I will mention that there is cursing in this story. I feel like the title gives that away.

Anyhow, I am sorry that I took so long with this chapter. It took me longer than expected. I blame the fight scenes. I suck at fight scene. I don't know what it is, but man, it killed me.

But here you go!

I will remind everyone that this is Tony's POV. These are his thoughts and feelings, and they may not be bias.

Let me know what you think.

Chapter 8:

Mother F*cking Super Soldiers

It was mother fucking cold. There were no other words to describe it. It was mother fucking cold. If Tony hadn't said it before, he was saying it now. It should be illegal to be this cold. Someone needs to outlaw this crap. His heavy coat's hood was pulled as tight it could around his face, trying to block out the wind. It didn't help all too much as nothing could block out that ice chill. It hurt to breathe, but it was better than nothing. On the plus side, he could still feel his toes, though his metal boots only protected him so much from the cold. He should have—Stop it, he told himself. He was a grown ass, and he could handle cold. No one else was acting like a child.

Besides, when everything was falling into place, no complaining was permitted. Granted, Tony was feeling a bit unneeded right then. Acting in unison, the Wakandans had taken out the cameras, which would alert the guards when they noticed the cut feed; however, this allowed the group to breach the front door and take out any enemy soldiers within 20 feet of them in mere minutes. It was two parts impressive and two parts scary to watch them take out the Hydra agents. Their weapons, which were unmatched, made light work of the Hydra Agents.

After cleaning the entry, they split off into three groups to cover more ground: two 5-man groups and one 4-man group. Mostly the teams formed on their own as certain individuals refused to be separated from other individuals. With an impressive stubbornness, Ayo refused to be parted from a peeved off Natasha, though the same could be said of Natasha. They both wanted to watch the other woman like a Hawk. He could still hear their judgmental words as they echoed loudly in his head. "Oh, hell no! Romanoff is not leaving my side," Ayo objected, loudly. Maybe, she was hanging with him too much as she was sounding a bit American. "I do not trust her."

Natasha shot Ayo a deadly glare. "Who are you to judge me?"

"You are former Russian KGB, a part of the Black Widow Ops program. Who says this is not a performance for whoever you serve?"

"I can say the same about you. Stark's new bodyguard? Who says you aren't playing him? You would not be the first to cuddle their way into his life."

Ignoring Natasha's comment, Tony, surprised by where this conversion has changed, turned T'Challa, who lifted an eyebrow at all of this. "I think we can pay get people to pay for this fight," he told the Prince. "Who you bet on?"

T'Challa's eyebrow only rose higher. He didn't answer right away, making Tony think he might've annoyed the Prince, but a small smile danced across his face for a second. "My bet is on Ayo. She is Dora Milaje, an elite warrior."

"Romanoff is a little feisty herself." Tony chuckled. "It could end up in a draw," he disputed, his eyes on Ayo's infuriated face. He found it odd that Ayo would rather watch Natasha than fight by her Prince, but there was a level of hatred between those two women there that Tony couldn't understand. It was strange—You get?! Strange, right? God, why wasn't Strange here so he could make fun of that name to his smug face? How unfair? — for two people with little interactions to fight like that. Did Tony miss a fight of some kind? It couldn't be because of him, right?

After deciding that Ayo would not leave Natasha's side, they formed the first team with three other Wakandans—Don't ask Tony their names. He was lucky to remember Ayo's; he wasn't good with names, though he did play that up when he wanted to, like when speaking to any SHIELD agent. In the second group, Rhodey—without a fight- was in a group with a woman named Xoliswa, who kept side eyeing him like a piece of meat, and three nameless Wakandans. Tony wasn't sure why the woman was giving Rhodey looks, but at least, it wasn't him. These Wakandans woman were scary. What did they feed them in Wakanda?

Finally, Tony, T'Challa, Okoye and W'Kabi were the third team. Okoye down right refused to be parted from T'Challa, even though Tony was pretty sure the man could handle himself. Sure, he didn't understand the cat suit—Like really?-, but T'Challa, the other timeline, had handled his own against a Super soldier. He didn't need a babysitter, but no one was going to fight Okoye. No one. Not even her Husband. How was W'Kabi married to that woman? She was downright terrifying, especially when she was focusing her glare on Tony. Apparently, T'Challa wanted to stick close to Tony, wanting to know why his father trusted the American Genius. Then there was W'Kabi, who jumped on this mission at the last second. Tony wasn't sure what interested T'Challa's best friend, but it interested the man that it was Tony who had taken in Ulysses Klaue. The second that W'Kabi opened his mouth Tony knew he hated Klaue. For what? Who knew?

"Wakanda owes you a great debt, Mr. Stark." W'Kabi said, keeping close to Tony.

"They can get in line," Tony said, taking in the amazing heat from the base. Feeling like had walked miles in the cold, he was tempted to take off the coat, but that wasn't smart. This jacket hid his figure and his head.

