Hey guys! I'm sorry it's been so long! I just got finished with this semester, and I'm also trying to find a part-time job. Plus, I've been trying to figure out what I want to do with this story, like if I wanted to do Ant Man. I've been asked if I was going to do the Ant Man movie, and I'll say what I've said to them, if any of you can find the script to the movie, I'll consider it. Anyway, I wanted to do a bit of a small chapter, maybe of Tyra recovering, and also with her figuring out about Bucky's whereabouts. I don't really know what I'm doing right now, so be patient please. This story isn't over, I'm just trying to figure out what direction to go in from here.

If you could go back in time, what would you change?

I would start with growing a backbone like I should have in the first place, and stopping Loki from killing Coulson.

And what else?

I would save Pepper before Killian had gotten to us, maybe get rid of Maya when I had the chance since she led Killian to us.

Is that all?

I would make sure the weapons manufacturing was shut down...before one of Stark Industries' bombs was used to bomb Sokovia. Then Pietro and Wanda would have had a better life, their parents would be alive.

If that had not occurred, you would have never met the Maximoff's.

But Pietro wouldn't have died either. And Ultron wouldn't have ever come into existence and try to destroy Earth..

Interesting...what else would you change?

I would find Bucky Barnes, take him back from HYDRA so he's never used as a weapon against Steve, or Natasha...I would also try to help Loki, before he betrayed Thor and Odin, try to stop the darkness from overtaking his heart.

But if Loki never got Thor exiled, you would have never met Thor. He would still be the same arrogant fool he was before, and also king of Asgard. He would never have fallen in love with Jane and changed his ways...

I never thought about that before...

Everything happens for a reason. There are consequences to certain actions, sometimes it can give you good outcomes, sometimes bad. But you must accept it...it will help you grow as an individual.

I've been told this load of garbage before- -

You don't have to like it, but you must accept it and move forward.

Why should I just stay back and accept it?! These are people's lives! People that I care about- -

I know...but you have to let it go...besides...not everyone you care for is dead. Not as you would believe.

What?

"Tyra."

I snapped out of my daze, noticing that Sam had been sitting beside me.

"Did you hear a word I said?"

"Sam?" I looked at him in confusion.

"...you okay? I've been sitting here with you for 20 minutes." Sam gave me a look of concern.

"You have?"

Seriously? How long have I been zoning out for anyway?

"Shit, Tyra. What's wrong? You hit your head or something? Natasha wasn't that tough on you during training was she?" Sam questioned.

"I'm sorry...I'm...I just..."

I stood up from my spot, my body shaking as I made to move for the exit. Sam quickly came over to me, blocking me from the door as he held my face in his hands, inspecting me for any wounds.

"Tyra, look at me." Sam ordered.

I flinched at Sam's tone, and hesitantly looked into his eyes.

How do I tell him I heard voices in my head?

Well unless you want to sound like you've gone absolutely mad, I suggest you keep walking.

I grabbed Sam's hands and pulled them from my face before making my way towards the exit again.

"It's nothing I can't deal with..." I muttered.

"HEY! We're not done here! Stop walking away from me!" Sam yelled.

"Sam, I appreciate that you're just looking out for me, but if you don't leave me alone I swear to god- -" I grew annoyed.

"What the hell's gotten into you lately? You've been more distant than usual lately. You don't even talk to anyone, not even your father. You've been keeping yourself isolated from everyone else." Sam snapped.

"Stop acting like you know me! I'm just not feeling well, stop trying to pry into everything! You're just as bad as Steve and Natasha!" I told him.

"I'm gonna bring this up to Steve and Natasha if you don't tell me what's up. I only want to help you." Sam warned.

"Just stop and leave me be. I don't care what you tell them, just leave me alone, Sam." I nearly growled.

Sam finally stopped, letting me leave as he stared at me with an expression that was hard to read.

"You look like you are conflicted and tired."

I glanced up to see Wanda standing in my doorway. Wanda came inside my bedroom, ignoring my complaints as she sat beside me on my bed.

"Why were you yelling at Wilson earlier? I could hear you two arguing about something." Wanda asked.

"It's nothing...he was just being nosy." I mumbled tiredly.

Wanda sighed before she suddenly grabbed me, laying my head on her lap gently. I looked up at her in confusion and alarm, but slowly relaxed when she placed her hand on my head, gently petting my hair.

"...what are you doing?" I glanced at her in confusion.

