Holly POV

"Thank you for driving me, Sam. I hate driving downtown. Always have." Holly admitted as Sam skillfully weaved his way around a slow moving driver on their way to the J. Edgar Hoover building. Coulson had reached out to some old friends and gotten her clearance to meet with the Behavior Analysis Unit before she and Steve went back to New York with Natasha and Clint who had stayed behind to fly them home. Coulson also was keeping Steve busy by having him work with some younger agents on their hand to hand skills.

"I don't blame you. I'd rather fly myself." He agreed, taking the proper exit. "Can I ask why Steve isn't with us and why we are going to the FBI in the first place?"

"I promised Peggy that I would help Steve find Bucky. I'm keeping that promise. These friends are experts in profiling. I've helped them over the years so they agreed to help me with this."

"You trust them with something like this?"

She nodded. "I've worked with them many times. You'll see. They are good people."

"And you don't want Steve to know why?"

She shifted in her seat. "It's not that I don't want him to know. But he's so adamant on finding Bucky himself and considering how long he was considered a ghost to the intelligence community and even to SHIELD, that's not going to happen. Steve's stubborn, he won't want help so I'm going to do it for him. Besides, profiling creeps him out."

Sam chuckled. "And we know this how?"

"The day we met, I mentioned that among the many things I did for SHIELD and continued to do was behavioral profiling. So Steve asked me to profile him."

"Ah, I see. And I'm going to guess there's more to not wanting Steve involved with your profiling buddies."

She sighed. Steve had mentioned just how smart and intuitive Sam was. "There might be some aspects of the profile that won't exactly be very...kind...to Bucky. Truths that he might not want to address." She looked out the window. "There's no way to really know how much of Bucky is left in the Winter Soldier. Yes, he pulled Steve out of the Potomac but he also put him in the river with severe injuries."

Sam nodded grimly. "Yeah, you're right. Natasha even told him that he might not like what he found when he started his search. I've read that file, it's some scary shit."

"But being Steve, he stubbornly did what he wanted to anyway. For him, it doesn't matter. Bucky is in there and he's going to save him again."

"Yep. You are good at this profiling thing!"

"Thanks. The people we are going to meet are even better."

After getting their visitor lanyards, they headed up to the fifth floor of the FBI headquarters, the home of the BAU. Stepping off the elevator, Holly noticed that it hadn't changed much since the last time she'd been there, a few years ago when the unknown subject had been a mutant and they'd needed help.

"Oh my god...Holly Dugan is that you?"

She turned to see the one person she was most looking forward to seeing, the ever bubbly and brilliant, Penelope Garcia. Today, dressed in a bright pink top, a purple skirt and polka dot leggings with impossibly high chunky shoes and a bow in her hair. "Well if it isn't the hottest woman in the FBI!"

The blonde squealed and all but tackled Holly, hugging her tightly. "Oh Holly love! I've been meaning to call you this week but we were in Nebraska on this very nasty case that I am desperately trying to erase from my memory. All I have to say is cannibals. Multiple." She shuddered before her eyes went sad. "We would have been at the funeral otherwise, you know that right?" She babbled rapid fire, very characteristically. She almost sounded like Tony. She pulled back and looked right into Holly's eyes. "How are you lamb?"

Holly nodded, giving her old friend a weak smile. "I'm okay. Honest. It's been a really difficult week, but I'm dealing. Peggy got to go the way she wanted and I got to say goodbye and be there with her at the end. It's okay. Or it will be."

"Oh honey, you are breaking my heart." Then, Penelope noticed Sam and it was like a switch was flipped. "And who is this tall piece of chocolate?"

Holly stifled a snort. She absolutely adored this woman. "Down girl. This is my friend Sam. You might not recognize him without wings on his back."

Penelope's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god, you're the Falcon! You fought with Captain America during that whole business last year! Oh my god, this is fantastic! I'm Penelope, it's really awesome to meet you."

It was cute that Sam was actually baffled to have someone fangirling about him and not about just Steve. "Umm, thanks. Nice to meet you too."

"What's this going on over here? Baby Girl, who are you harassing? Didn't we talk about that?"

Holly didn't even try to fight the smile she genuinely felt. It was good to be around old friends. "Derek Morgan, as I live and breathe!"

"Holly?" Derek stopped short and then covered the few feet between them quickly, pulling her into a bear hug, swaying back and forth with her. "Girl, I didn't know you were coming by. I would have made myself pretty for you." He flashed her his characteristic killer smile and batted his eyelashes.

She shook her head and smacked his arm. "Behave yourself, Special Agent." She turned to Sam. "Derek, this is Sam Wilson. Coulson and Steve are both bickering over whether he should be in the new SHIELD or an Avenger."

