, it's about time for my daily torture isn't it?" She asked him as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Peirce's voice turned dark as he called the guards in to haul her off.

The Soldier laid in his cot that night as her screams echoed throughout the base. Again, her sounds of pain brought a feeling of pain to him. He was the Winter Soldier, an emotionless weapon. So why did his stomach drop each time she screamed?

**Flashback End**

Opening my eyes again I studied the woman in front of me. She was thin, meek looking. But clearly was not one to be underestimated. This Sam guy was a good 6 inches taller and had at least 100 pounds on the girl. She still managed to knock him down a peg. Literally. She seemed to be adored by everyone here. Especially the little blonde punk. He kept whispering things to her in Russian. It made my jaw clench. I don't know why.

**Flashback**

I was sitting in my cell. In absolute pain. My partner Permafrost was applying an ice pack to my back. She started singing. "Ты мое все. Под солнцем. Ты мое все, все свернутые в один. Ты мой единственный сон, мне только реальная реальность (You're my everything. Underneath the sun. You're my everything, all rolled up into one. You're my only dream, me only real reality) It was so calming. Her voice alone made the pain go away.

"Мы не должны петь. (We aren't supposed to sing.)" I warned.

"Мы не должны получить выстрел либо, но смотреть на вас Морозный. (We aren't supposed to get shot either but look at you Frosty.)" She replied back. Smirking that devilish smirk of hers. I couldn't stop mine. We lapsed into a comfortable silence as she started tending to her wounds. She got out almost unscathed. I'd pushed her out of the way. I don't know why. I moved before I had a second to think. I watched her as she hummed the same tune. It sounded familiar.

**Flashback End**

"Are you going to answer da vwoman or not?" The cocky blonde asked.

"Заткнись, идиот. Он может знать, где находится Морозный. (Shut up idiot. He may know where Frosty is.)"The girl breathed.

"Ты говоришь по-русски? (You speak Russian?)"

"Да. Морозный научил меня. (Yes. Frosty taught me.)" Am I Frosty? I want to be, is that her? The girl from my memories?

"Кто он для вас? (Who is he to you?)" I asked… Frosty sounded so… normal. Like something I'd heard every single day. I would never be able to tell.

"Мое все. (My Everything.)" She stated with a small smile. Her face looked sad. The blonde pulled her into his arms and had her rest her head on his shoulder. With eyes wide a growl escaped my lips.

**Flashback**

"Что, черт возьми, вы думаете?! морозный (What the hell were you thinking Frosty?!)" I grunted too tired to reply. We had gotten stuck in a fire fight. It was worse than expected. Kyra was focused taking down the guards. Slaughtering them without mercy. But one had their scope aimed at her. I didn't realize I'd moved until I felt the bulled enter my side. After that things got a little bloodier. Sunny had dragged me to the nearest ally so she could try and stop the bleeding. I groaned in pain as she applied the cauterizing pad. It stopped the bleeding in less than 30 seconds. It hurt worse than the damn bullet. "Вы перестать жаловаться! Ты идиот, который прыгнул в передней части пули! (You stop complaining! You're the idiot who jumped in front of a bullet!)She was covered in blood. I didn't know whose. It didn't matter I guess.

"It was trained on you."

"What?!"

"The gun, it was aimed at your heart."

"…So what?"

"That would have KILLED you." I bit out getting angry. How could she not care about her life? Why the hell did I?

"What does it matter? You'd be given another partner." Her voice trailed off.

"I don't want another partner…" I don't know why. But I don't. I looked at her. There was understanding in her beautiful eyes. They shown like the sun. "You are the light." I breathed out. "My light..."

She had a small smile on her face. "Get up idiot, we have to move." She bit out after a moment. I nodded. We were exposed. It was cold when we reached the safe house. The blood loss not helping either of us. We lit a small fire and huddled together in front of it. We both needed to keep warm in order to stay alive. It was a survival measure we'd taken dozens of times. But this felt different. I was taking first watch. Her breathing leveled out and her muscles all relaxed. I breathed "Ты мое все. Под солнцем (You're my everything)" into her ear.

"И ты мой. (And you're mine.)" I jumped hearing her speak. She relaxed again into my arms. A smile on her face.

**Flashback End**

My everything... my light... "Sunny…."

"Bucky..?" Steve whispered softly.

"She's supposed to be dead." I breathed. My eyes wide. "They said she was dead."

"Do you know Kyra?" I only nodded.

"She wasn't Kyra when I knew her. She didn't have a name. They called her Girl or the other Asset. She hated it. So I called her Sunny. Her eyes were always bright." I explained I couldn't believe this. I was so confused. Peirce said she was dead. That she betrayed us. That SHEILD killed her. He lied. Rage boiled in my veins as I recalled just how much I hate that man. I heard Sunny start speaking again and started to pay more attention. She closed her eyes with a soft smile as he pulled her closer. I clenched my jaw and both fists. She deserves better. Better then me. Breathe man. Don't kill the prick. Don't kill the prick. Don't kill the prick.

