Bucky chose the Blue Stealth Suit instead of the more colorful uniform so things wouldn't seem so fraudulent. He was not Captain America. He refused the veil, explaining that if he messed up, they could blame Bucky Barnes, not Steve Rogers.

He arrived early to stop himself from changing his mind. He paced across the area in front of the Quinjet, stopping when he a caught reflection himself in the shiny -plated interior lining of the plane. His boots, the straps with the magnets on his covered left arm, the hair tied back, ready to stuff into the helmet as soon as they arrived at the location. He avoided looking at Steve's Shield, hanging up in a place of prominence with the weapons.

The five new team members spent two hours with T'Challa behind closed doors. If he asked, T'Challa would tell him everything they talked about but he decided against it. He would never get used to being treated as an adopted member of the family.

Bucky returned to his pacing. He shouldn't be nervous. He memorized the plan, knowing his part would be small. After the others cleared the way, he and Natasha would take out the armed guards. As routine as eating breakfast. Deceiving the resistance fighters rubbed him the wrong way, but if the plan worked, he would be in and out with no one knowing his identity.

Soft footfalls coming up the walkway to the jet broke through his thoughts. "Well, don't you look the part!" Natasha walked through past him into the plane. She was smiling, This was Natasha, not the more standoffish Agent Romanoff. "Once you put that helmet on, no one will tell the difference. Good thing you both have blue eyes. I've done the eye color change thing, not pleasant."

"Are we good to go?" Bucky asked.

"Yes, but a slight problem. Not as many resistance fighters as we hoped. Some of them are out of commission, same as Steve, but shouldn't be too much of a problem. Tony's suit works," she replied.

"Good, good," he said, taking a deep breath and shaking out his arms.

"Hey, relax. Be a breeze, like when you took out Zemo," she said. She winked as spoke, sending her unspoken approval of his actions. She rummaged around in her weapons locker, picked up a baton, slapping it across her gloved hand. Her lethal wrist weapons were already in place.

"I suppose I should say I'm sorry," Bucky said, trying to fill the silence. "Steve told me what the other guy did, back in your world."

"Not his fault," she said, the smile disappearing from her face. "He was like you, brainwashed. But like I said, we hardly knew him. Steve loved him, went through all kinds of hell to…," she said, her voice trailed off as she stared past him, as if looking into her past.

"What?"

She knelt down beside her open locker, not looking at him. "To get him back. That might be something for Steve to tell you when he wakes up."

"Yeah. He told me a lot, but… he doesn't like to talk about his own heroics."

"He loved him. That's why he agreed to all this… he wanted to get him back so bad ..." she said. Her eyes widened as if he had caught her with her hand in a cookie jar. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to allude to anything…"

Bucky laughed at her embarrassment. "I'm glad you found out. Thanks for telling us."

"You're ok with everything?" She asked.

"We're fine. Answered a lot of questions."

"Good, I'm glad…."

At that moment the loud confident steps of Sam interrupted their conversation. He joined them in the back of the plane. "You would not believe what Stark has to wear on his head to get that suit to work," he said, his eyes crinkled and the laugh lines around his eyes deepened. "He has to wear this silver bowl…."

"It's a neural masker!" Bruce Banner walked up behind them. Sam stood back to allow Tony and Bruce in, they were carrying parts of the suit between them. "It's not pretty, we didn't have time to streamline it, but it works."

"And everyone has to turn their heads when I put it in on, and no laughing!" Tony said as they placed the suit parts upright inside the plane. He stopped when he saw Bucky.

"Looks good," he said. "You ready for this?"

"Yes, I am. Feels weird though.."

"You'll be fine. You can throw one hell of a punch, believe me," he said. Bucky wondered what he meant by that but his thoughts were interrupted as Tony let out a curse as he stood the suit up at the rear of the plan. "Wish I could have kept this in a containment case like I did with mine. This guy's way of operating is a little different, but nothing I can't figure out."

Rhodey walked in without speaking or acknowledging anyone, going straight to the pilot's seat and prepared the pre-flight.

"Anyone of us could have flown this…" Sam began.

"I've gone on almost every mission with this team and there's no reason for me to stay home on this one," Rhodey snapped as he flipped switches.

"That's the Colonel Rhodes we know and love," Sam said. He adjusted the straps on his pack.

"He's cranky because I haven't had time to make his suit yet," Tony said. This more light-hearted Stark took getting used to. "But it will help, having someone to man the fort, keep Bruce company…"

"So Wanda and Vision…?" Bucky asked.

"Don't have a clue. They'll be along any minute," Tony said. "Don't worry. We'll tell them as soon as this is over."

The pair approached at that moment, the last of the group to arrive. Wanda gave them a slight smile and Vision looked blank as ever. Bucky remembered when he smiled and showed emotion and Shuri had come close to bringing him back but there was that something was missing. The same way something was missing from these people who had come here from the other world. Gone were the work colleagues who had a wall around them... and they replaced with this group of people who were open and funny. He watched Wanda's reactions, her eyes flitting back and forth between the team members. Bucky suspected she did indeed, have a clue.