Guys, I'm so sorry that this took so long. I was sick, then I had exams, then I had Christmas (I got a Loki, Cap, Nat, and Ironman 10th Anniversary Pop!), life was just crazy. But I'm back!

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope you like it.

Please let me know what you think!

God bless,
Trekkiehood

~TH~

Tony

It was the beach. Tony loved the beech. But something was off, wrong somehow. The water was dark. Too dark. Tony dipped his hand into the water. It was sticky. It was red.

Then he realized what it was. It wasn't water, it was blood.

"What...?" he began to panic. He tried to get it off of his hand. But, it was clinging to his fingers. It wouldn't go away.

There was a dark laugh from somewhere, "What's the matter, Tony?"

"You," Tony gasped, "Steve, listen-"

Another laugh, "Listen? To you? I don't think so Stark. I'm pretty sure you lost your right to tell me to listen. How about you listen to me, okay?" There was silence. "Oh, wait, you're actually going to listen? I'm surprised, you never have before. Is it because of this?" He motioned to the Hydra symbol in his shield. "Does Hydra make you nervous? Why should it? I defeated Hydra," The former Captain came forward, standing toe to toe with the shaken billionaire. "Surely you can. After all, everything special about me came from a bottle."

Tony took a step back. "N-no, I never wanted any of this."

"It's a little late for that Stark," Steve said approaching him again.

"I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not. Don't lie to yourself. Everyone knows you did it on purpose. You've hated me since the day you met me."

"No-"

"Goodbye Tony," Steve said as he pushed Stark into the ocean of blood. "Hail Hydra."

Tony tried to move, tried to keep his head up. But, the blood pulled him down. He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating. Drowning in blood. He was dying. He didn't want to. So much blood. He couldn't breathe. Red everywhere. He couldn't breathe. He kept struggling, but he couldn't breathe.

~A~

Natasha

She was on edge. How could she not be? Captain America had just attempted to kill her, and the people she considered her family. But that wasn't Captain America. And, despite the monsters assurance, that wasn't Steve.

Part of him was still there. She saw it, if only for a moment. Steve didn't want to be doing this. But, it didn't change that it had been done.

Thankfully everyone seemed to be okay. Physically at least. Bruce was out for most of it, whatever he had been injected with had worn off. Clint had a concussion and a sprained arm. In all honesty, he was lucky. She had a nasty bruise on her neck and still found it slightly difficult to breathe, but she had had worse. Tony appeared to be okay. A little roughed up, but not bad considering.

However, it wasn't their physical health she was worried about. Bruce had locked himself in a Hulk-proof room and she occasionally heard loud crashing. Clint was somewhere in the vents, but she wasn't exactly sure where. And Tony, he had disappeared. He wasn't in the lab or his bedroom. She had no idea where he was. And Jarvis was of no help whatsoever. Every time she asked, he answered, "I apologize Ms Romanoff, but he has requested privacy for the time being." She knew he probably was not handling it well.

She didn't know what to do. Steve usually dealt with these things.

"Ms Romanoff," The AI interrupted. "I believe Master Stark requires some immediate assistance."

This didn't sound good. "Where is he?"

"He is in Captain Roger's bedroom."

Of course! Why hadn't she thought to look there? Remembering the AI's words, she sprinted to Steve's room.

"Tony?" She called entering.

She couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips when she saw him. He was lying on the floor face up, surrounded by alcohol bottles, and choking.

She rushed over to him and leaned him over on his side. She hit him several times on the back as he vomited. When he finally stopped, she pulled him into her arms and held him.

"Jarvis, call Pepper, tell her she needs to come home immediately."

"She has been informed of Master Starks condition and should return within the hour." was the response.

Natasha held Tony close and found herself gently rocking him. As much as she hated herself for it, she couldn't stop the tears from falling. They were all so broken. They had lost Steve, and now she was afraid they were losing Tony.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when he finally began to stir. She laid him back on the ground and wiped away her tears.

"Wha 'appened?" He slurred shielding his eyes from the light.

Natasha's face was set in a firm glare, "You passed out. Nearly died choking on your own vomit."

He laughed and struggled to stand up, "Well, why'dya stop it?"

"Tony,"

"Jus leave me 'lone." He said as he staggered out of the room.

Natasha stood their silently for a moment.

"Jarvis," she finally said, "Keep an eye on Tony. Let me know if he goes for more alcohol or does anything... crazy." She finished quietly.

"Understood."

Well, things had just gone from bad, to worse.

~A~

Steve

Everything hurt. He had failed. His friend didn't like it when he failed. He wouldn't fail again. He wouldn't.

His eyes snapped open. He heard something. Someone was there. Steve peered through the darkness.

"I'm here to train you." a voice said, "You think too much. You don't need to think, you need to follow orders."

Steve didn't know who the dark shadow was. But, his voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Who are you?" He asked.

A light flashed on and the man came forward. His dark eyes seemed simultaneously dark and empty. His brown hair fell almost to his shoulders. His silver arm glinted in the bright light.

Steve knew this man. And he felt... sorrow. Anger. Fear.

"I'm the Winter Soldier." the man said, "I've been ordered to make you just like me."

~TH~

Well, yeah.

Someone mentioned a while ago that I should bring in the Winter Soldier, so I decided I would try. If he seems out of character, PLEASE TELL ME. I'm not very good at writing him. Just tell me what needs to be changed and I will try to fix it.

As for Tony, I don't even know what happened. I Just thought "Hm, I should do a dream, sequence." then I started writing it and was like, "Hm, blood." then "Drowning in blood." Then "choking in real life while dreaming about it." (I feel like it's that glowing mind meme). But, as I said,I don't have much experience with drunk people.

Then you have compassionate Natasha and a suicidal Tony.

Sorry, I'm ranting about my own story, I just really liked writing this one.

Let me know what you think!

God bless,

Trekkiehood