"She is talking to you."

"Shut up Piet. Maybe he doesn't know." Kyra took a few steps away from the blonde. "Sam where is he I want to meet him.."

"I vill lead you Princessa,." I hated that he was touching her. My scowl deepened. She was littered in scars. I recognized some. It broke my heart. Steve started to introduce us.

"Kyra, this is my best friend James Buchannan Barnes. Bucky this is our adopted little sister Kyra." Kyra scrunched up her nose at Steve. Then the punk had the audacity to kiss her on the cheek. Before letting her take a few steps on her own. He still held her hand. That was it.

"Get your damn hands off of my girl!" I bit out. I was furious. I wanted her in my arms. I was ready to tear this punk apart. I could rip his scrawny ass limb from limb. That was my girl. Everyone looked at me like I'd grown a second head. I took a few steps towards her and Steve and Sam moved to hold me back. Restraining me was not a good idea right now. The punk pushed her behind him protectively. "Как ты смеешь? Она не должны быть защищены от меня! Она мой свет! Мой Солнечный (How dare you? She doesn't need to be protected from me! She is my light! My Sunny.)" A look of recognition fell on her face. My eyes were darting around wildly. I'd lost her once. No one was taking her away from me again. I couldn't take it. I stormed forward ripping her out of the blondes arms and in to mine. Where she belongs. She was so much skinner then she had been. The pain hurt as the memories rushed back. I was shaking with her in my arms. She lifted her hands up my metal arm. Tracing every detail with a gentle touch. I watched her face and tears started to fall. I didn't know why. So I panicked. "Не плачь Солнечный. Пожалуйста... (Don't cry Sunny please…)" She made a strangled sound. I wasn't sure what it was but more tears fell as a smile reached across her face.

"Морозный?" She breathed my name and I could have died right then and been the happiest man alive.

"Да, я здесь Солнечный. (Yeah I'm here Sunny.)" She started all out sobbing.

"Я мечтал. Ты только здесь, когда я сплю...(I'm dreaming. You're only here when I'm dreaming.)" She whimpered. Her right hand traced up my metal arm as her left pressed against my chest. "Вы чувствуете, настолько реальным...(You feel so real…)" She muttered again. I chuckled for the first time in years.

"That's cause I am doll." Her face held a desperate hope. She cupped my face urgently and pulled me towards her. Our lips met and nothing in the world mattered. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her as close as I could. I was afraid of hurting her until she gripped me tighter. Her hands wound in my hair and she kissed me. 'God I missed this.' Her tears melded with mine as we clung to each other for dear life. I was finally alive.

Kyra's POV

'Oh my god. Oh my god he's alive.' We finally needed to pull away for air. Frosty rested his forehead on mine. I was gasping. "You're alive. You're alive. You're alive." I looked into towards his face and laughed happily "You're alive!" I was crying and laughing. There were too many emotions right now. Frosty captured me in another passionate kiss. I poured everything into it. All the fear, the loneliness, the love, everything I felt for him. I put into that kiss. Just as much emotion was coming from him. He was never good with words. We had to pull away again. Frosty buried his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his tears wetting my shirt. My face hurt from how big my smile was. Frosty started to shake in my arms.

"Я думал, вы были мертвы. Они сказали, что ты мертв...(I thought you were dead. They said you were dead.)"He mumbled into my shirt.

"Нет любви, я здесь. (No love, I'm here.)"

"Ты мне нужен. Я не могу снова потерять тебя. (I need you. I can't lose you again.)" My heart leapt at those words. He'd shown it when we were in HYDRA. He'd protected me. Taken punishments for me. Killed for me. I knew he cared. But to hear him say it. I started to cry harder. I pulled away from him. Cupping his face I brushed away his tears.

"You are never leaving my sight again. Do you hear me?" I stated softly. Frosty laughed and nodded.

"Da, I'm glad we are on the same page." I laughed too. I nodded to him. We then gripped each other as tightly as we could.

"Never again." I repeated again and again as I breathed in his sent. He smelt horrible. He clearly hadn't showered in days. I honestly couldn't care less. He was my Frosty. My Frosty was alive. I couldn't believe it. But he was here. In my arms. Finally.

"Я здесь. Я никогда не отпущу тебя снова. Никто не отрывая вас от меня снова. Никогда. Никогда. Никогда. (I'm here. I'll never let you go again. No one is ever taking you away from me again. Never. Never. Never.)" We were a mess of tears, sweet whispers, sobs and cries of joy.