W'Kabi shot Tony a look before adding, "You have done something not even Wakanda could do. You brought a umbulali to justice. I wish to know how you succeeded, when Wakanda had failed." T'Challa saw W'Kabi a warning look that spoke a million words. However, Tony let that go for right now, considering they were storming a Hydra Base, which wasn't go down without a fight even if they had limited supplies. It was probably a good thing that they were freezing from the ice walk as they dove headfirst into a fire fight. With no more small talk and taking out the additional guards that stormed the room, the three teams split up, taking off in different directions.

Team Rhodey (If anyone wanted to argue, they would have to fight Tony on the name) took off looking for that cursed red book, which held all the secrets for the Winter Soldier. Tony didn't know if the book was currently in the base as Zemo, the other timeline, had to track it down from god knew where. This, of course, was after the fall of Hydra, which sent the Nazis running for the hills with their 'assets.' There was no telling where the book was before the 'Fall', but Tony was banking on it being here. If it was not, T'Chaka, with his inspiring reach, was still pulling his resources. Tony, feeling antsy, needed that book to un-program Barnes, especially considering he didn't know how Barnes was brainwashed or what the trigger words were. The genius wouldn't know how to fix Barnes until he got that book, but he would need the trigger words and his B.A.R.T. (Which Tony had to create still).

Team Ayo and Team Awesome Sause (Because Tony was awesome in every way. Go away insecurities!) were looking for Barnes. They each hoped the man was still on ice, though carrying a frozen man out wouldn't be easy either. How exactly were they going to do that? Either way, it wasn't going to be easy, but it wouldn't do anyone any good if they had to fight the man they were here to save. Tony didn't want to explain that to Barnes later down the road

*O*O*

As T'Challa in all his Black Pantherness launched a soldier across the room with very little effort, Tony was violently knocked back from blow to his chest. He wasn't sure what he was hit with, but felt like someone had strung him repeatedly, and god, that burned. It was moments like this that he missed his Iron Man Suit, because all these Fuckers would be dead in seconds- was that too antihero? Too non-hero? Whatever it was, the genius didn't care, because he was over this. Never again was he fighting without his suit. This shit was some bullshit, and no, he was not overreacting. He was too old for this hand to hand crap, not that he would admit being old to anyone.

"That is totally unfair," Tony complained, watching T'Challa jump into the air and twist in the air. The bullets just bounced off him.

Okoye spun her spear, taking out several agents who had tried to surround her. "Jealous?" she asked.

"Just cheating is all. Why can't I get some magic juice?" he asked, playing hurt. His eye twitching, Tony swung his leg, pulsing his boot repulsor, and slammed the Hydra Agent back before he could hit him again. He swung, nailing the man in the head and knocking him out. Not giving himself a second to rest, he turned to the closest Hydra agent and fired. He repeated this a few times before making a beelined to a large, bulky computer on the far end of the room. From the corner of his eyes, he could see W'Kabi take out multiple agents at once, making Tony feel a little out of sorts. It also did nothing for his ego, though he kept telling himself that he was still awesome. He could've done the same thing. If he had Iron Man Suit, he would be kicking everyone's ass.

"Oh, you know what Daddy wants." Without missing a beat, Tony's ran his fingers over the keys like a gentle lover, smiling as it opened up to him; Not before long, he was off to the races. His metal gauntlets made it difficult to type, hitting the wrong key at time, but he kept them on, in case someone broken though the door and charged him. He refused to be completely helpless. There was no chance of the Hydra Agents getting passed T'Challa, Okoye and W'Kabi, but Tony wasn't going to take any chances, especially when a super soldier could possibly be running around.

Shit, he cursed as nightmarish images poured into his head. Tony would never be over the murder of his parents, especially when Hydra still existed, but he thought he would be over this crap. Over the images of Barnes killing his parents. However, it all came back to him like swarm of killer bees. Barnes flashed before his eyes, his hand reaching for arc reactor. "JARVIS, you know what to do," he said, his voice hoarse, as he connected the A.I. to the security system. I don't have time for this.

"Aye, Aye, Sir."

Tony was in a tricky spot. Worrying about the past would not get him anywhere as it had not happened yet; however, that past could possibility replay as his future. He would have to suffer through it all again. Peter, who was always in his thoughts, popped forward in his mind, smiling like he had just something amazing. "How is everyone else doing?" He asked, his eyes scanning over the files that JARVIS flashed over the screen and downloaded at the same time. "And cut that silent alarm." There was a silent alarm going off, which meant Hydra was aware their secret base was being raided by some unknown ninjas—that was what Tony was calling the Wakandans. It wouldn't be long before reinforcement was on them ready to drown them in their own blood, even in a remote place like this.

"Done, Sir." JARVIS answered. "Everyone is accounted for and there are no injuries, but they have not found Sergeant Barnes. He was not in his cryotube. Hydra must have been in the process of moving him. I am scanning for him now."

Tony, memories forcing their way up, had an idea of where Barnes could possibility be, but it hit him like a ton of bricks. It was where he first seen that video. It was where he freaked and turned murderous. He never wanted to step foot in that room again, never wanted to see Roger's panicked eyes again, knowing that he had be caught in a lie. He didn't want to relive his and Rogers broken friendship. He didn't want to see- Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. Tony's eyes widened as he recalled why Barnes, Rogers and he went to this Siberian Hydra facility. They came here because Hydra had additional Winter Soldiers, which could take down whole countries if unleashed.

