Oh god I can't believe it's been 4 weeks since my last update. I am so, so sorry! I've been so busy, I've had to write a 15 page paper on the Arthurian legends, and I'm still busy writing another 15 page paper on the discovery of Richard III, and I've also been away to England and then to Amsterdam and urgh, basically I have't had much time. Not an excuse I know, I'm sorry.
Also, I know there isn't all that much action in this chapter but it's like a break in the midst of all the action before we push on to the final stage of the story. Though, with the way I'm going, there will probably be a sequel once Avengers Age of Ultron comes out, because where I'm going is directly tied into that.
Thank you for your continued support. Just because I'm lazy doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. In fact I pushed myself to finish this today because of the new favourites I got and it kinda reminded me that I need to get back to work. Thank you so much!
ANYWAY, without further adue, here is the next part.

"So, ladies." The man smiled, sitting on the white plastic chair in front of the two girls, still tied to the wall. "You've had a while to think about my proposition, what do you say?"

Dawn and Yvonne exchanged a look before turning their gases back up to the man sneering at them. "I'll you information, for a price." Dawn smiled, doing exactly what she had planned.

The man laughed. "You think you can make demands?" He laughed again, shaking his head. "Aren't you entertaining?"

Silence reigned for a few moments, during which Yvonne glared at the man, despising everything about him, from his stupid slicked back dark hair, his stupid black shirt, his stupid black jeans, to the stupid way he sat with his legs wide open. She hated him. Dawn on the other hand waited patiently, watching him without emotion, simply waiting on his reaction. Eventually, he seemed to reach a conclusion in his thoughts and finally replied. "What did you have in mind exactly?" He wondered, crossing his arms and watching the elder woman of the two.

"Yvonne goes free. So does my sister, whatever you've done to her." She said quickly. "And I get a quick death."

The man watched her for a second, then laughed again. "I don't think you understand the situation, love." He said, scratching his chin. "You see, we want our assets back. You lot are the key to getting the Siren back, and if she comes back, the Winter Soldier will follow, and if he does, then so will Captain America. We let you one of you go, we're sabotaging our whole future."

Dawn fell silent, feigning a disappointed look, when in fact she was getting what she wanted. Information. "You think Lovisa's your soldier?" Yvonne asked, catching the man's gaze. "But she's so..."

"Looks can be deceptive." He shrugged. "I really have no wish to disfigure either of you but after all, you are bait." He continued in an innocent tone of voice, pulling out a dagger as he stood up. "I think it's about time we got our fishing rod out and threw it out into the pond." He smirked, stepping towards them. Both girls exchanged a horrified glance, swallowing hard.

"Can I make myself undead?" Lovisa wondered aloud as the group of superhero friends sat on Stark's private jet in silence. When Sam looked over to her with a deep frown on his face, she continued. "Well, legally, I'm dead. When my mother died, I was reported dead too. I don't exist anymore."

Sam shrugged, not having any idea. "Hey Rogers, how did you declare yourself alive after seventy years?" He asked Steve, who was sitting at the end of the plane beside Bucky, the two having been in quiet conversation since the plane had taken off.

"I... Don't know. Shield took care of that." He shrugged. "I'm sure it will be simple enough, there's no need to worry about it Lou." He continued, giving a sympathetic smile to Lovisa.

"Maybe." She shrugged. "Won't be as easy for Buck though."

Bucky looked up at the mention of his name. He hadn't even thought about that, about being a legal citizen, about... Existing. Was that even still an option for him? For so long he had lived in the shadows, living as a ghost, not actually having a life.

Lovisa's remarks kept his mind occupied during the whole flight from the US to Scotland. For the first time in decades he was able to think about the future, about what happens after the war. Would it ever end for him? Would there even be a time where he would be able to live a normal life, buy a house, get married and have kids? Was that even something he wanted? He remembered wanting that before the war, when he would imagine himself marrying a beautiful dame and living in a large house and having Steve over for dinner on Sundays, their children running around and filling the house with laughter. But now? He couldn't imagine himself doing that anymore, he'd seen too much death, suffered too much. Not to mention that the only woman he wanted by his side was just as fucked up as he was. Neither of them would ever be normal, and he doubted they would ever be free of their ties to Hydra. And even if they were, Steve would never stop being Captain America, not whilst there were still wars to fight and innocent lives to save. Bucky knew he could never let Steve do that alone.