3rd Person POV

When Bucky had moved towards Kyra everyone drew ready to kill him with out a moments hesitation. When Kyra started laughing and crying the situation changed. Earth's mightiest heroes stood stock still. Staring at the scene in front of them. Natasha was the first to recover. The expression of pure joy on her friends face assuring her there was no danger. She didn't know how Kyra knew Barnes. But she clearly did and felt absolutely safe with him near. A small smile played on the red heads face. She looked to her left at Clint who was still aimed at where Bucky was, determined, as always, to protect his friends. Natasha reached over and lowered his bow. Clint looked at her with his eyebrow raised. Nat sent him a reassuring nod, her smile relaxing the archer completely. He returned the arrow to his quiver. At this movement the rest of the Avengers save Tony also relaxed. Tony's jaw still hung to the floor.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" The two lovers were in a world of their own. Nothing and no one mattered. Tony kept screaming but it didn't phase them at all. "Natasha what the hell are they saying?!"

"He's Frosty."

"What?!" Tony looked at his sister confused. A sudden realization hit Steve.

"Frosty? Like her Frosty?" Natasha nodded. "The one who she's been crying over for the last 3 and a half years" She nodded again.

"Whoa, this is trippy..." Clint muttered. The two in question were still in their own world. Tony couldn't take this anymore. He stormed forward and went to grab Kyra. Within half a second Tony was thrown across the room.

"Shit!" Kyra cried. She turned quickly back around. Resting her forehead against his. "Frosty hey, it's okay. He's my brother. We're safe here." Kyra let him go and turned. Tony had landed on a couch thankfully.

"Get that monster out of my house!" Tony roared. Bucky instantly pushed Kyra back.

"Frosty, we're safe here. It's okay. Don't hurt him. Please." Bucky looked back at her. His eyes softening.

" Я не позволю им причинить тебе боль (I won't let them hurt you.)"

"Я знаю, я знаю, что морозный. (I know Frosty. I know.)"

" никто не будет когда-нибудь повредит вам до тех пор, как я здесь (No one will ever hurt you as long as I'm here.)"

" I know. Морозный они моя семья, что они любят меня. (Frosty, they are my family. They love me too.)" She cupped his face with one hand. Bringing his lips back to hers. She coed sweet nothings into his ear. Her voice soft and sweet and they were lost again.

"если что панк пытается прикоснуться к вам снова, я убью его. (If that punk tries to touch you again I'll kill him.)"

"Kyra Odette Stark you get away from that monster right now!" the two snapped back to reality again.

"Tony calm down!" Kyra screamed.

"Kyra back away."

"No! Everyone with weapons drawn put them down! This is Frosty! I'll die before I let you hurt him. no one is taking him from me ever again!" She couldn't see, but she stepped in front of Bucky making sure to block as many of his vitals as she could. "It's Frosty. My Frosty." She was laughing and crying. Being torn between her family and the love of her life. "You can't hurt him. I wouldn't be alive without him!" Her breathing started to accelerate. "Her gave me his food. He took beatings for me. He taught me how to keep myself alive." She started to get choked up. "You can't hurt him without hurting me!" She gripped his metal hand tightly. "I'm never letting him go again. If you love me you'll all give him a chance. You won't make me choose." She took a deep breath.

"You vill alvays choose him." Pietro mumbled

"Da." She nodded.

"он любит ее тоже брата. так же, как она его любит. Я вижу его. (he loves her too brother. as much as she loves him. I can see it.)" Wanda couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. She laughed happily for her friend. She rushed forward and wrapped Kyra up in a hug. Bucky was quick to react. He grabbed for Wanda, Kyra was ready this time. Wanda was too. Both of their powers left him motionless. "Я бы скорее убить себя, то сделать что-нибудь, чтобы причинить вред Киру. (I would sooner kill myself then do anything to harm Kyra.)"

Bucky's POV

"Ve all vould." The blonde piped up. I looked around the room. Kyra and Wanda's hug had ended. she had now returned to my arms. Everyone was staring, I glared back. I dare them to try anything. Kyra's energy was so warm. Relaxed. It washed over me in waves. She trusted these people. She said they were her family. I let my eyes soften. She sighed as I relaxed. The one called Tony was staring with anger and fear. He was the only one who seemed angry still. Steve was smiling. So was that Sam guy who came with him to bring me here. The red headed woman was sizing me up. She looked familiar too. I think I tried to kill her a couple times. She was on the bridge with Steve. Kyra started to nuzzle further into my chest. Her breathing was steadying.

" Солнечный, ты в порядке? ты устал? (Sunny are you alright? Are you tired?)"

"Don't let this be a dream... please don't let this be dream..." Her knees started to buckle. I wrapped her up in my arms. Her smile only grew. My expression was the same probably.

"Well, Buck. The me introduce you to the rest of the team." Steve started.

"Shhh, she's sleeping." I hadn't spoken this much before. My voice was crackling.

"Я Ванду, это приятно встретиться с вами. Она была мертва внутри без тебя. (I'm Wanda, it's nice to meet you. She was dead inside without you.)"