"I am trying to give you comfort. Pietro used to like it when I would rub his head...said it was soothing."

She's trying to pry into your mind, you know.

I felt an all too familiar tingling sensation in my head and immediately sat up, nearly knocking Wanda back and off of my bed.

"I think that's enough." I said.

"Tyra...I was only just- -"

"Trying to get inside my head. Yeah...I know." I glared at her. "You told me you wouldn't do that again. I thought I could trust you."

Wanda looked completely hurt by this before she reached her hand out to try and hug me, but I quickly backed away.

"Tyra...you are in need of help. I sense something inside of you...something dark. Let me help you. You are tired and need rest." Wanda spoke softly. "Everyone is starting to take notice of your behavior."

"Listen, I'm fine, I don't need help."

"You are not fine." Wanda snapped. "Let me help you. You are my friend."

Are friends this pushy? She seems like she has other motives...I mean, she has tried to kill you before. How can you trust her?

Like what kind of motive?! I don't know what she wants! But why would she lie to me? She's my friend, my best friend actually. We care about each other!

"Please leave. I'll talk to you later okay?" I lowered my voice.

"Tyra, please do not shut me out. Do not push me away." Wanda's voice shook.

"Just give me some space, I'll talk to you later. Promise." I muttered weakly.

I hadn't talked to anyone for the rest of that week, and the week after, for I mostly kept to myself. I would spend my time either tinkering with my father's suits or train constantly for several hours until I could barely keep my eyes open. I couldn't find a clear explanation for my behavior, I couldn't figure out the voice that I would hear in my head frequently. The more I was left by myself and to my own thoughts, the more I would hear the voice. The voice I heard often sounded vaguely familiar, like this was a person I had met before.

I kept coming to a conclusion that I was communicating with someone telepathically, but I couldn't even begin to imagine who I would be talking to, or how I could be talking to them. The fact that all of this started to happen after the battle of Sokovia was very alarming to me. I only thought I was in a dark place because I was grieving for Pietro Maximoff and that I also was upset that Bruce had left us.

I was very vulnerable, my mind was going to a dark place, and I was reminded of those people that I lost in my life, and those reminders were more than painful. I would rarely confide in anyone because the last thing I wanted was to pour my problems onto someone else. I didn't want to sound like that weak seventeen year old girl. When I truly thought about it, I was basically treated like a baby on the Avengers, everyone treated me like some fragile doll.

And I absolutely hated that.

I probably sounded ridiculous, hell, maybe it was just some pride thing, but I wanted to prove to my friends that I could be strong. That I could do more. That I wasn't some damsel in distress. In my mind, all I ever felt like was an absolute failure to my friends and family. My mind continued to race as I went to make some coffee up in the kitchen we had on one of the upper floors, where most of the team resided in whenever they would come over to the base for Avengers business.

"Hey kid."

I dropped my mug from surprise, wincing as it crashed to the floor and shattered into many pieces. I saw Clint walking over, looking concerned as he helped me pick up broken glass from the floor.

"What the hell are you so jumpy for?" Clint asked.

"I didn't even know you were there. You were so damn quiet." I defended myself.

"I guess so...but you've never reacted that way around me before. Surprised or not." He retorted.

"Well I was surprised this time. Sue me." I rolled my eyes.

"Uh huh..." He muttered.

"So what are you doing here?" I changed the subject. "You miss Natasha already?" I joked.

"I just have some business with Rogers. Nothing major." Clint replied.

"Okay cool." I nodded.

"You sure you're okay?" Clint mumbled softly. "You seem a little...out of it."

"All is good." I smiled at him.

"If you say so."

We both finished cleaning up the broken pieces to what used to be a coffee mug. Clint made his way over to the elevator doors, glancing at me one more time, as if trying to find something.

"You know you can talk to me, kid. I mean that." Clint told me.

Clint stepped into the elevator, and I gave him a look of sadness as the elevator doors had begun to close.

"...Not about everything." I mumbled.

Clint's head perked up as he stared at me in concern again, but it was too late to address me when the elevator doors finally shut.

I finished with my daily training session, making sure that I was in shape. I had been trying to develop my own fighting techniques, not that Natasha or Clint hadn't taught me well, I just wanted my own fighting style.

You know, you seem very graceful when you fight. Who taught you?

I mostly learned everything from Natasha. Clint and Natasha were basically my mentors when I first joined SHIELD.

