It had taken almost an hour to find the location. The nearer they got, the harder it got to guess which building it was as they looked the same or the streets were missing their street signs. You had opted for asking a civilian who looked to know their way around. Calling out for him had the man looking around confused for a second before his eyes landed on the three of you. He seemed to hesitate to approach as he saw how big the man that accompanied you, and how out of place you three looked. As soon as the man was on earshot, you asked if he knew where the street you were looking for was, he looked you up and down, and with a shrug to himself he directed you to take a left ahead of you and to keep walking straight up to a building with a red roof with a massive wall with graffiti on it.

Thanking the man, you three followed the directions the man had given—at least after you had translated what he had told you before he had seen a friend of his and left without a glance toward you. The man had failed to tell you that the walk after the left turn there was a fifteen-minute walk up to the street. The heat of the day making you sweat buckets, and curse as your legs seemed to give up whenever a bump of messed up concrete made you stumble.

"There, that's the building." Steve had pointed out the building with the red roof and graffiti, but the building wasn't what you had expected. And as you looked at Steve and Bucky, they had the same thought in mind.

"I think we should check it out, " Steve said as he walked ahead to see if there was an entrance to the building. He looked confused for a second, "it doesn't have a main entrance door."

"Let's see if it has a back one," you said as you went into an alley that was on the right side of the building. You came back around to the front with a frown in your face, "nothing. No door either."

"That's weird," Steve said looking around as if a clue would appear around the other buildings. He noticed how all the other buildings had main metal doors, making the one behind them the odd one out. "I think we have the right building, this one doesn't stand out like the other, but it's the odd one out. No doors, poorly painted, with graffiti all over it while the others one seems to at least get taken care of."

"Was there anything back there?" Bucky spoke out of nowhere making you look up at him in surprise.

"Umm, not really," you said as you recalled, but then looked back again, "I mean there is another building but that one is more like a small shed."

Bucky didn't say a word as he walked into the alley. You and Steve followed him without a word. Bucky walked into the shed, and not far behind, you and Steve followed his steps.

It looked like some of the homeless had taken this place as their own as the smell of piss, alcohol, and rotten seemed to fill the air. It was small and cramped as everyone scanned around without touching anything but soon Steve spoke with some firmness in his voice.

"Buck, could you stand watch in case anyone tries to come in?"

He only glanced at Steve with a raised eyebrow before nodding and stepping out. Steve made sure Bucky was a little far out from the door and turned toward a corner on the right side of the shed where he had been eyeing. Without words you questioned his actions, and he only kicked aside a beer box and pointed at the markings on the floor. A trapdoor.

While you and Steve talked about the newfound trapdoor, Bucky stood outside making sure no homeless person, no civilian, and no police officer made way toward them. And as he looked around at the gray walls around him, his eyes seemed to blur making him dizzy without warning…

Bucky looked around and soon his eyes landing on a man he knew from his previous nightmares. He was standing with John Garrett. He was in a room that was all too familiar to him. It was the room. The room where they did things to him. But this time it wasn't him seating in the hard chair. It was you.

You were being tied up by the doctors around. You looked scared and it was understandable as you didn't look any older than 8. You were just a little kid. They weren't going to brainwashed you, he knew that much. But what they were intending to do was way worse. They had found old archives of the old works of a high-ranking officer back in the 50's, and with the technology of the decade being much different now, they had discussed the advantages of putting to work and experimentation. And it had work for the first two phases; Bucky had been victim to it when a 'harmless' training had turned into you blasting him across the training room when a superior had brought you to learn about knife combat. They had you training before your 16th birthday, which by then they hoped to put you out for mission that were in the same rank of importance as the Winter Soldier. Perhaps a side kick of sort.

