Author's Note: I know it has been forever. I've been busy with College and writing my first novel. But now I wanted to get back into this.

Steve

It had been weeks after the events with Sean, Yelena, and Niko. The effects could still be felt though. Washington D.C. was still in the middle of its relief of the Capital, along with numerous national monuments. The Avengers were credited for saving the city, like they had been for New York all the years prior, but between the Avengers and Ross. It was all their fault, although many of Ross's colleagues didn't see it that way. New York was also healing. Something was always happening in New York though.

Steve and Tony did all they could with helping with the rebuilding of the cities. Stark Tower was gone, and Tony didn't seem interested in building another. Steve never liked the ugly building in the first place, but he never wanted it to go down in smoke. Steve was now well situated at doing his tasks. Although he still hated the paperwork. But it was early morning in August and the sun hadn't even come up yet as he lied there in bed. Steve would have been asleep usually, but he had been losing his ability to sleep. He'd been giving his life a lot of thought since he saw Sean Richardson get hit by a train.

So much had changed in only a few years, and the parts he loved the most were because of the woman lying next to him. Steve glanced at Natasha's back, her red hair increasing its length and he saw the subtle movements of her breathing. He sighed softly, he turned his eyes back to the ceiling. The dark grey abyss stared back at him. For a moment, he thought he could see the outline of Sean Richardson, his face stared back at him from the dimly lit ceiling. Steve thought back to when he saw him shooting at the crowds on the street, how he rushed in to stop him, and how he mistaken Sean for someone like him. But Sean had been through a strained experiment and he was far stronger than Steve was and won rather easily. The end result was a car hitting him. Plus, a coma and being in a wheel-chair for a while, while the remaining parts of his spine healed.

His thoughts suddenly jumped back to Natasha. He looked over at her again, she hadn't moved since he looked away. He put his eyes back on the ceiling and then he felt the soft sensation of her hand on his arm. Natasha turned and looked at him. Her emerald eyes not showing any signs of her being groggy from sleep. "If you keep thinking so loudly, I may have to drug you."

Steve smirked. "Like that one mission?"

Natasha smiled mischievously. "Yes, I remember that mission fondly."

"Yeah, Fury wasn't sure how much to give me due to my metabolism. And you guys gave me too much. I had slurred speech and a dry tongue for three hours."

"Don't forget the headache." Natasha added.

"I left that part out."

Natasha sighed and scooted closer to him. Steve moved his arm, pulling her in close. Their bodies touched and Steve felt her naked leg wrap around his own. He kissed her head and took a deep breath. All of it being her, her hair never lost its lavender smell. Natasha rested her hand on his chest, feeling Steve's heart against her palm; one of the things that comforted her the most. Steve stared at the ceiling. "Ross is still mad."

"Well, when you apparently let a mad man attack Washington D.C. That usually leaves an effect on people."

"Yeah, only we didn't let him. We had no real intel. One of these days Ross and me are going to get into a screaming match. I can tell every time we talk, he just wants to yell."

"Well if he's smart, he won't. You are much more physically superior to him."

Steve gave her a look. Natasha sighed. "Okay, I know you'd never get into a fight with an old man."

Steve chuckled. "You always find a way to get an insult in there."

"I had to learn, living with Tony Stark. Had to be on my toes."

"More or less when we got together?"

Natasha sighed with annoyance. "Do I even have to let you guess. Of course, it became more difficult when you and me became…a thing. Tony was always trying to see if we were you know…"

"Having sex."

"Yes, having sex. God, I love having you inside me" Natasha said softly as her head went back.

"Well the feeling is returned." Steve said with a smile. Natasha chuckled. "Rogers, I'm the only person you've ever had sex with."

"All the same, I love you, I love your eyes," he said, his hand rising to touch her cheek. "I love your nose" he ran his finger down it. "I love your lips, especially when you smile, I love how your eyebrows get furrowed whenever I say something naïve. I love talking to you, what don't I love about you?"

"You know, I ask myself that question all the time. I don't deserve someone as loving as you."

Steve looked at her and her words made his heart ache, he frowned. "But you do."

Natasha looked at him and nodded. "You're the only one who says that."