How interesting, where did the assassin learn to move in such a way?

I think...it was maybe before she joined SHIELD. I don't know much about her past, but...it was before she switched sides. I'd rather not say anymore than that.

I realized I had made it to the showers, but before walking inside, I saw Steve heading towards my direction. His shirt was mostly covered in his own sweat and clung to him tightly, and he had a towel that hung loosely around his neck.

"Tyra. I haven't seen you in a while. How are you doing?" Steve gave me a friendly smile.

My hand hovered over the door handle to the girls locker room where the showers were. I felt almost drained of energy, and I didn't know why I was at a loss for words.

"Tyra?" Steve paused looking at me in worry.

Everyone always gives me that look...do I really look that weak to them?

I wouldn't say that. They just care about you a lot. They're all rather fond and protective of you.

"I...I don't know how I'm doing." I finally spoke up.

I nearly winced at how broken I sounded, making a mental note not to make the same mistake later if I bumped into anyone else. Steve came over, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I just feel tired." I mumbled.

When it came to Steve, I began remembering the good times we'd had together, how I felt like I could talk to him about anything, how I tried to assure him that he could come to me about anything in return. Before Wanda had moved in, I felt like my only friend was Steve.

Why don't I spend time with him anymore?

He's been just as distant lately, if you would pay more attention.

What?

"You wanna go grab a bite to eat somewhere? It might help take your mind off of things." Steve suggested.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I think I'd like that."

"I'll meet you in the garage in twenty minutes. That okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, that's fine." I nodded again.

Steve walked into the men's locker rooms, before I left to the women's locker rooms. I had enough time to relax and pull myself together as I took a hot shower, trying not to think about that random voice in my head. As far as I knew, it was just a voice, but it could be something more than that. Had I most likely gone insane?

Probably. As if I didn't have more problems to add to the list of how fucked up I am...

I pushed those thoughts into the back of my mind as I headed for the garage, making sure that I looked more decent before heading down. I saw Steve waiting patiently, leaning against his motorcycle. When he spotted me he perked up almost instantly, giving me a small smile as he waved.

"Feeling any better?"

"A little bit." I smiled gently. "So where are we heading?"

"Remember after the battle of New York when we went to this one burger joint? I found a place that's similar. Has good milkshakes." Steve replied.

"I could use a good burger right now." I chuckled.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Now hop on." Steve smirked.

Steve got onto his motorcycle, waiting for me to get on with him. It wasn't long after before the both of us were gone from the Avengers base.

"Hey kiddo. Where have you been? FRIDAY said you left with the captain."

I smiled as I glanced over at the minibar, watching my dad grab a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. He came over and gave me a glass before quickly filling our glasses with whiskey.

"After training, he took me to this little restaurant with a 50's theme. It helped me relax a little bit if I'll be honest." I chuckled.

We both went over to the living room area, putting on the television before my dad turned to face me.

"Rhodey said you've been acting strange during your training sessions with everyone. Everything alright?" He hesitantly asked.

"Everyone's always asking me that." My smile faltered.

I took a sip of whiskey from my glass, trying not to just drink it down in one long gulp.

"Well yeah. Of course. We care about you, plus...you can be unpredictable sometimes. It's hard to tell how you're feeling. But now that I'm really paying attention, I can see that you're not so fine." My dad noted.

"How so, pops?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well for one thing, you have bags under your eyes."

I tensed up, shifting on the couch uncomfortably while trying to relax.

"You tried covering it with some makeup, but if you really look carefully, you can still see them." Dad pointed out.

"Very good detective Stark. Anything else?" I pursed my lips.

"FRIDAY's told me that you've been talking to yourself. Like there's someone with you. I thought at first that FRIDAY was just being ridiculous, but then I walked by the workshop once...and I heard you having some kind of conversation, only no one was in there with you. I used to talk to myself too, but it wasn't anything like what you did." My dad smiled faintly.

Shit snacks...look what you did weird voice! Making me look like I have schizophrenia...

I technically haven't done anything. You did it all on your own. Just try to remain more quiet next time, yes?

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer towards him.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong, Tye?"

"...Naaahhh. Nothing wrong." I laughed. "We all go a little crazy once in a while, am I right?"

"You're not wrong..." Dad pursed his lips, similar to how I just did earlier. "But let's just cut the bullshit."

"We don't have to cut the bullshit." I shook my head. "Let's just...let's keep bullshitting. It's probably better that way."