The training had been going fine, until Garrett had suggested to test your awareness and sight progress. When Bucky had thrown a knife towards you, you knew you were done for it, you hadn't expected the knife to come toward your face. As if on instinct you had covered yourself with your hands and let out a shriek of fear. And out of nowhere a purple force came out of you and seemed to explode in the enclosed training room, making the knife retract by the force of the shield and throwing the man with the mental arm toward the wall behind him as he barely moved his head when the knife stuck to the wall.

And that had led to you being escorted out to the room you were now in. They had thought the experiment over when the month had gone by, but as you had shown otherwise, they brought out what they had ready for the next phase. Another Doctor came into the room with a tray with an assortment of needles and vials of a vibrant purple. Soon those needles and liquid were being injected into your arms, neck, and one was left for later.

Before you could scream and protest, as they knew you would soon enough, they put the same mouthpiece they had for him in your mouth. And the last needle they had on the tray had been handed over to the Doctor who stood next to your face. You had failed to notice who you had lost mobility of your body, and as the needle seemed to near your face you couldn't move away. But the muffled screams allowed Bucky to understand the fear you felt the Doctor covered his actions, thus him failing to see how the needled went into your left eye.

You were still on the chair, unable to move a muscle, and Bucky couldn't do anything to stop the torture you were being put through. But as he thought it over, like you did, a machine was brought in. A machine that he had never seen before. And now you seemed to have regained control of your body as you began to tremble. But then came the screaming that were stuck on your throat. Something was either going right, or something was going wrong because as soon as the scream had erupted from you, your veins shone purple under your skin. Whatever they had put in you was now doing something to you, and it became clear when things around you started to levitate. Things in the room were shaking and soon your hands were shining with a dark purple blame or energy. But what had everyone terrified were you now black eyes. And as a quiet spell had fallen, you soon broke it when the mouthpiece flew out of your mouth and a piercing scream came out of you as the energy that had been on your hands went right through the chests of two of the doctors that had injected you. And before anyone understood what happened you had passed out on the chair, looking pale and clammy…

"I think we found a way in, but we have to come back tomorrow, we cannot go in without backup," Steve said as he came out of the shed with you. He noticed the frown and the heavy breathing from his best friend, and with worry on his face he grabbed the man's shoulder cautiously.

"Buck, hey man, you okay?" he said.

Bucky snapped his head to see the blue eyes of Steve swimming with worry, and with a hesitant smile he nodded, "yeah, I'm good. Just got lost in thought."

He couldn't look at you, he was scared that if he saw you he would see those black eyes, and he couldn't bare to be reminded to the rest of the memories that followed that one. And you had noticed the way he avoided your eyes, but you had understood. He had remembered something traumatic, and you were not going to ask. If he wanted to tell you, he would.

"Alright." Steve looked at you before looking back at his watch, "let's head back to the hotel. We need to prepare for our next move."

It had been a quick meeting with not much from everyone else, aside from Vision's aerial photos he had gotten when he had been around the sector you had been. It seemed you were right about the homeless having taken over, but what had caught your eye was some of the homeless didn't look so homeless aside from their clothes. After everyone had been dismissed by Steve, you had pointed out your newfound clue. The trapdoor had been looked shut, but Steve had managed to open it to find it led to an underground tunnel that made way toward the building with no doors. You had gone down up to the door that led up to the building and had found a HYDRA symbol engraved on the side of the trapdoor on your way back. You had grabbed a rock and scraped it off at best of your ability.

After the private meeting with Steve he went to inform of the news to Fury and then he went to bed. You followed suit as you had taken the silence after he left to dwell on your earlier memory. Powers. You have powers. Well had. Nothing like that has ever been made appearance to you even before you knew who you truly were. Maybe whatever they had done, or whatever had happened didn't work out at the end.

You hadn't even made to your room when the door to Steve's and Bucky's room opened.

"Can't sleep?"

Bucky snapped his head toward you; he'd failed to see you. He seemed frozen on the spot, and you only raised an eyebrow questionably.

"You okay?" you asked approaching him slowly.

Bucky looked down to the floor and then he looked up with worry written all over his face.

"We need to talk."