How the hell did he forget about the five other super soldiers? About why his parents were killed for? In his previous life, the 5 soldiers were slayed by Zemo before Tony walked into the dreaded room. Them being dead, he didn't have to deal with those Winter Soldiers. Plus, he was focus on the video that Zemo had tortured him with, and because of that, he had shoved those 5 Hydra agents out of his head and hadn't thought much of them since. He had no idea why Hydra had not used the five agents in the previous timeline, especially for that world domination on their minds, but that did not mean they wouldn't use them now. "Did they awake any of the five other super soldiers?"

JARVIS didn't answer right away, still scanning through the security feeds. "As of right now, I am not able to detect that."

"Fuck, why?" he uttered, his fingers moving as fast as they could. "Did you locate Barnes?"

"I have located Sergeant Barnes. He is located a level down in the main labs. They were preparing him for transport and have him in a transport pod." JARVIS answered.

"Good, l-"

Interrupting the genius, Okoye yelled, "Down!" and launched herself at Tony. Being body slammed, he didn't have much time to react as the woman tackled him to the ground like he was nothing. There was a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, but it died in his throat at seeing the now destroyed computer. There was a large hole in the center of the monitor and half of the keys were melted and smoking.

Okoye kept a firm hand on Tony's back as she met T'Challa's stare for a few seconds. As if they were communicating, T'Challa nodded and changed direction. W'Kabi gave Tony a side look before following his Prince/Best Friend to the next room. In consistent communication with JARVIS, they knew where to head to find Barnes. "You okay, Stark?" Okoye asked as she pushed herself to her feet. "You didn't break anything, did you? You did not happen to bit your tongue off?" There was a hint of a chuckle in her voice.

It felt like it. If Tony complained about his back, would that make him an old man? God, he hoped not. "Oh, I didn't know you liked me that much. I feel so loved. I won't tell your husband you're leaving him for me," he replied, pushing up. His could hear his bones crack.

Okoye's eyebrow rose. "I see you are in one piece, including that mouth," she replied, before turning to follow T'Challa.

Being who he was, there was a comment waiting to come out, but once more, he held it in. "Thanks for that," he said enjoying the fact that he was not roasting alive. He didn't wait for a response and headed straight to Barnes. That man still sent chills down his spine.

*O*O*

Finding less and less resistance, the team moved deeper into the base without great spead with only a few cuts here and there, but they were in one piece. They were tired—well, Tony was tired. He wasn't so sure about the others. Were they human? Sweat pour down Tony's face and lined the inside of his winter jacket, which he kept on. The others looked like they could still run a 10-mile marathon and still have steam in them. T'Challa made it look effortless when he kicked open a metal door and disappeared into the darkness beyond it. Following the Prince, Okoye swirled her spear and effortlessly blasted a hydra agent who had suddenly popped up. W'Kabi lingered a bit, scanning the room one last time before darting into the room.

Tony paused in the center of the room, noticing another door on the right. There was an itch under his skin that he couldn't scratch, and it bugged the crap out of him. Being who he was—A time traveler who had taken a beat more than once and had seen the Avengers lose-, he had a habit of waiting for the other shoe to drop, which could be happening, but that wasn't it. It could've been the five super soldiers that may or may not be sleeping, but no. If Hydra didn't wake them in the previous timeline (when Hydra fell), why would they wake them now? He told himself it was this base, which played memories in his head like old movies. Even if it wasn't, it was Peter, who he kept seeing die over and over in his arms. This was what he was blaming his uneasiness on.

Okay, maybe it was the six super soldiers that were in the base, even if they never opened their eyes. Besides Barnes, Tony knew next to nothing about these Winter Soldiers. Who were they? Why did Hydra leave them on ice? Did they have the same Serum that was running through Rogers? Were they stronger than Rogers? Did it have any side effect? Any downside? Maybe, they would uncover something in this raid, which may be helpful when dealing with Barnes. Maybe, T'Chaka would come up with something as well. After this, Tony would need to gather more detail on these super soldiers.

Tony stepped to the other door, knowingly distancing himself from the others. He wasn't sure why he felt pulled into this room, but his interests were peaked, and the scientist in him could not walk away. Anything they find could be useful. There wasn't going to be any useless info in this base, and even if their time was limited, it would be wise to go through everything that they came across. There were no telling what secrets were hidden behind these walls. Downside, not all of Hydra's files were digital. Sure, this may have been due to the files' age or the fact that paper files were more secure. You couldn't hack a file cabinet.

Allowing his curiosity take over, he crossed to the filing cabinets and pulled one open, breaking the weak lock. He ignored JARVIS, who was speaking in his ear, and scanned the files as quickly as possible. For the first few files he scanned, there wasn't anything that noteworthy—well, nothing world ending-, but they could prove to be helpful with Barnes as it did list targets. "Crap?" he uttered, as he went through them. How was it possible to have these many targets? Shit. Tony couldn't even imagine the hell in the man's head. There was some recollection in Barnes's eyes that Stark saw when that dreaded video played. Tony didn't know what exactly the man remembered, subjected to countless memory wipes, but he was riddled with guilt and pain over the things he could remember.