"It's the truth."

Natasha kissed him and put her forehead against his. She hummed softly. "And I love that about you, even if it does make professional relationships troublesome."

Steve shook his head. "Okay, you're getting it for that." He grabbed Natasha and pulled her on top of him. She yelped and laughed as he kissed her. He may have kissed nothing but teeth, but he kissed her all the same. Natasha kissed his shoulder and kissed his chest. She kept kissing him. She looked down at him and his hands wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. She loved that feeling, it made her feel safe. Steve moved his hand to her cheek and lightly rubbed her ear. Her red hair hung around her face and the ends tickled his neck and face. "I'm yours." He said.

She smiled as she leaned in to kiss him. "And I'm yours." It was cheesy and she knew it, but she loved being cheesy with Steve. They kissed and Steve moved his hands down to her waist and she maneuvered and found him and she settled herself on him. Her mouth opened, her breath escaping her as she took him inside her. Steve moaned as he felt her all around him, he closed his eyes as she began to move.

Bucky

He was, awake long before the sun had even started to think about rising. He couldn't sleep. Not anymore. The few hours he'd get, weren't good. So, he spent most of his nights up and about his room. He tried sitting at the desk, but whenever he looked at the bed, he kept expecting to see Hill there, staring at him, a smile on her face. Her long brown hair down, he soon abandoned the desk and went to doing push-ups. Trying to get himself tired, although he knew that would be difficult, but it kept his mind off Hill.

Eventually the push-ups would fail and his mind would crawl back to Hill. He then moved to doing sit-ups. Which didn't last as long as push-ups. Mostly because once he thought about Hill, it was all his mind would go to. As he crunched his core and lifted himself he would see Hill's face, her pale face. All the blood from her drained from the bullet wound that Niko gave her. Bucky heard her scream and his eyes slammed shut. He fell back and his back hit the floor with a thud. Bucky opened his eyes, her scream faded away and he took deep breaths as he stared at the ceiling. He was beginning to sweat, so he got up and got dressed.

That was how he found himself on the upper floor, looking out the long glass window. He stared out into the darkness. He could see the faint shifting of the trees from the wind. He knew the sun rose on this side of the building. Stark built a base with a view. Typical Stark. Bucky crossed his arms and his right hand rested on the cold metal of his bionic arm. It was only cold for a minute, then it took on the same heat of his hand. His hair was getting long again, he hadn't cut it since the month before the mission in Washington.

He closed his eyes and he held his breath. He felt a piercing cold jolt of pain in the back of his head and he felt it reverberate in his feet. Bucky opened his eyes and thought about the cryo tube he was kept in when he was still under the influence of Hydra. He quickly casted those away and thought about the first time he saw Hill, or rather the first time he kissed her. Down in the Engine Room of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. Bucky found himself never letting Maria far from his thoughts. Even after the weeks of mourning, he still couldn't get her out of his head and the memory of her, hurt more than any Hydra memory. But it was also the happiest thing he could think about, besides the forties with Steve.

Bucky turned around and leaned against the railing that sat back a few feet from the window. He looked down the halls of the Facility. He was still in the living quarters, he thought about trying to get some sleep, but the idea of letting his mind stray as he would lie there, just made him more awake. So, he stayed up and kept looking out the window, thinking about his life and how much it had changed in such little time.

Wanda

The night was beginning to turn to day and Wanda was asleep in her room. Her face half engulfed by the soft pillows that Tony provided. Wanda shifted in her sleep and she turned from her side onto her back. Her hair hugged her face as she slept and her head shifted. Her hands twitched as her breathing became more labored. Wanda was having a dream.

She wasn't in her twenties anymore. She stood there in her home, a proud little girl. Her twin brother was lying on the couch, his arms resting behind his head. She watched Pietro closely as he clicked his tongue, they were waiting for their father to get home. They spent much of their early years like this, waiting. Wanda found herself something to do, she was sitting at the dining room table, a small metal table that could barely fit a family of four, but they made due. She was doing one of her favorite puzzles, but it was becoming increasingly boring since she'd put it together before, more like six times. It was becoming too easy.

