A/N: First of All, for those of you reading, following the story, and reviewing it, I want to thank you so much for doing so.

Second of all, you're about to find out Arie's full name.


As we pulled up to the airport and got out, another car arrived next to us.

I almost felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at the person who was getting out.

"What in the hell is he doing here?" I growled, moving to get out of the car.

"Arie… please…" Bucky said as I turned to glare at him.

"You fucking called Charlie?!" I asked, in disbelief.

"Sam, can you give me a moment alone with Arie, please?" Bucky asked.

Sam looked back at both of us before nodding and getting out.

We watched him get out, and close the door before I turned to him.

"Well?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed nodding in response.

"You do realize that if Clint catches wind of what's going on here, he'll be here before we could even blink. Right?" I retorted.

"I had no choice, Marie, he has connections, which we need. There is no fucking way we can pull this shit off by ourselves! Not with S.H.I.E.L.D being compromised. I won't risk your lives…" He replied, giving me a pleading look.

I stared at him for a moment, before grumbling and closing my eyes to take a deep breath.

"If he fucking called Clint… this will get more complicated than it already is. Charlie doesn't care about saving the world, not like Clint does. If he finds out I'm— here. All hell will break loose." I finally said, feeling like we were being watched.

"Doll, don't be like that… I just want to protect you two." He softly said.

"I get that, James, I do. But calling my older brother Charlie is only going to bring us more problems than solutions." I replied, before moving to get out of the car.

As I got out of the car, I grabbed my bag and walked over to where my brother and Sam stood talking amongst themselves.

As I reached them, my brother turned, and opened his arms to me with a smile.

"Shorty!" He called.

I rolled my eyes but walked over and hugged him nonetheless.

"Tiny…" I greeted smirking as he rolled his eyes.

He scoffed, "I thought we agreed you weren't going to call me a tiny any more?" He said, offended.

"I thought we agreed we weren't going to make fun of my stature." I snapped back.

"Hey, it's not my fault you haven't grown since you were seventeen." He replied, patting my head sweetly.

"And it's not my fault your dick hasn't grown since you were five." I snapped back, causing both Sam and Bucky to chuckle.

"Mariana..." he warned

"Charles …" I replied in the same tone.

"Alright, that's enough. Arie, cool it will you?" Bucky interfered, as he stood next to me.

"He started it." I complained.

"Marie…" He warned.

"Alright, jeez." I muttered, turning away, with an eye roll.

"So, what are we doing here?" I asked, looking over at me.

"A good friend of mine was nice enough to allow us to use his jet. We can take it and fly to wherever you need to go." My brother said, before turning to look at the jet.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked, looking over at Bucky curiously.

"Iceland." He replied without looking at me.

"Is it safe for you to be flying Arie?" My brother asked me, looking me in the eye.

I gasped, before looking away for a moment and then back. "Of course it's safe. Why in the world wouldn't it be?" I asked.

"Well, you're pregnant. Aren't you? That's what Clint told me the other day when he called." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

My eyes narrowed as I turned to look at Sam, who looked back at me sheepishly.

"I'm not pregnant, you little shit. Sam, here, is simply planning for when Bucky and I do have children. He's earned the honorary first born's name." I explained, exasperated.

Charlie looked at me confused before looking at me from head to toe. "Are you sure you're not? I mean, I'm not trying to be mean but you do look a little bloated." He commented, looking at me inquisitively.

I growled, taking a step towards him,"I'm on my period, dip shit." I lied and smacked his face with my hand.

"Oh shit." Bucky muttered, pulling me back.

"Oh my god, Marie, it was a joke!" Charlie cried out as his hands flew to his face.

"Be glad I didn't hit you harder, dickhead." I growled as Bucky held onto me.

"Why don't we leave here before the people following us catch up?" Sam suggested.

"That's a great idea. Come on, let's go…" Charlie said still holding his face

Bucky let them take a few steps away before turning me towards him.

"If you're going to chastise me then you can save it. My brother deserved what I did to him." I muttered trying to calm my anger.

"Nope. Not going to comment on that, he deserved everything he got. I just wanted to tell you how hot that was, you're sexy when you get worked up..." He muttered, pulling me in for a kiss.

"Hey, you can end up pregnant, sucking face like that…!" Sam called from the doorway of the jet.

We both flipped him off before turning to look at him and making our way into the jet too.

As we made it onto the jet, another figure turned towards us. A smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well if it isn't James Buchanan Barnes, and 'Izzy' Mariana Barton…. How good to see you two." He said, sitting there like he owned the world.

"Helmut Zemo." I said, as Bucky stiffened behind me.

I gasped as he pulled me back, and stepped in front of me, protectively.

"What the fuck is he doing here, Charles?" I demanded.

"Marie, he is a friend. I met him while I was out of the country trying to help pass one of the bills for legislation at the U.N." my brother said.

"That is also the man who helped torture me for almost five years of my life! He fucking tortured me and Bucky! How could you, Charles?!" I called, from around Bucky.

My brother winced, looking away from both of us.

"Take it easy, I am here trying to make amends. I have had time to stop and think… about what my actions and how they affected everyone. My wife and son left me. My father died a few weeks after. I am truly sorry for all the pain I've caused you." He said, looking down, apologetically.

"Look, as bad as this is, we need to start moving. Everyone sit down, please." Sam said, taking the seat across from Zemo.

I was about to sit next to my brother when Bucky grabbed my hand and shook his head at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"We're sitting away from them. Back there." He said as he led me towards the back.

I nodded allowing him to take me to the two empty seats in the back as my brother stared at us.

"Why so protective, Barnes?" Zemo asked. "I won't bite unless she wants me to.." He commented, smirking.

I grabbed Bucky's arm before he could charge over to him.

"She's my wife. It's my job to protect her from trash like you. Say something like that to her again and I'll snap your neck without blinking." Bucky snapped, as an elderly man walked over and told us to buckle up.

Bucky sighed, before pulling me down into the seat next his.

"You're married?!" Charles asked, shocked.

"Yes, Charles, we are. And if you wish to live to see another day. I would keep that information to yourself. The same goes for you Zemo." I replied, cooly, as I leaned onto Bucky's chest, and he wrapped his arm around me.

Sam smirked at us, before turning to stare out the window.

"Sleep, doll." He whispered, as the jet finally took off into the air.

I nodded once before closing my eyes, allowing the beat of his heart to soothe me into a peaceful sleep.