Overcome with his own anger and pain, it had been lost to Tony at the time. With distance and a clear mind (well somewhat cleared mind), he could see it as he replayed James' expression. "Fuck," he cursed, hating himself. Tony took a deep breath and continued to look through the files as he could deal that later with a bottle of wine. He returned to skimming through them, hoping these files would be useful once they had James tucked away. File after file, Tony couldn't help but groan. Maybe, he was over his head, thinking he could help someone as tortured as James. Maybe, there was no saving someone from this? "Stop it," he yelled at himself. He didn't have time for this pity party.

Shifting through the files-

His heart echoed loudly and painfully in his chest as he picked up a certain file. He didn't speak Russian in the least, but he knew that date; it was fried in his brain like a branding. The words: 16 декабря 1991 plagued him, and his hand shook. JARVIS, once more, was calling him, but the world dropped away as Tony pulled out the file and opened it. His heart almost gave out, seeing his father's picture clipped in the corner. It was a stock photo of his father, but Howard's eyes still pierced through him. There was a cold chill in his chest as he stared at the foreign words. There was small video cassette Tape, which sent Tony into a small panic attack. His heart pounded in his chest, overwhelming all his senses. There was this horrible sensation deep in the pit of his stomach that threated to come up. His head was spinning, feeling in a daze.

A car's tires screeched as the car was forced off the road. No amount of breaking could stop the car from crashing into a concrete wall. The sound of the front end buckling in on itself could be heard for miles. A woman's scream echoed from the car as her husband was pulled from the driver seat.

"No," Tony uttered, shaking his head. He had been good up to now, escaping the memories that were born from this place. It couldn't crash down on him now. "I'm fine. It's fine," he said, his voice shaking.

"Sergeant Barnes?"

"Howard?" There was a pause before the voice became louder. Panic was breaking through. "Howard!"

With a deep breath, he pushed back the memory, picked up the cassette and held it up as if he could watch it like that. "It's nothing," he told himself. "It's fine." It was nothing. It was Hydra who killed his parents. It was Hydra who needed to be burned from the earth.

A brain washed James Barnes pointed his gun at the security camera. No expression adorned his face as he fired.

"Shit," he uttered. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but this wasn't it. What was he going to do with this stupid thing? It wasn't like he needed it, as it was burned forever in his brain like everything else that had ever happened to him. But could he throw it away? Destroy it? Should he keep it? Wait, what? Did he just ask if he should keep it? Keep the video of his parents' murder? Did he really just think that? Yet, he didn't throw it away. Instead, he tucked it away in his pants' pocket, ignoring the pounding in his head. After zipping the pocket, he rested his hand there for a few seconds just feeling the lump. Taking a deep breath, he folded the pages from the file and slipped them in another packet. He couldn't tell you why. Tony, feeling like someone had hit him across the face, couldn't walk away from that file. He had to take. With one more deep breath, he turned away from the cabinets and toward the door.

"Sir," JARVIS called, deafeningly. "Sir!"

Tony let out a heavy sigh, trying to calm himself. "Yea, J." he said, finally answering the AI.

"The others are inquiring to your whereabouts. They have located Barnes."

He just blinked, pondering how much time had passed while he was having his 'moment.' "On my way," he replied, staring at the map JARVIS had placed on his HUD. However, he didn't even get a chance to move before a man roughly 6 six foot stepped into the doorway. In a dishevel look, he narrowed his eyes on Tony, a cruel smile appearing on his face. "Oh, hey, Buddy." Tony said, trying to place where he knew this man from. He looked familiar, but yet, he was coming up empty. His lip curled up as he turned to the metal door and ripped—yes, ripped—the metal door off the frame. "Shit," Tony cursed, his eyes going large. Like it was nothing, he held it over his head, a clear sign of who this man was. The Ironless Man didn't get much time to take in the super soldier, as he launched the heavy door at Tony with an impressive strength. "Shit," he swore, jumping out of the way. "Did anyone ever tell you that isn't how you make friends?"

"W-What y-year is this?" The man demanded, his voice sounding like nails on the chalkboard. "It feels like I've a-asleep for a while. But I am a-awake now." The confusion gone, he grinned like the devil as he approached the genius.

"Who needs to wake up? Sleeping is awesome." Getting to his feet, Tony twisted away as he raised his hand and fired. The low level pulsers, which couldn't compete with the Iron man suit, only pissed the man off. Glaring, the man slugged it off. "Fuck me," Tony groaned, taking several steps back. He tried to put as much distance as he could between the towering super soldier and himself, but he was trapped in a corner.

"W-What year it is?" The man roared, charging at Tony. There was not a single weapon on the Hydra agent, but meant nothing when everything around him could be turned into a weapon with his strength.

"JARVIS, analyze his movements, looking for any pattern," Tony ordered, powering up his boots. He wouldn't be able to fly, but he should be able to hover out of the way of any punches. "Crap. Crap. Crap," he cursed, pushing back the memories that came rushing forward. Not fucken again. He couldn't help but flash back to his fight with Barnes and Rogers. This time he was without the amazing suit, even if it was minutes away. "Put the suit on Standby."