"I know you'll take good care of our Princessa. But any funny business and you vill be answering to us." The punk grabbed Wanda and took off leaving behind a blur. The Red head and Kyra's brother left without speaking. The man with an arrow on his back came forward.

"Name's Clint Barton. I've never seen Kee Kee this happy before." I nodded curtly. I needed to know who the punk was.

"The blond?" I nodded.

"Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver."

"I don't like him."

"Then we are going to get along fine," Clint murmured he gently slapped my back and then left. His steps were quiet. Must be a spy. I looked up at Steve and Sam. Sunny was still in my arms. I could hold her forever.

"So, let me show you where you're staying." Steve started.

"I'm staying with Sunny." My voice was firm. I looked up at Steve. He looked surprised.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea Buck."

"I'm staying with her. If you try to take her away from me I'll put you back in the damn hospital." Steve rose his arms in defense.

"It's fine Steve." The 'Sam' guy said. "Kyra would tare the place apart if she woke up without him." He sent a smile my way. I don't understand why. I don't know him. It was weird. I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Do they want me to sleep so they can take her away from me?

"If Tony finds out..."

"She's 26 years old Steve. Tony needs to grow up."

"Good luck with that one." Steve muttered. Sunny stirred in my arms. She nuzzled closer to me. I felt alive for the first time in forever. I actually felt something. Steve took a few steps forward. I tightened my grip and stepped back. Out of instinct. No one was taking my Sunny away again. Steve put his arms up in defense. I'm supposed to be safe. I tried to relax a bit. "This way." he turned and led us towards an elevator. Three floors up and we got off. That means we are 101 stories high. It will make escaping with Kyra harder. There were buildings alongside this one though. I'd take the brunt of the fall. None of the windows opened. So that also meant shattered glass. There was an assortment of decorations as well. They could easily be fashioned into weapons if need be. A door pushed open and we entered a large bedroom. "This is her room. Go ahead and put her on the bed. The shower is that way if you want to clean up. I'll bring you some clothes." I did as I was told. Covering Sunny gently with her puffy blankets. Everything here was strange. Steve had pointed to the bathroom. I did smell. I looked at the room. There were more gadgets then an armory. How could anyone ever need this much stuff? There were levers, knobs, five things were sticking out of the ceiling. How the heck am I supposed to work any of this crap? How the hell does Sunny? There were towels all over. I just got one of them wet and wiped off the dirt. there was a lot. I could see myself for the first time. I didn't like what I saw. Leaving the dirty towels on the floor I walked out to Sunny. There was a pile of clothes. I put them on with out question. Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched her sleeping.

"I've got this watch Sunny. You rest." the words were out before I even realized it. A few hours passed. Sunny started to stir slightly.

"Нет ... не причинить ему больно .. остановка ... (No... don't hurt him.. stop...)" A nightmare.

" Тсс, Солнечный я здесь, (Shh, Sunny I'm here,)

" Морозный, не оставляй меня. (Frosty, don't leave me.)"

" Что-нибудь для вас кукла. (Anything for you doll.)" Her eyes fluttered open. Even in the dark I could tell they were damaged. Seeing them up close. Her once golden eyes were a lifeless gray. She reached out. Nearly poking me in the eye. Guiding her hand to my cheek I watched her. Just watched. Taking in every detail of this moment. I didn't want to forget this. I wouldn't let myself forget this.

"Aren't you tired Frosty?"

"I'm fine."

"When is the last time you slept?"

"I can't remember."

"Frosty,"

"It doesn't matter. I'm fine."

"Frosty..."

"I'm fine, Sunny, I'll keep watch. You rest."

Kyra's POV

I smiled at that. We aren't in HYDRA anymore. I still had moments where I wasn't sure. But he was here. I gently touched his face. It still felt like a dream. If I touched him then he was real. He was really here.

"Come hold me then." I muttered softly. I didn't hear a response. He gently pushed me to the side and climbed in the bed with me. My head instinctively rested on his chest. It was awkward. He was tense. But that would never matter to me. Having him near was all I've wanted for over three years. Ever muscle in my body was relaxed. The weight of every problem, every struggle, every failure just vanished. I welcomed sleep with a smile on my face for the first time in my new life.

Bucky's POV

Sunny's breathing evened out, she was sleeping. True to my word I kept watch. One are securely around her. The other ready to grab anything should an attack occur. I wasn't going to sleep. I never do. This bed. That's what Steve called it. It was like a marshmallow. How was I supposed to sleep on something like this? How did Sunny stand it? I couldn't relax. Even with Sunny in my arms. It was so different. I honestly would prefer the bridge I slept under three nights ago. Sunny told me to hold her. So that's what I was going to do. What is this thing even made out of? Sponge? Don't question orders. Do as you are told.