Steve grunted, attempting to hold back the large group of Hydra agents that were attacking him. Natasha was with him as well, except she was dealing with her own group; which she found to be quite easy to take down.

He grunted and threw one over his shoulder before being struck down. He barely managed to grab his shield and throw it up above him before a barrage of bullets rained down on it.

Natasha came over and kicked the man in the head, sending him to the ground and giving Steve time to regain his footing.

"Thanks," He breathed.

Natasha gave him a side-glance. "Don't thank me yet, Rogers."

With that, they quickly returned to battle. He was surprised Hydra still existed, after the hell that he went through to try to stop them.

After what they did to Bucky, who had disappeared after the helicarrier incident..No way they're getting off the hook.

His hands curled into fists. They collided with the face of a rather smug-looking agent, sending him to the ground with a thud. A gun was quickly pulled from its holster and fired toward Steve, who raised his shield quickly to block it.

Fortunately, he wasn't entirely focused on revenge. Because he knew that likely wouldn't end pleasantly, and he wasn't one for killing. Especially not now. Maybe some serious injuries, but no fatalities at the least.

Natasha was starting to get overwhelmed with the amount of agents overwhelming her, but Steve was stuck with his own growing group as he found it more difficult to take one down without getting struck by another.

He grunted as he was pushed face-first into the wall, tip of a gun touching the back of his head.

A small smile made its way across his features. He made a quick move to spin around and jump into the air, taking advantage of his super-strength to kick two of the agents holding him far back. The gun that was previously against his own head clattered to the ground.

He threw his shield, knocking some of the agents Natasha was battling down. He had to remind himself multiple times to incapacitate, not kill.

Steve's fist connected with another unlucky agent's face. He smiled in satisfaction as that particular agent crumpled to the ground.

An attack came from behind. An agent grabbed his left arm and twisted it both painfully and in an unnatural direction.

He couldn't hold back the pained scream that came from his mouth.

That agent kicked him to the ground as he cradled his likely broken hand. Sure, the super-serum could heal his wounds quickly, but this one would likely heal the wrong way if not treated properly first.

He gasped as a fist connected with his face and he was sent sprawling onto the ground. It instantly reminded of him of when he was younger and much more fragile, being punched to the ground vulnerably after trying to stand up to people twice his size.

"Steve!" He heard Natasha shout over the chaos, but she was unable to reach him right away.

Steve slowly turned and saw a metal arm connect with the agent's face, sending him flying. Steve's eyes widened as a flesh hand lowered down to his level to grab.

He stared up at Bucky incredulously for a moment, but grabbed his hand with his good one and was pulled to his feet.

"You alright?" Bucky gently took Steve's broken arm and looked at it. His flesh fingers probed at some spots, one striking a particular weak one. Steve drew in a sharp breath and grimaced, causing Bucky to pull back some.

Questions later.

"Sorry."

Steve shrugged. "It's fine, I had a lot worse.."

Bucky, noticing Steve's questioning and still-surprised gaze, not particularly surprising, spoke up quickly. "I know you have questions. Those can be dealt with later, I promise."

Steve nodded and turned just as an agent raised his gun toward them both. Bucky's metal arm flew in front of him and blocked the majority of the bullets. He then stormed up to the agent, drawing his fist back in rage, and throwing a full-forced punch into the man's face with his metal arm.

"Ouch," Steve muttered as the agent crumpled to the ground.

Bucky didn't fail to notice that and gave an amused smirk.

Natasha had just finished taking down her group before walking over toward them. "James. What a surprise."

Her attention turned to Steve's disfigured arm. She winced. "God, Steve. What did you do this time?"

Bucky twitched. "This time?"

Steve swallowed and Natasha stood back with a smile, knowing quite well what was coming based on Steve's label of overprotective on Bucky.

Oh god.

"What have you been getting yourself into Rogers?!" Bucky exclaimed. "First, you nose-dive a damn plane into some ice and I lately heard, despite not being in my right mind, you having jumped out of a plane without a parachute. Without a damn parachute!"

Steve didn't answer, but shrunk back a little.

"I would punch you right now, Steve. But you're beaten enough as it is so I'll deal with that later. And now you get your arm broken by some stupid Hydra agent. God, what else did you do while I wasn't here?"

Natasha smirked. "I don't think you'd want to know. He's did a lot of stupid things."

Bucky looked like he was about to explode, which wasn't so rare. Of course, since Steve was smaller back in the 1930s and 40s, Bucky was terrifying when he got mad.

He still is, perhaps a bit more so.

Bucky sighed and held the bridge of his nose for a moment. "Alright. We'll deal with this later. We gotta get your arm fixed up first. And Steve, we have a lot of talking to do. And you ain't getting out of this one. Not a way in hell."

Steve heard Natasha snicker as they waited for a ride back to base.

He kept his arm cradled against his chest, wincing every so often at the pain radiated from it.

"You know, I think I gotta get a leash on you, Steve," Bucky said, glancing at him with more of an amused expression.

At Steve's blank stare, having barely even heard him, Bucky's expression softened. He walked over and placed his flesh hand on Steve's broken arm gently. "Hey."

Steve twitched in surprise and looked up.

Bucky sighed and gave him a little side smile. He placed his hand on Steve's shoulder instead and pulled him closer. "Guess neither of us are the same anymore, are we?"

Steve returned the smile and just shook his head.