"Done, sir. I have put the War Machine on standby as well. I have alerted the others to appearance of a Super soldier."

"What year is it?!" The Super soldier roared, his anger rolling off him in waves. Metal denting under his hands, he picked up one of the filing cabinets, papers flying everywhere, and lifted it over his head like it was nothing. "Why did they wake me up?! Why didn't they let me sleep? Who are you?!" With all that he had, he hurled it at Tony, who could not dodge the large metal cabinet in time.

Tony attempted to block it with a forcefield shield, but with the amount of force behind the throw, he was knocked back like a rag doll. He violently slammed against the ceiling—pain exploding in his back—before falling hard on his face. His head flew back, his neck screaming, as he hit the floor violently brutally, cracking the HUD slightly. Knowing the rule of gravity, he only had two second to roll out of the way before the cabinet came crushing down beside him. "I quit. I quit it all." He muttered, as he tried to push himself up. Everything hurt. "I hate you all."

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Really, JARVIS? Do I sound okay?" Tony knew he shouldn't be taking it on JARVIS. He was really stupid, wasn't he? How could he have forgotten about these Winter Soldiers? Why in the hell would he think Hydra would not use them? They were super soldiers for crying out loud. Shit. "I'm too old for this shit," he replied, knowing he was going to be black and blue all over. Pepper, who was already angry at him, was going to kill him.

"I have alerted T'Challa and the others. They are on the away. Ayo and Romanoff have just engaged with a super soldier. It appears that Hydra has awaken two of the super soldiers in the attempt to protect the base. Barnes, however, is still frozen."

This plan was going to hell in a handbasket, wasn't it? (Side note, what kind of saying was that?) However, they weren't doomed yet. They just needed to get their brainwashed super soldier out. Getting their ass kicked wasn't going to stop them. "Shit," he uttered, dodging another large object being flung at him. "Connect me to the rest of the group, J."

It took a few seconds, but JARVIS replied, "Connected."

"Everyone get back to the jets. We've Barnes," Tony ordered, keeping his eyes on Super soldier, who picked another thing to hurl at Tony. How was he not running out of things to throw? "Retreat now." God, it felt like he was hit by a train

"We got our hands full, Stark," Natasha replied, breathing heavily. It sounded like she had been punched in the gut.

"It appears that Hydra has more than one Winter Soldier," Ayo replied, who sounded just as out of breath. This didn't stop her from sounding irritated.

"Tony, where are you? I'm coming?" Rhodey asked, worry lacing in his voice. He could hear the concern in his best friend's voice. "JARVIS says you aren't with the others and you're fighting one of these things alone."

"Stark, where are you?!" Okoye demanded, when Tony didn't answer.

Tony didn't get a chance to respond as he pulled to his feet and slammed against the wall. His head bounced against the wall, and black spots danced across his vision. Just for a second, a scared Peter flashed before his eyes, but it was enough to kick him into action. Ignoring the spinning room, he rose his arm and fire, aiming at the man's head.

The man faltered for only a second before he was on Tony once more. Harshly knocking Tony's hand to the side, he slammed Tony against the wall again. "Why did you wake me for you?!" he hissed, drowning everyone else out. He reminded Tony as a bully, his nose flaring.

"Okoye, W'Kabi, gets Barnes to the jet. Colonel Rhodes, Xoliswa coalesce with Okoye and W'Kabi in case they require Assistance. I am going after Stark." T'Challa ordered. He paused for a second, before adding, "Ayo, Romanoff, once you see an opening. Take it. Everyone else retreat."

"Yes, my Prince," came Ayo replied.

It took a few second for Romanoff to respond. "Ayo and I have a plan. We just need-"

"T'Challa," Okoye replied, her voice stern. She cut them off, before going off on T'Challa. The Prince replied to something to Okoye in a language that Tony couldn't understand. JARVIS wasn't translating, though that could be the lack of air going to his head. The Super soldier had his forearm firmly pressed against his neck, putting pressure on his trachea. It was at this point that everything started to black out for Tony. Everything disappeared as he tried to push this man off him. His arms were knocked aside as if Tony was hitting him with feathers. There was no stopping the panic that was rose inside of him, when the Super Soldier grabbed his armed and squeezed. With a sickening crunch, the left metal gauntlet bent under the pressure and dug into him, piecing his skin. He could faintly feel the blood, running down his arm and pooling in the fingertips. It felt oddly warm under his failure. God, he failed. Because of him, Thanos was going to win. Peter was going to die again.

Peter. Innocent Peter. That boy didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to die, because Tony failed. He deserved to grow up. To find some girl—or boy if Peter preferred. He deserved to go to college and set the world on fire with that brilliant mind of his. He deserved to find happiness in his life, and if that involved being Spider-Man, so be it. That kid deserved everything, and Tony failed to—

The craze Winter Soldier was tackled off Tony and thrown into the opposite wall. Tony, struggling for air, dropped to the ground like a log, which snapped his mind back to focus and back to reality. His non-crushed hand went to his throat, remembering the psycho Hydra agent who had tried to kill Tony with his hands alone. His breathing heavy, he tried to inflate his screaming lungs, who protested. His throat burned with each breath he took, almost as if he had relearned how to breathe. It was two parts annoying and two parts excruciating.