So what was his future then? Living in shadows, fighting the enemy, constantly at war? The idea didn't appeal to him, but he would never quit so long as Steve and Lovisa were still fighting. They were the only two people who mattered, the only people he truly loved. He would burn the planet to the ground if it meant saving them.

He was broken out of his thoughts when the plane landed and Sam nudged him out of his seat. They had work to do, innocents to save, guilty to murder. Back to work it was.

Yvonne tried to stop herself from crying, but no matter what she did, the tears kept falling. They plan had completely gone to hell and even though the man had finally walked out of the room, things weren't necessarily better. Dawn was on the other side of the damp, smelly cell, sprawled out on the dirty floor in a pool of her own blood. Yvonne had tried to get to her, to reach her, to check that she had a pulse and was still alive, but her shackles restrained her too much. She had pulled and pulled, wriggled her hands and twisted her hands in every direction, but all she succeeded in was deepening the cuts on her wrists, and hurting herself pointlessly. She gave up and simply stared at Dawn, tears streaming down her face. Her sister in law's dark skin was becoming pale, the gash on her leg hidden beneath dried blood, the room too dark to see clearly anyway. The smell of blood added to the smell of damp and dust, filling Yvonne's nose and throat every time she took a breath, desperate for the nightmare to end. If they had done that to Dawn, what had they done to Camilla? Was she even alive? Did that mean that Yvonne was next? What would they do to her? How long would they keep her?

Soon her tears dried on her cheeks in the same way the blood dried on Dawn's skin. She curled up on the hard ground, her muscles screaming with discomfort. Eventually she drifted off into a restless sleep, only to wake up a while later to the sound of gunshots.

The sounds were muffled and faint, but distinct enough to not be mistaken for anything but guns. Yvonne didn't move, her gaze shifting to Dawn in the hope of seeing the short haired girl smiling back at her, but she was still unconscious. Probably dead. No way was she still alive, was there? She had never been good at science, and even if she had been, she was too out of it to care. Sure, the Hydra man hadn't left Yvonne with a huge bleeding gash in her leg, but he had hit her, he had nearly raped her, only for her to find out he had been bluffing as he started laughing, bushing his hair back with that smile she despised so much. She felt dead inside, and as the sounds of gunshots came closer, she still didn't move. She didn't care if she died, in fact it would probably be a good thing.

She heard the screeching of the metal door, the sound of men talking, the sound of rushed footsteps. "Dawn? Dawn wake up! She's not conscious!" A panicked voice was what caught Yvonne's attention, and as she lifted her gaze from the small puddle on the floor, she found herself staring at a woman wearing a skin tight black suit, her heavy boots leaning in the blood around Dawn.

"I'll carry her, see to the other one." A man's voice replied to the woman. Yvonne struggled to turn her head a little, catching a glance at the man. She blinked several times as she looked at him, leaning over Dawn as the woman's figure moved towards her, blocking her vision a little. Was that... ? No, it couldn't be. She must be dying, because there was no way that Captain America was picking up Dawn and carrying her out of their prison. No way.

"Yvonne?" Yvonne look at me." The woman's voice came, and the young girl slowly turned her gaze up to look at her savior in the skin tight black suit, blinking as she looked up at her face. "Can you move?"

Yvonne blinked, staring blankly at the woman who looked remarkably like Lovisa, but at the same time didn't. It was her face alright, the same skin tone, the same thin lips, the same nose, the same round green eyes, and yet she looked nothing like the nervous, self conscious woman that Yvonne called friend. This woman was harsh, her eyes dark, her jaw tight as if she was ready to murder the first person that didn't do as she said. She was scary. "Yvonne do you even understand what I'm saying?" The woman asked again when she got no response, her hands checking over her body to check that she wasn't injured.

The Lovisa look-a-like turned around and called out to someone. In came a tall, large man dressed completely in black, his face as harsh and scary as the woman's. He gently grabbed Yvonne's hands, scaring her, and broke her chains with his bare hands. At least, she thought so, until she noticed that his left hand was made of some type of metal, shining in the dim light of the room. The man then snuck his arms around her and picked her up bridal style.