"What the hell are you two going on about?"

Pepper came into the room with Rhodey and Natasha following her. Dad stood up immediately with a bright suave smile on his face as he greeted Pepper, giving her a kiss as they sat down together beside me. Rhodey and Natasha sat together on another couch after grabbing a beer from the minibar. Natasha smirked at me and my father after she moved closer, resting her elbows on her legs as she leaned forward, like she just heard the juiciest secret.

"So what's with all this talk of cutting the bullshit?" Natasha grinned.

"You know how Tyra is." Dad chuckled faintly.

I folded my arms and stared at dad in both anger and amusement.

"Well go on then, detective. Tell me what I'm like." I smiled tensely.

"Oh don't turn this on me like I'm the one acting strange!" Dad glared at me playfully. "I only want to help you and you know that!"

"Uh huh." I shook my head.

"What did you say to her exactly?" Pepper chuckled.

"It's just..." My dad stopped quickly, looking over at me one last time.

Why's he giving me that look for?

I think he wants to give you one last chance to come forward with your strange behavior as of late.

I snapped out of my thoughts again, realizing that my dad continued to stare at me with that pleading look on his face.

"It's nothing." He sighed in defeat.

"Oh come on. That's no fun." Natasha glanced over at me. "What's eating at you lately? Wilson and Rhodes said you've been acting strange. I thought you needed some space but...you've been more quiet than usual. You know you can tell us anything, Tyra. Remember that talk about keeping secrets?"

"Oh don't try to guilt trip me again. It ain't gonna work this time." I chuckled. "I'm fine...really. I've just been trying to cope with things." I half-lied.

"Are you sure that's all it is though?" Rhodey spoke up.

I glanced over at Rhodey, almost forgetting that he was here in the room.

"Yes almighty God Father." I spoke dramatically, trying to lighten the mood up a little.

"Tyra...we only ask this because we care...you know that right? We don't think you're weak. That's not the reason we ask these questions." Pepper said.

I stared at Pepper in shock, not expecting her to say something like that.

Holy shit, when did she become a mind reader?!

"I can't help but feel that way sometimes. Sorry." I laughed faintly, shaking my head. "It's kind of like an instinct of mine...if that makes sense."

"Instinct how?" Rhodey raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just naturally paranoid as a person. Ever since I could remember...I always thought that everyone around me saw me as a weak person, like a fragile doll. I always feel like I'm trying to prove something to everyone. I can't help it...it's just what I do. Even if I don't actually realize I'm pushing everyone away. I don't mean to. It's just how I am sometimes." I told them.

"So you're too prideful to ask for help? I get it. Just like your father in that regard." Pepper smiled. "It's okay to ask for help though...it doesn't make you weak, sweetheart. In fact it helps make a person stronger to have such support."

I smiled warmly at Pepper and gave her a hug before standing up from the couch and making my way over to my room.

"I'll try." I nodded.

"Well try harder." Rhodey said.

The next day, I went over to Wanda's room, knocking on the door before entering. I saw Wanda practicing her powers, levitating several objects around her.

"Hey." I spoke up.

Wanda almost looked surprised to see me, but kept a straight face as she tried to seem unaffected by my presence.

"Listen...about before. You were right. I'm sorry for pushing you away." I told her.

I came over and sat on the edge of her bed.

With Wanda...maybe she'll understand. Maybe she won't think I'm crazy. I can trust her...

"I've been going through something...I thought I could handle it by myself, I thought that I was just so depressed about everything that's happened recently, that it would go away over time. I think it's something more than that though. I won't lie, I'm a little worried about whatever this thing is. I don't want to lie anymore and pretend I know what to do because... I don't." I mumbled softly.

The items that levitated fell to the floor. I glanced over at Wanda, unable to read the expression on her face, but I continued what I was saying, thinking that was what she wanted.

"I hear this voice in my head. I don't know what it is, or who it is even, but...I realize that I've been more paranoid than usual, and this voice...I don't know what its intentions are, but I feel like it's trying to warn me about something. I know my biological mother is a Vanir, but I don't know much about what a Vanir is other than what Loki or Thor has told me, I don't know if hearing voices is normal or not for a Vanir. I thought all I got were premonitions. I just feel lost and confused, and I'm done pushing everyone away. Especially you, Steve, and my father. Can...can you help me please?"

Wanda leaned forward and I thought at first, she was going to say something, or even give me a hug, but instead she flicks my forehead with her index finger.

