"Captain America." Senator Pierce shook his head in disbelief at the footage he was witnessing, "Impossible! He's dead!"

Zooming in on the footage, he examined the image of the blonde man a little closer.

He was almost an exact double of the 'hero'.

It just might be possible…. Hydra's own research had proven that those with the serum could live through the worst of situations.

Maybe… maybe it was the Captain.

Locking his computer, he pushed himself away from his desk, heading straight for the elevator. Pressing a sequence of numbers, the elevator headed down, further down than anybody was aware of, until they opened up to reveal a room that looked like a Edwardian style library, fire roaring in the corner.

"Who dares disturb me!" A voice hissed from a nearby armchair, making Pierce shudder slightly.

"It's me… Sir."

"Ah, Pierce." The voice was calmer now, "Something has happened then?"

"… Yes. It's Captain America Sir. He appears to have… survived all these years."

"Captain America?!" The figure in the chair shot to his feet and spun around to face Pierce, "Alive? Impossible!"

"Apparently not." Pierce sighed, "We have camera footage of someone who looks remarkably similar to him. A little too similar."

There was a moment of silence, before the figure huffed, "I guess a curse isn't what it used to be…. I want him dead Pierce, before the Project can begin."

"Consider it done Sir."

…..…..

The train trundled along the track, as Natasha filled in the paperwork, giving James a worried look as the man hunched over in the corner.

He hated trains.

"Stop fiddling with that thing." James eventually snapped at Steve, "And sit up straight, you're meant to be a Captain, right?"

"I wasn't slouching." Steve sighed, clearly not wanting to get into an argument.

James didn't seem to notice that though, scowling at Steve, "I was only trying to help."

"… Were you in the army?"

"Yes?"

"What rank?"

"… Sergeant."

Steve turned to him and smirked, "Then as a Captain, I out-rank you. Leave me alone, I will sit how I want."

Natasha couldn't help but snicker at the look on James's face, "He has a point." She smirked, pulling out a separate piece of paper, noting another victory for Steve as James went back to sulking in the corner.

Later, when Natasha left to grab something to drink, James sighed wearily, turning to Steve, "I think… we got off on the wrong foot."

"Yes, we did, but I appreciate your apology."

"Apolo- who said anything about an apology?!"

But Steve had already turned back to the window, watching as the view passed them by. "Are you going to miss it?"

"Huh?"

"America." Steve whispered, "Aren't you going to miss it?"

James turned his attention to the window, before shaking his head. "No."

"But… wasn't it home for you?"

"It was somewhere I lived, end of story."

Steve winced, "There's no need to answer like that, I was just asking!"

"No, you were being nosy!" James snapped, just as Natasha came back, rolling her eyes at the scene that met her.

"I was gone for five minutes." She shook her head, "Couldn't you have behaved yourself for five minutes?"

"Me? I- "

Steve stormed out of the compartment, not saying a word to either of them as Natasha groaned.

"It's like… a boy pulling on a girl's pigtails because he likes her." She muttered, which of course, only made James curse, and storm out as well, leaving the door open.

Natasha sighed, moving to sit down and continue filling out the travelling papers.

"Last year the travelling papers were blue and now they're red!" She heard a passenger grumble as he walked by with his wife, as Natasha's head shot up.

And then she looked back down at the blue ink on the papers she was filling out.

"Papers! Papers please!"

Acting casually, she moved out of the compartment, quickly finding James. "This is what I hate about this government." She hissed, "Everything is in red." She then pointed at the blue documents as James swore, "We need to get to the baggage cart before the conductor gets here."

"We need to get the hell off this train!" James hissed back as they continued moving to the back, running into Steve along the way.

"Come on." James grabbed the other man's arm, pulling him along with him.

"What's going on?"

"Just come on."

They made it to the back, shutting the door behind them.

"Great." Nat sighed, "This is just great."

"Is there… something wrong?" Steve asked, frowning at where they were, "Is there something wrong with our papers?"

"No, no, no." Natasha shook her head, "It was just… James was feeling uncomfortable. He doesn't like people all that much."

Steve glanced over at James, who refused to look him in the eyes. However, before he could try and comfort the other man, the train suddenly lurched forwards, sending them crashing to the ground, the door ripping off it's hinges.

"What was that?!" James yelled.

"I don't know!" Natasha called back, "But we seem have left the rest of the train behind!"

As Steve and James struggled to get to their feet, Natasha rushed towards the engine compartment, peering through the window only to curse at the sight of the acceleration lever pushed up to the max.

"We need to get off of this train!" She yelled, forcing the door open, "Nobody is driving, and we are going way too fast! We're going to have to jump!"

"Did you say jump?!" Steve yelled, as James pried open the side door, only to see that they were going over a bridge and that the closest ground was far, far below them, "After you- " Steve stopped, noticing how James was on the other side of the compartment, eyes wide and terrified as he stared at the open door.

"We can't jump, so we'll have to separate this compartment from the engine room!" Natasha rushed back towards the engine, balancing on the mechanics that held the two compartments together, "Get me an axe or a hammer, something!"

Snapping out of it, James started rummaging through the boxes… and then he spotted the box of explosives.

"Come on! There's got to be something!" Natasha yelled, just as James handed her a lit stick of dynamite.

"… That'll work."

She stuck it in the mechanics, before her and the other two hid behind some boxes.

BOOM!

The engine carriage was speeding away as they then focused on getting the compartment to stop.

"The brakes are jammed!"

"Try harder!"

"WHEN I SAY JAMMED! I MEAN THE BRAKES ARE BROKEN!"

Natasha groaned, "It's fine, it's fine…" she forced a smile onto her face, "… we have plenty of track. We'll simply cruise to a stop."

The compartment then jerked sharply, as they all fell to the floor again.

When they next got up, they could see that the bridge in the distance was now completely destroyed.

"You were saying?" Steve couldn't take his eyes off the upcoming chaos.

James glanced around the compartment, before spotting some chains in the corner. "I have an idea! Steve, make yourself useful and come and help!"

Hanging out the back, James grabbed the offered chain, looping around the metal underneath the train, narrowly avoiding being taken out by rubble as he was helped back inside. He then shoved the rest of the chain out, watching as the hook latched onto a piece of the train track… and ripped it up.

Once again, the trio were sent tumbling to the ground, the compartment skidding to the side as it continued on towards certain doom, ripping up the track as it went.

"Alright, I think this is our stop!" Steve grabbed all of their bags, heading to the side door, which was now over slightly safer ground.

With a yell, they leapt out, landing on the slightly soft ground just as the engine compartment and their compartment came to the end of the track, falling to the ground far below with a loud BOOM.

"I hate trains." James muttered, "Remind me never to take a train again."

…

"What do you mean, it failed?!" The figure hissed, "You assured me it was a fool proof plan. That your agents would be able to do the job."

"It was unfortunate, yes, but- "

"- If remember the Hydra of old being so much more efficient."

Pierce straightened up. "We won't fail you again."