Yvonne was scared, she didn't know these people. Were they Hydra too? Was she going to her death? She could move her eyes around, and occasionally shifted her head whilst the man carried her, but the rest of her body wasn't responding. It had shut down. As she watched the lighting on the corridor ceiling, she closed her eyes, blocking out the sound of people talking around her. She didn't care anymore, this was it. She didn't care if she never found out where the man was carrying her to, she just wanted it to end. She drifted off into unconsciousness, even though she could hear someone calling her name. Maybe she was just imagining it. Or maybe it was death calling her name.

Bucky was staring at the dark haired, pale skinned girl in the hospital bed before him. He refused to take his eyes off her until Lovisa got back, just like he had promised. Lovisa had only left the room because the other girl, the dark skinned one whose name he had forgotten, had finally been taken out of surgery. Bucky had wanted to go with Lovisa, to hold her hand, to support her as she discovered the fate of her friend, but she had wanted him to keep an eye on Yvonne. She couldn't be in two places at once, much to her despair, but she didn't trust anyone other than Bucky to do what she couldn't.

Bucky was growing frustrated with the constant beeping of the machines that the young girl was hooked up to. Apparently it was a good sign that the beeping was constant, but still it aggravated him, driving him crazy. The whole hospital smelt odd, a heavy, grim feeling settled on the entire building and the people walking around in white coats made him feel on edge. He didn't like it, not one bit. He was half expecting to be attacked any second, despite Steve and Tony having assured him that the place was secure. Still, he cleared his throat and kept a close eye on the girl that Lovisa was so worried about.

Truth be told, he was worried about Lovisa. As soon as they got off the plane, she had turned into a different person. She lead them to the base, built under the ruins of a medieval castle in the highlands, the area hidden thanks to the mist that seemed to hang in the air. During the entre journey, she had only spoken to give instruction or information, her posture rigid, her eyes darting from one area to another. Bucky had stood behind her at all times, ready to jump in front of a bullet if need be, but the way she had fought scared him.

After she disappeared, he and Steve fought a lot of battles, and Bucky had made sure that his techniques were different to what Hydra had taught him. Of course, he used what they had taught him, but he added to it, molded it into something more humane - or at least he tried. Lovisa on the other hand was happy to dive straight back in to the merciless killer that she had been made to be, and the speed and ruthlessness she had displayed, the complete disregard for human life... It shook him to the bone. There was the woman he had come to care for, the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and she showed no emotion. No sympathy, no mercy, no rage, nothing. She didn't even blink as she carved open the neck of one of the guards, didn't even think twice about shoving her bloody blade into the side of the next man's skull. She didn't even look down as the corpse fell to the ground, keeping her eye on the next target.

He had seen the looks Sam and Steve had exchanged before they hurried to catch up with her. He'd be damned if anyone hurt her, he wouldn't even let Sam or Steve near her if he thought they might have something less than friendly in mind. She was no different to him, the exception being that Bucky had had time to come to terms with his fighting techniques, and Steve had often spoken to him about it. Bucky was still learning to deal with his instincts, but he was trying. Lovisa was not. Not that it mattered to him really, he knew what she was going through, understood, and wanted to protect her. He couldn't explain what he felt for her, it was so intense, so unconditional, and it bothered him that he was ready to go to such lengths to protect her.

He had never been a monster, not even when people beat up Steve when they were younger. Of course, he would throw punches and get a little dirty to defend his best friend, but he would have never done anything inhumane. Even now, he couldn't picture himself slaughtering people to protect Steve. Take them down, knock them out, put a bullet through their head, yes, he had done it before and he would do it again, even if it cost him his life. But he would never dirty himself for Steve like he would for Lovisa. Did that make him a bad person? A monster?

He broke out of his thoughts when Yvonne groaned in the hospital bed, her head turning as her eyes fluttered open, her brown eyes falling on him. "Am... Am I dead?" She whispered, her voice frail.

Bucky smiled softly at her question. "No. You're in hospital." He said.

Yvonne blinked heavily, her eyes droopy from the drugs. "You look familiar..." She said softly, staring at him. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, expecting her eyes to go wide with fear any second. He didn't remember ever meeting her before, but if she remembered him, maybe he had. What if he had murdered someone she loved? "You're... You're Lou's guy, right?" She muttered. "Bucky..."