"Ow. What the hell?!" I winced.

"That was for before...don't do that to me again." Wanda snapped.

Wanda then hugged me, taking me by surprise.

"Of course I'll try to help you. You are my friend, Tyra."

I smiled into her embrace, feeling tears prickling in my eyes. After a minute, Wanda finally pulled away and became serious.

"So...you hear a voice in your head? What does it tell you?" She asked.

"It's hard to explain really...would you be able to look into my memories? It might be easier if you just went into my head." I sighed.

"Alright. I will try it." Wanda nodded.

Oh boy...

FLASH!

"Do you...know who I am?" I asked cautiously.

Bucky stood still, his hand still tightly gripping the gun as he aimed for me, prepared to shoot.

"I recognize you. Tyra Stark." He replied.

"Listen, Mr. Barnes...I don't want to hurt you, before when we fought...I was just trying to stop HYDRA and you were kinda, well you technically were in my way. I'm not going to sugar-coat that." I sighed.

"No one's called me Mr. Barnes in a long time." Bucky commented.

"Well I don't exactly know if we're on a first name basis and all considering you almost killed me and my friends before." I joked.

Bucky didn't seem amused, but finally lowered his gun as he continued to stare at me suspiciously.

"It was a joke...you know what jokes are right?" I smiled nervously.

Bucky came over to me until I was backed against the wall. I gulped nervously, as he raised his metal hand and rested it on the wall above my head, probably to intimidate me. I glanced up and saw the imprint of my hand on his arm and recalled that it was from when I tried to melt off his arm from the previous fight we had during that whole Project Insight fiasco.

I hope he's not too sore about that...

"Your arm looks nice..." I chuckled weakly.

"Why are you here? And how the hell did you find me?"

"I'm not exactly called a Stark because I'm pretty, you know." I rolled my eyes. "Give me some credit."

Bucky breathed deeply through his nostrils, staring at me with a cold look that told me he was definitely not in the mood for games or jokes.

"I won't ask again." He warned me.

"I...might have been tracking you down. There's this tech I have that runs your facial features through this system and locates anyone that has a match, and I was able to locate you through that- -"

"Don't be smart." Bucky glared at me.

"I actually wasn't trying to...and if it makes you feel any better, it was almost impossible to find you." I pouted.

"...so what do you want exactly?" Bucky looked annoyed.

"I...I don't know. I just, I wanted to get to know the man that Steve cares so much for..." I confessed.

"Steve..." He muttered.

"Have you regained any memory of who Steve is?" I asked.

"Some bits and pieces...listen, get out. Don't tell anyone where I am, just leave me alone."

Bucky grew annoyed and backed away from me before going over to this broken down couch and laying down on it.

"Mr. Barnes- -"

"Don't call me that." He snapped.

"Then what do I call you?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Just go and don't come back here." Bucky grunted.

I grew annoyed and snapped, storming over to him.

"Hey! Don't boss me around like I'm some dumb kid!" I nearly shouted. "I came all this way to meet you and I'm not leaving until I know that you're okay!"

Bucky sat up before looking at me in surprise.

"What the hell are you playing at, Stark? Why would you even care about someone like me?" He questioned.

"Because Steve cares about you that's why. He doesn't have many people in his life that he had a special bond with since before he was brought into this world, the world he grew up in is gone, and everyone he's ever cared about is either in their 90's or dead. I'm sorry about before, I really am, but deep down I knew that guy I fought against wasn't the real Bucky Barnes. I wish the whole world knew that wasn't really you." I lowered my voice.

Bucky was at a loss for words for once and didn't say anything in return. I came over slowly and sat down on the couch beside him, trying not to be afraid as he stared at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. It might have been a few minutes before he finally spoke up.

"The Bucky Barnes everyone knew is dead." He mumbled softly.

"No he's not." I replied with a smile.

Before Bucky could argue, I simply put my hand on his leg to stop him from talking and tried being comforting. He grew tense immediately and I quickly withdrew my hand, realizing it most likely made him extremely uncomfortable with that kind of contact, probably because he wasn't used to it.

"Sorry..." I blushed. "But listen, don't give me that excuse...you're still Bucky Barnes, the one that Steve knows and cares for like a brother. Otherwise you wouldn't have bothered saving him."

"I don't know why I did that." He sighed.

"Yes you do." I said.

Bucky turned to look at me again, looking at me in both surprise and confusion.