Still heaving like a smoker, Tony picked his head up to see the nameless Winter Soldier fighting with the Black Panther. T'Challa side stepped each punch and used his entire body against the man. The Super soldier landed hard on the dented metal cabinets behind him. With a feral growl, he got back on his feet and threw himself at T'Challa, who caught the man in his midriff and flipped him over him headfirst into the ground. While T'Challa was more evenly matched than Tony in strength with the super soldier, the Hydra agent's strength could not be curbed. However, the Black Panther was graceful and nimble, and he would dodge anything coming at him.

There was a loud thumped to the left of Tony, and the genius knew—even before looking—exactly what had landed next to him. It was the Iron Man suit, which both annoyed and calmed the genius at the same time. "JARVIS," he choked, his hand going to his ear. "W-why did you call the suit? They mustn't see the s-suit," he murmured, still hurting to speak, as he pushed himself to his feet. He almost fell forward as his injured arm would not support his weight. He couldn't catch himself in time, landing on his busted gauntlet. Pain shot through him. God, this entire body was ached.

"The suit was on standby and I made a judgement call," JARVIS answered. "My primary function is to keep you safe, and I will adhere to that no matter the cost. FRIDAY can attest to that as well."

Keeping an eye on T'Challa and the Winter Soldier, he limped his way to the suit. With no care about the new tech he created, he ripped them off and threw them to the ground. The left gauntlet gave him issue, and he probably did more damage to his arm and his hand by tearing it off, but he didn't care. Tony felt instant warmth as he stepped into the suit and it closed around him like a mother's embrace. His helmet HUD lit up, overwhelming him with data. "Daddy's back and we will have a talk later," he exclaimed, sounding too cheery for what the situation called for. His left arm stung, bleeding into the Iron Man suit.

"I am glad you are in good spirits." JARVIS replied, drily.

Tony rolled his eyes at JARVIS, but he would be talking to both the A.I.s about this 'primary' functions. He was too protective, though that was probably a good thing. Tony would kill himself if he didn't have JARVIS and FRIDAY watching his back like two overprotect parents. "We have a Super Soldier problem. Charge up the Unibeam and fire on my mark." Tony, partly blinded by his pain, knew this would alert the base to Iron Man's presence, but he wanted to beat the crap out of this Super Soldier. "Move out of the way, Kitty Cat." T'Challa, his face hidden by his mask, looked at Tony.

Once charged, Tony fired the Unibeam, which knocked T'Challa back with the force alone. It hit the Winter Soldier straight on, blasting him through several walls behind him. It was deafening as the walls crumbing down, sealing back up. "You okay, Prince Charming?" Tony asked with a deep breath. His heart pounding in his ears. There was a memory trying to push its way forward.

"I should be asking you that, Mr. Stark." T'Challa replied, getting to his feet. His eyes dropped to the blood droplets on the ground.

Tony, though he could not see the Prince's face, could see the question that was stuck on the man's tongue. However, that would have to wait, until they were out of this death trap. "JARVIS, are Ayo and Romanoff out? Or are they still fighting their super soldier?"

"They are still engaged in battle with the Winter Soldier," JARVIS answered.

"Get back to jet, Sylvester." Without waiting for response or another word, Tony took off toward them.

*O*O*

When Tony found Ayo and Natasha, they were attempting to subdue the second Winter Soldier. The three other Wakandans were struggling to even get on their feet after taking a few hits from the soldier. Blood ran down their faces like, having received a heavy blow to their heads. Ayo and Romanoff, on the other hand, were still on their feet, and as if they were dancing with the man, they moved as one around the man. There was a heavy frustration on the Man's face as he was having a tough time landing a hit on the two women, who made an impressive team. It was amazing to see these women work together, especially when they were really to thrown down mere hours ago.

Watching Ayo and Natasha, he hovered in the doorway, waiting for an opening to fire. Tony, his mind flashing back the last time he was in his hell hole, had no interesting in saying please or thank you. He wasn't interested in the banter that he was famous for. He had no interest in keeping on his smile. It could be from the beating he had taken moments ago. He did take a few blows to the head, or it could be his nerves, but his hand shook. The Iron suit Man hid it and gave Tony a cover, while his memories—his nightmares worked their way up.

Barnes and Rogers were passing the famous shield back between them, knocking Tony around like he was nothing.

"JARVIS, once Ayo and Romanoff are out of the way, fire. Put as much as you can in the Unibeam." Tony ordered, his jar locking in place. "I don't care if you blast an hole through the man."

After Tony shoved Rogers away, Barnes charged him and slammed the Iron Man suit several feet into the wall.

"Yes, Sir. Charging now."