Wanda heard a car door shut, she looked up and the last piece of the puzzle was in her fingers. Pietro sat up from the couch and got to his feet. Wanda stayed seated at the table, they then heard the keys in their father's hand. Pietro stood a few feet from the door, the key went into the lock, then there was nothing. No turn of the key, the door remained locked. Wanda looked back at the hallway that her mother walked out of. She had a laundry basket in her arms and as soon as she saw them, the laundry basket was dropped to the floor. Their mother looked at them both and she screamed. Wanda covered her ears as the door flew open and in walked a tall, lurking figure. Too tall to be their father. Then its red eyes looked at Pietro. Wanda felt her heart jump as Ultron grabbed Pietro and took him by the throat and helped him up. Their mother screamed and Ultron shot her in the chest. She flew back into the wall and fell to the floor, tears coming out her eyes.

Pietro struggled against Ultron's metal hand and he squeezed. Pietro wriggled and fought against his grip, but he soon found it hard to breathe. He became very red and looked like he was turning a sickening blue color. Ultron shushed him as Pietro lessened his fight and Ultron crunched his throat. Wanda watched as her brother went limp and Ultron dropped him to the floor. Pietro's eyes looked at her, bloodshot and his face blue. She still had her ears covered. Ultron walked forward and stood at the head of the table.

Wanda took her hands away from her ears and looked at the door, her father's shoes could be seen, he was lying on the ground. Ultron took a step closer to her. Wanda sat there. Petrified. "Come with me." Ultron said, his voice sounding the same as ever. Wanda found her hands trembling. Ultron's metallic lips curved into a smile. "Come, my friend."

Wanda pushed herself away from the table, the chair scooted harshly against the floor. Ultron kept the smile up, and he reached out his hand. Wanda got off the chair and walked toward him, her hands trembling. Ultron nodded. "Come and see, come and see."

Wanda took Ultron's huge metal hand and they both walked toward the door, hand in hand. They left the house and stood on the street. Wanda saw the sky darken and turn red. Ultron chuckled. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Wanda looked at him and he looked down at her. She saw the street, it was metallic, just like Ultron. She saw lights off in the distance of the new metallic world. Ultron sighed. "This is what the world needs, and it. It needed me."

She frowned at his words and Ultron knelt down. "There are no strings on me. You my friend, all the strings are on you. Just cut them loose." Ultron looked at the red sky. "I can do that for you, just come with me."

Her voice was quiet. "Pietro."

"He was rooted in the same dirt as the others, but you my friend. You have the potential, just cut your strings."

Wanda backed away from Ultron and he slowly lowered his hand. His red robotic eyes staring at her, almost like he was sad. Her breathe felt cold and he stood, towering over her. "My mistake, you my dear. Have too many strings."

Ultron formed his hand into a blade and Wanda opened her mouth to scream as he drove it into her chest.

Wanda opened her eyes and all the furniture in the room clattered to the floor. She was breathing heavily and grabbing at her chest. Tears were streaming out of her eyes and her room was a mess. She shivered as the cold air made contact with her sweat and chilled her to the bone. Wanda brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her hands around her ankles. She rested her head on her knees. She shivered as the dream stayed in her mind. Her teeth chattered as she felt her heart calming down. The pain in her chest was also fading. Wanda raised her head and looked around the room. She raised her right hand and the red aura surrounded it and then the room put itself back to normal.

Wanda got up from her bed and walked into her bathroom. Her tank top and shorts were drenched in sweat. She tore them off and her hair was soaked with her sweat as well. Wanda turned on the shower and climbed in. She stayed under the hot water for a time, but she soon heard Ultron's words. "No strings on me."

She turned as if he was there, but he wasn't. Wanda felt her chest tighten and her throat became dry as tears came to her eyes. She held back the sobs as she washed her hair. She saw Pietro's face from the dream and soon broke down. She got to her knees and cried as the warm water washed over her and the suds rinsed from her hair. She cried as Ultron smiled at her. She cried as her mother's chest was blown apart by the blast from Ultron. Her hand went up and the water stopped. She sat there, her wet hair hugging her face as she cried it all away.