Bucky felt relief wash over him as he nodded. "Lovisa's down the hall, she'll be back soon." He told her. "You're safe." He felt the need to reassure her, to take care of her. She was important to Lovisa, so she was important to him.

Yvonne frowned for a minute, not understanding what he meant, until she remembered what she had been through. "Dawn..." She breathed. "Where's... Is she..."

"Your friend was in surgery until a while ago. I have no more information." Bucky told her, hoping to ease the panic that had risen in her tired eyes. "Just rest."

"And Camilla?" She asked. "Did you find her?"

Bucky's face went blank, answering her question. They hadn't.

"She'll be out for a few more days but when she wakes up she should be alright." The doctor explained, holding the clipboard with the notes in front of him.

"Except for the fact that she's missing a leg." Lovisa replied bitterly, gritting her teeth as she glared at the older man, who sighed.

"We had no choice. The wound was infected, she had lost far too much blood, the nerves were cut and the muscle wasn't attached to the bone anymore, there was absolutely -"

"You still cut off her fucking leg." Lovisa refused to let him win. He had mutilated her friend, and she was angry. Angry? She was furious. Dawn looked so pale, her face swollen and bruised... And one leg missing. She felt like murdering someone, and she probably would have threatened the poor doctor if Steve hadn't put his hand on her shoulder and cut her off.

"Thank you doctor." He said softly. "It's been a tough day, we're all a little on edge."

The doctor eyed Lovisa suspiciously before nodding to Steve. "If you need anything, just call a nurse. Good day." He said, leaving the room.

Lovisa shrugged Steve's hand off her shoulder as she looked down at Dawn, her heart sinking. "Hey, he said she'll be fine, she'll take a few weeks to fully recover and then -" Steve started, but she cut him off again.

"Recover? Steve she's missing a leg, she'll never fully recover." Her voice was broken as she turned around to look at him, her eyes red as she held back the tears.

"Lots of people have one leg and live a perfectly normal life." Steve shrugged. "It'll take a bit of getting used to but she'll be fine. She's alive thanks to you."

"You mean she nearly died because of me..." Lovisa disagreed, shaking her head. "This is on me." She whispered, turning back to Dawn and hesitantly running her hand through Dawn's knotty, greasy curls.

"Lou..." Steve sighed, stepping towards her again. He didn't know what to say. He understood how she felt, after all, he had felt the same way after Bucky fell from the train back in the forties. He felt like he should hold her, comfort her in some way but she had already shrugged him off. He missed the way they used to laugh together, how they used to hug from time to time, how she used to smile at him. She was a good friend to him and she had greatly helped him with Bucky. He owed her a lot when it came to Bucky, and he cared for her, but she felt like a stranger to him. "I'll be outside if you need me." He said eventually, not getting any response.

Lovisa sat in the chair beside Dawn's bed, staring at her friend. It was all her fault, if she had never left Bucky in the first place she wouldn't have met the girls, wouldn't have endangered them, wouldn't have broken Bucky's heart. It seemed no matter where she went, pain would follow, she couldn't escape from it. The only upside was that staying with the 'Avengers', as Stark called them, meant that they were able to deal with the danger that came with knowing her. They could fight. In fact they would fight Hydra even if they didn't know Lovisa, so it was small reassurance that she wasn't putting them in harm's way. Well, not too much anyway. But the girls?

Both Dawn and Yvonne had been badly beaten up. Chained to a wall for days with no food, beaten and scared shitless. Dawn had even lost a leg, not only ruining her life but also her career as an athlete. And Camilla... They hadn't even found Camilla. The only lead they had found was the name of a scientist, some guy called Wolfgang von Strucker. Scientist and Hydra were not two words she wanted in the same sentence, especially when talking about her friend. What they were capable of doing was worse than death, and she didn't even want to think about what Camilla could possibly be going through. She had to be found, and fast.

Needing some air, Lovisa stood up and hurried down the corridor. She paused in the doorway to Yvonne's room, listening to Yvonne tell Bucky all about Star Wars. Bucky had noticed her of course, glancing up at her quickly for a second before turning his gaze back to the dark haired girl in bed. "You actually kind of remind me Anakin." Yvonne commented.