The percentage was on the screen, steadily climbing. "Good," he said, watching as the soldier caught Natasha in the stomach with a hard punch. He didn't hit her full on, but it still went her crashing into a wall. Ayo rolled back and swung her spear at the Super Soldier's legs. He caught it with his hands and attempted to snap it, but the Vibranium did not bend under the man's superior strength. There was a surprised look on his face, and before he could react, Ayo fired a Sonic blast. If it was anyone else, the blast would have kept the man down for the count, but after shaking it off, the Winter Soldier was back on his feet. Anger was pumping through his body.

Barnes was down after Tony had blasted his arm off with the Unibeam, and in a protective fit, Rogers had Tony pinned to the wall and used the shield as a bat against his head.

"The Unibeam is charged," JARVIS replied.

Rogers picked up the Iron Man Suit and held him up over his head. With a broke boot, Tony could only do so much as Rogers hurled him to the ground, pain rocketing through his back. It felt like someone had taken a hammer to his-

"Sir!"

"Shit," Tony cursed, snapping back to reality. The spear had been pulled from Ayo hands. The Winter Soldier wasn't as graceful with the spear as Ayo was, but he turned it on her. Ayo could do nothing, which Tony couldn't allow. Ayo was now his and he didn't take kindly to assholes hurting his people. "Hey, Fucker. Didn't your mother tell you how to teach a lady," He yelled, pulling the Assassin's attention. Once the cruel eyes were on him, Tony fired, hitting the man squarely in his chest. The force slid the Iron Man suit back a foot, while blasting the Super Soldier through several walls. Like before, the wall crumbled seconds after the Winter Soldier went flying through them. Not making a move to chase after the man, he turned to Ayo, Natasha, and rest of the group. "Let's getting going before they wake up the others."

With a glare, Ayo, her arms struggling under her weight, pushed herself up. "More, Stark?" she asked, breathing heavily. She gave the Iron Man suit a once over, before looking toward her follow Wakandan.

"Five, not counting the one we stole," Tony answered, crossing to Natasha who had not gotten to her feet yet.

The former Russian spy, who had taken a few hard hits, would be sporting a black eye tomorrow if not in a few hours. "Six, Stark? How did you miss that?" She asked, eyeing Tony. She wasn't frostily, but she wasn't warm.

It pissed Tony off as much as Natasha. He still couldn't believe that he had forgotten about the five Winter Soldiers; plus, he spoiled the entire plan as he revealed the Iron Man Suit. They would be aiming for him now. He would be kicking himself in the ass for months to come. "We can discuss it later on the jet. Let's get out. We got what we came here for—minus that fucken book, but that's a thought for another time." He said, offering his hand to Natasha.

Natasha may have been glaring at him—the pain talking-, but there was something else behind those eyes of hers. "Good, because someone is buying me dinner." She replied, taking the Iron Man's armored hand and allowing him to pull her up.

"Someone is buying me dinner as well. That Super Soldier stole my spear." Ayo growled, helping up the nearest Dora Milaje.

"If we get out of here, I will buy everyone dinner. Sharma?" Tony offered as he waved to the door with his right hand. His left was still throbbing.

*O*O*

JARVIS, showing how overprotective he was, had the jet waiting for the group right outside the doors. No one wasted any time getting on the Jet, each wanting to get out of there before two angry Super Soldiers came charging at them. The Wakanda Jet had followed suit and was stationed a little far back. Rhodey, standing a few feet from the Frozen Barnes, was staring wide eyed at Tony as the jet hatch closed. There was no missing the Iron Man suit, even in an odd color. He knew that Tony, who hadn't wanted to take the Iron Man suit at all, agreed to use the suit as a last resort. "What the hell happen?" he asked, his concern written all over his face.

The A.I. didn't wait for anyone to be seated or get comfortable. It was a hard take off, JARVIS wanting to put them in the air as quickly as possible. The quinnjet ascended in no time, not allowing anyone a steady foot. With the beating he had just taken, Tony was not protesting, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible. "They have super soldiers," Tony replied, stepping out of the Iron Man suit. He wobbled a bet and was forced to use the suit for support. He had no idea of what he looked, but he knew it wasn't pretty judging by the looks he was getting. And his hand was still bleeding.

"I can see that!" Rhodey demanded, tottering on his feet. JARVIS was pushing the quinnjet to its limits. "And you look like shit, P.S. Let me look at you."

If Tony had to base what he looked on pain, his face was shot to hell. He so was going to have a black eye. Sigh. There were no mirrors on the jet, but there was a darkened monitor and he could see his reflection. He was pretty close. It may darken all his features, but he looked like shit. "Well, we got the one we wanted," he said, his eyes dropping to the transportable capsule that Barnes was frozen in.

Ayo limped her way to the front to her favorite spot on the jet. She spared a glance at Barnes as she took her seat. She did not say anything, but she was clearly not happy about losing her spear. She wanted to go back for it, but no one wanted another fight with a super soldier. There was no doubt they would be hearing about this for a while.

Natasha, like Tony, was sporting a bruise eyes and a bloody lip, but that didn't distract from the heavy look on her face. She didn't step to the capsule to see who it held, even if she was curious earlier. She was too quiet, too lost in her own head. She looked like a kicked puppy hiding in the corner from her angry master. "How many super soldiers are there? I thought there was just one," she uttered gesturing to Barnes. She was hunched over, staring at her battered hands.