Wanda stood in the center of her room and sniffed as she pulled a shirt over her head. She pulled up the jeans and buttoned them. Wanda looked to see what time it was, the sun would be up soon. She closed her eyes and felt around the Facility, she wanted to know if anyone was up. She felt around the living quarters and she found Steve and Natasha to both be awake and she felt their minds. She suddenly felt her whole-body shiver and she quickly pulled away from them. Okay, having sex. She moved on and she soon found someone standing in the upper levels, staring out a window. It was Bucky.

Her eyes opened and she left her room. Wanda walked throughout the quiet Facility. She thought about going to where Bucky was, but she felt his emotions, he was sad, but happy. She knew he was thinking about Hill, his emotions bled those happy and sad thoughts whenever he thought about her. Wanda went to the lounge first, but soon found the solitude lacking. She decided after visiting the kitchen, the training room, and the Hangar that she wanted to talk to someone, but she couldn't sleep. It was still early, so against her better judgement she walked up to the upper levels and she found Bucky standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the railing, his back to her.

She approached, her feet making soft thuds as she got closer. Bucky didn't even react to her. "Can't sleep?" he asked. Wanda froze, and started walking again. She got next to him and looked out the window, the trees were becoming lighter with the sun starting its journey upward. "Yeah, I spent some time around the place, but…"

"The place lacks a certain, homely feel." Bucky said. "Or we spend too much time awake and alone."

Wanda put her hands on the railing. "I will admit the Facility has a certain look to it, the only place that looks homely are the quarters."

"I would agree. So, what caused you to be up?"

Wanda thought back to her dream, Ultron's smile. She shivered. "Bad dream."

Bucky nodded. "I know what that's like."

Wanda wanted to ask him what was keeping him awake, but she knew it was Hill. Bucky had grown more distant over the past weeks. He was quiet and rarely ever talked. In fact, this was the longest conversation she'd had with him since he showed her how to shoot a gun. Bucky looked at her. "Must have been some dream, your paler than when I last saw you."

"You can tell that I'm paler?" Wanda asked. Bucky nodded. "Yeah, the serum that was developed for me…well you know. It enhanced my senses, one being my eyesight. Your cheeks aren't as flush as they usually are."

"And when are my cheeks flushed?" Wanda asked, crossing her arms. Bucky smiled. Wanda couldn't help but begin to smile back. "Well, whenever you get to training, and when…" Bucky almost said it, but he stopped. He looked back out the window. "It's funny. After I came back. I worked with Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. Then I worked with the Avengers. Dealing with Niko, Yelena, and Sean. And now, I don't know what to do. It all seemed to wrap itself up."

"I know what you mean, Steve just has us training, it feels like the months after Natasha left looking for Bruce. It was training, and more training."

"Steve knows what he's doing, and training is good. Keeps you ready, plus it's good to work out."

"I haven't seen you in there."

Bucky nodded. He took a breath. "I've been dealing with some things."

"Sorry, I know. I didn't mean for it…"

Bucky shook his head. "It's okay. I see your point. You think I'm letting myself go."

Wanda looked at him and he looked at her, a wide smile on his face. "Not funny." Wanda said, holding back a smile. Bucky leaned back and stood up straight. "Well, I'll be there today. How about that?"

"Good." Wanda said with a nod. Bucky turned and looked at her. She looked at him, his blue eyes stared at her. She swallowed and he throat tightened slightly. She looked at the stubble that was growing on Bucky's face, and his metal arm. It was holding onto the railing. Bucky took a breath as they both held their gazes. There was a moment when Wanda noticed something peaked in Bucky's emotions, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. He broke the silence with; "how's Pietro?"

Wanda came out of her stare and blinked. Thinking of what to say. "He's good. Still knew to the time gap that he missed, but he's being regular Pietro."

"I'm happy you got him back."

Wanda smiled and nodded. "Thank you, well. I'll leave you to it."

Bucky nodded. "See you at training."

Wanda backed away and nodded. "Right." She walked away and she sighed as Bucky looked back out the window. Bucky saw the beams of light from the sun begin to pull the clouds away. He took a deep breath and smirked. The smile quickly faded as he thought about what the doctor told him after he brought Hill's body back from the Behemoth.