"You're not what I expected..." Bucky told me.

"A lot of people say that." I teased. "Just because of my last name, it doesn't describe who I am as a person. I used to make jokes about being a Stark that were basically excuses of my rash and foolish behavior. People don't really know Tyra...they just know the daughter of the great Tony Stark."

Bucky merely nodded at this, and looked away as he fell silent once more.

FLASH!

I blinked as I tried to recall where I was, trying to make sense out of what just happened in that vision.

Well, well. It looks like you'll be seeing Bucky Barnes real soon.

Shit...I wasn't expecting that...but...I don't mind, I think? It wouldn't be bad to be friends with him...

I wonder if Captain Rogers will know you'll be finding his dear friend first.

I doubt it. I'm usually good at keeping quiet, plus based off of the conversation, it didn't really sound like Steve knew that I found Bucky.

Interesting, I can't wait to see how that plays out.

I guess I'll be using my tech to find Bucky. I was just in the middle of designing something similar to SHIELD's tracking system from when they were trying to find Loki and I.

Aah. Good idea.

I finally realized that I was in the kitchen and noticed Vision staring at me with a curious expression on his face.

"Your eyes were white. Does that mean you had a premonition of some sorts? I recall everyone mentioning it at some point during my stay here." Vision spoke up.

"Uh...yeah. I- -um...it happens from time to time." I smiled sheepishly.

"What did you see if I may be so bold to ask?" Vision asked politely.

Shit...what do I tell him?

I wouldn't be silent for long, it will only make you look suspicious.

"It was about Wanda. I think that I was just spending time with her, we were in her room watching TV and I think she was practicing on using her powers. It was a weird vision." I lied convincingly.

"I see." Vision smiled. "Do you often get visions like that? Or do your visions have some slight significance to them? Like a warning perhaps?"

I attempted to look relaxed as I sat in my chair near the island table in the kitchen, appearing nonchalant so that Vision wouldn't get suspicious of my behavior and report back to my father.

"Some of my visions don't make sense until later, so I couldn't really say for sure." I chuckled. "But in some cases, they usually are a warning. Not always, but mostly, if that makes any sense to you. I can't really explain it..."

"Of course." Vision nodded. "I apologize for being so intrusive, I just can't help but be curious sometimes."

Oh Natasha, you would be so proud of me. I'm good at lying smoothly now!

Not quite yet, you're getting there though. I don't have a clue why you would be proud of that?

Ah forget it...

"I guess I'll be going then. I'll see you later." I winked at Vision.

I got down from my chair and after cleaning up a plate from the table, I left to my room.

FLASH!

War Machine as well as the police surrounded Captain America, Bucky Barnes, and an unknown masked vigilante of sorts.

"Congrats Cap...you're a criminal now." Rhodey spoke up.

FLASH!

What the fuck was that?! And what's up with all of the visions I've been having?

I sense that something bad is coming soon.

...like what?

I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes before hearing alerts going off from my laptop. I perked up almost instantly, and looked at the screen in shock.

MATCH FOUND.

On the screen was a picture of Bucky Barnes, wearing civilian clothes and had a cap that didn't do much to cover his face. When looking down, I saw a shiny metallic hand peeking out from the bottom sleeve of his jacket. I looked at the location and smiled in satisfaction from the hours of long search.

Bucharest, huh? Nice hiding spot Barnes.

I cleared my laptop and after deleting the program, I wiped out everything on the device, making sure no one could use my program to locate Bucky. I shut the laptop after turning it off and sat in my chair, contemplating what to do next.

So what do you plan on doing with this information now?

It isn't obvious already? I'm going to pay Bucky Barnes a visit.

I'M BACK BABY!

I finally saw the CA Civil War movie just last night, and I was a mess let me tell you now! Man, this is going to be so much fun! I'm so pumped to finally write about Tyra being in the CA Civil War movie! I'm also nervous at how this is going to play out, my god I'm so nervous. I'm not going to say anything else about the movie or this story, but you'll just have to wait until I update next! Hopefully everything will tie in together soon. Also, to those that have NOT seen the CA Civil War movie, I would suggest you do so if you continue to read this fanfic! Anyway, please review, let me know what you think so far. Also, after all of this is done and over with, I'll go back and rewrite the chapters so things make a lot more sense! (Especially regarding Tyra's age, I know I fucked up on that one!) I love you guys! IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK! :D

-bellas2silly