"Six in total, and it was an oversight on my part." Tony's heart strings pulled at the sight of Natasha. He may not trust her, but at one point in time, they were friends. He used to talk to her, chats about whatever was on his mind. She may not have always agreed with him—like never really agreed with him, but she listened and played sounding board if he ever needed one. He may not like her now, but he hated to see her like this. "I was unaware, but now we know." Both Ayo and Rhodey—two people who knew the truth—gave Tony a pointed look. Tony ignored their pointed looks and turned his attention back to Natasha. "You okay?" he asked, trying to steady himself.

"A Nazi terrorist group from the 1940 is back, and guess what? We were drinking the Kool-Aid," she answered. There was a heavy, miserable look in her eyes as she turned to Tony. "When I first joined SHIELD, I thought it was going straight. But I guess I just traded in the KGB for HYDRA. I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can't tell the difference anymore. Maybe, you were right not to trust me."

Tony had never been a big fan of SHIELD for his own personal reasons, so none of this surprised him completely. Spies would never be straight with you, only keeping things from you. "You might be in the wrong business." He said with a shrug—though regarding it a second later. Pain shoot through him. Shit, everywhere throbbed. "We may need to have you start putting in application in other places." Where was the first aid kit?

Natasha glanced up to Barnes. "You seem pretty chipper for someone who look like shit."

"Tony," Jim called again, taking a step to his friend. "Let me look at you, Buddy. Pepper will kill me if you look like that."

Shaking his head, Tony limped his way to Barnes. The man may be frozen—effectively dead to world-, but Tony's heart was pounding in his ears. There was probably an ugly expression on his face as painful memories made their way forward. Barnes' face was mostly hidden by the frost that lined the viewing window, but Tony could see Barnes' closed eyes. They may be closed, but his heart was off to the races as if he was staring him in the eyes. This is not my parents' killer. He thought, repeating in in his head. This was not the man who had killed his mother. He was just the tool, a man used in the worst ways. It was Hydra, and he was going to take them down.

"Tony?" Rhodey asked, unsure of the hard expression on his face.

Shaking his head, Tony softly smiled at his best friend. He didn't realize how effected he would be by seeing Barnes. "I'm fine."

Natasha glanced up; her eyes glued to his face. "The same."

"Let's just get this guy to the base," Tony uttered, not wanting to think or talk about his feelings anymore. He wasn't that type of guy to spill his soul.

Ayo glanced back, scrutinizing Tony's bruised form. "And get you looked at, Stark."

Trying to mask his pain, Tony grinned at her. "If you wanted me, you should have asked. You may have to fight Okoye for me. She has that look in her eyes when she looks at me."

"Keep telling yourself, Stark," Ayo replied.

Natasha ignored the two of them and asked, "Who is the guy?" She sounded more like herself. She was trying to distract herself from the realization that Hydra was back.

Natasha was going to find out soon enough, and Tony knew there would be no keeping this from her. However, this could end in one of two ways. One, Natasha could see Barnes and run to Rogers telling him everything, or two, she could see Barnes and keep his secret surprising Tony. "James Barnes."

Her eyes drilling into him, Natasha looked puzzled before disbelief took over. Even if in pain, she stood and stepped to the capsule. Confused, she glanced up to Tony, studying his face, before turning back to Barnes. She stared through the small viewing window, her eyes widening in recognition. "Holy shit," she said, her eyes darting back up to Tony. She was piercing though him, knowing exactly who she was looking.

"I second that," Rhodey said, rising a hand and a finger. "This is a shit show." Ayo didn't respond, focusing on the flight.

"You aren't going to tell Steve, are you?" She asked, her eyes large. Her tone changed slightly, frosty though not completely hostile. "You're going to keep James Fucken Barnes from Captain America, his best friend? Why?"

Oh, joy, this was going to be fun, as Tony cursed every god in existence. "Yes."

Author Note:

There was a prior review on this story about how this felt like CW Tony and not IW Tony, regarding his anger toward Bucky. You may have a point, but this Tony is at his breaking point. He just watched Peter die. He just watched Thanos win, and now, he have to relive it all again. I don't think you can get over your parent's death so easily. In this story, Tony no longer blames Barnes and doesn't hold it against him, which is why he wants to save/help him. It is just hard to look pass the pain. This will be a hard path for Tony to take.

And now Tony has the video of his parent's death- what the hell is he going to do with that? Just a sucker for punishment?

Plus, Hydra (the Winter Soldier) has Ayo's Spear. Shit. What are they going to do with that?

Side note, I have no idea of who is stronger in the MCU. I am aware that the 5 Winter Soldier is stronger than Bucky- i think other super solder is strong than Bucky. CW had shown that with T'Challa and Peter. Each of them stopped Bucky's metal arm with ease. However, i am not sure who is stronger Steve, T'Challa or the 5 winter soldier. The internet doesn't really confirm it. In the Comics, T'Challa is stronger than Steve, but in the MCU, Steve seems stronger. So who knows. I am just going to play off the fact that those 5 Winter soldiers are pretty darn strong.