"The one who betrayed everyone to become evil?" Bucky asked quietly, his eyes both confused and hurt. Lovisa smirked as she stepped into the room quietly, awaiting the answer.

"Forget the evil part." Yvonne yawned. "It's the whole... Sad, tortured, expert killer thing. The way you'd go to any lengths for those you love. And yeah, kinda the evil part." Yvonne smirked.

Bucky stared at her blankly before chuckling softly, feeling Lovisa's hands on his shoulders. "I see you two are getting along." Lovisa said, resting her head on Bucky's head as she looked over at Yvonne, scared to go near her without Bucky there, fearing the girl's reaction.

"He's exactly like you said he was." Yvonne nodded, smiling softly. "I'm glad you found each other again."

Lovisa smiled sadly, feeling the guilt swallow her up as she watched Yvonne's gaze fall to the floor. She was thinking of Camilla, that much was obvious. "Dawn's going to be fine." Lovisa said, trying to fix things as much as she could.

Yvonne lifted her gaze back up to meet hers. "She lost so much blood, I thought..."

"She uh..." Lovisa sighed, walking around Bucky to sit on the bed beside Yvonne. "Her leg was badly injured... They had to... Cut it off."

Yvonne blinked, staring blankly at Lovisa. "But... Her career... She's a runner..." She dropped her head. "And... Camilla?" She asked carefully, fear filling her eyes as she looked at Lovisa. "Bucky said you didn't find her..."

Lovisa swallowed. She wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and be on her own but she had to stay, she had to fix this. "We'll find her. I promise you." She said.

Yvonne nodded slowly, looking over to Bucky then back at Lovisa. "Why didn't you tell us?" She asked quietly. "About... You know. Who you are."

"Would you really have wanted me to stick around if you knew I was a Hydra assassin?" Lovisa asked flatly, disdain filling her voice.

"There's more to it than that." Yvonne retorted. "Bucky told me. Do you really think keeping a secret like that was a good idea?"

Lovisa stared at her hands, swallowing hard. She deserved it, she deserved far worse than that. She could feel both Yvonne's and Bucky's gazes on her, but she didn't say anything. What could she say? She was the guilty party. She had betrayed both of them separately, she deserved anything they could say. "Look, I get it, I don't hate you for who you are. I couldn't care less about who you used to be, the fact is you're a good friend and I do care about you." Yvonne continued. "But keeping something like that... That's big Lou." Silence reigned for a few more seconds until Yvonne sighed. "Don't give me the silent treatment. I'm pissed but I understand. I just want to get Camilla back."

Lovisa looked up and saw the honesty in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She muttered.

Yvonne smiled softly and yawned again. "Can I see Dawn?"

"I think so. I'll go find a doctor." Lovisa nodded, standing up. Bucky stood up silently, following her out the door when Yvonne called after them.

"Did you kill them?" Despite being so frail, there was a strength and resolve in her voice, making Lovisa and Bucky turn around. "I hope you killed every one of those sons of bitches."

"We did." Lovisa nodded briefly.

"Even that scientist? What has his name... Hirsch?" Yvonne asked, unsure.

Lovisa's face fell blank and Bucky stepped forwards. "Commander Hirsch?" He asked, his voice deep and deadly. Yvonne blinked, confused by their reactions as she nodded slowly.

"We saw him a couple of times outside the door. Our... Keeper spoke about him." She shrugged.

"But he's dead. He blew up. He's dead!" Bucky cried, stepping towards her. He didn't recognize himself, it wasn't like him to react so badly, to feel almost... Almost like he was panicking. "Are you sure it was him?"

Despite being a little intimidated by the large assassin standing over her, Yvonne kept herself together. "He had a German accent, and he had a walking stick. He seemed to be in his fifties maybe? I don't know, I never actually met him... The guy who kept coming in to see us told us his name, said that if we didn't cooperate he would hand us over to Hirsch."

Lovisa felt like she had been stabbed. She could barely even breathe. Hirsch was alive. Her father. He was alive. She felt Bucky hover in front of her, felt his hands cup her face, she could see his worried face before her eyes but she was elsewhere. Her father was alive.