After shaking hands with Sam, Derek smirked. "On a first name basis with Captain America huh? Interesting." He teased before taking her hand. "I'm really sorry about your mom, sweetheart. Penelope told you we were on a case, right? We would have been there in a heartbeat otherwise."

Holly nodded. "Yeah. I understand. Believe me, there could have been dancing elephants and I probably wouldn't have noticed. I appreciate it though. Aaron and David sent me the card you all signed and the flowers were beautiful. Thank you."

"You here for a case?"

"Kind of. Let's see if we can't hunt down the rest of your merry band before going into it."

Derek held open the glass doors that lead into the always busy BAU. "Well I'll have to call up your friend Hawkeye and borrow a bow so I can be Robin Hood. They can all be my Merry Men."

"Sir, I must protest! I am not a merry man!"

Holly turned to see a pair of skinny legs propped up on a desk, protruding from a copy of the New York Times. The one person in the BAU who would just nonchalantly quote an episode of Star Trek The Next Generation. So she turned and said, Aber du siehst so süß in Strumpfhosen (But you look so cute in tights!)

She could almost see him stiffen in recognition and confusion and then muffle a shriek as he tried and managed to succeed in not tipping himself over in the dangerously unbalanced chair, the newspaper flying everywhere. It didn't gather much attention from the other agents, they were no doubt used to the hurricane that was Spencer Reid. Sam was snickering from behind his hand. "Holly?" He squeaked from behind the paper, managing to extricate himself from major injury. Even if he'd started to tip, she would have balanced him out with a touch of her ability that no one would notice.

"Hey Reid."

He put down the paper and his eyes grew wide when he saw her."Oh wow, it really is you." He scrambled out of the chair and instead of hugging her, took her hand. Reid was very repectful of boundaries even when he didn't need to be. "You are the only person who'd tease me in flawless German."

"I feel special. How are you kid?"

"I'm only a year younger than you." He whined.

"Doesn't matter. Still a kid."

"I'm alright. I was sorry to hear about Director Carter. Are you here for a case?"

"Thanks. As for the case, in a way, yeah. Where's Hotch?"

"He's in the meeting room with Rossi and JJ, they're waiting for us." Penelope spoke up, her phone in hand. "Let's go."

Sam Wilson POV

Sam quietly wondered if there was anyone that Holly didn't know, the other three agents all hugging her with familiarity, the leggy blonde choked up about Peggy. He could get that, she'd been very influential in making it so that woman could be SHIELD agents or in the FBI or CIA as more than just secretaries. He'd been impressed at seeing Hillary Clinton at the funeral. The older Italian man had hugged her, saying something in Italian that made Holly nod and smile just a little.

"Would you like to present, Holly?" The team's leader, Aaron Hotchner asked as everyone took a seat with large cups of coffee or water. He seemed rather stern but Sam had noticed his eyes soften when he offered his condolences to Holly about Peggy, mentioning that his son still loved the Captain America costume she'd sent him for his birthday a few years ago. She told him the next time they were in Washington they'd have to arrange for Jack, his son, to meet Steve.

"If Penelope doesn't mind. I have everything on Stark tech." She held up her wrist, showing a specially made watch, along side the bracelet that Steve had told him apparently was like a remote locator for her own Iron Man suit that Stark had given her for her birthday.

"Of course, mi casa es su casa." The curvy blonde said with a smile, taking a seat next to the guy named Morgan.

"Ok, Jarvis has already sent the files to your tablets." With a wave of her hand, holographic screens came up, one familiar showing parts of the fight with the Winter Soldier. Another showed a picture of the same man looking very different in his army uniform in 1943.

"I'm here to ask you guys to help me find this man. I'm sure a few of you might recognize him from when everything went down here in Washington last year thanks to Hydra and Project Insight. He may be listed by the FBI as only the Winter Soldier, but his real name is James Buchanan Barnes."

"Wait, as in Bucky Barnes? Friend of Captain America? Didn't he die during the war?" Reid spoke up.

"Yeah, wouldn't he be in his 90s now?" The older Italian man who'd introduced himself as David Rossi spoke up, looking at his tablet.

"He'll be 99 in March." Both Holly and Reid said in unison.

"Oh for the love of christ, there's two of them." Rossi sighed, making the two young people shrug and the others chuckle. Apparently this Reid kid was known for interrupting with exact information.

"He was believed to be dead, yes Reid. In January 1945, he was presumed dead after falling from a fast moving train in the mission to capture Dr. Zola, a top scientist working with Johann Schmitt, the head of Hydra." A flick of her fingers showed the round faced scientist as well as Schmitt. Sam was glad it was a picture of Schmitt before he became the Red Skull. Between what Steve had told him about the guy and what he had done to himself in an effort to become a "super man", it was more than enough to creep Sam out.

"How did he survive?" The leggy blonde asked.

"Hydra. Prior to the fall, Barnes had been a prisoner of Hydra, along with the rest of the men who would become known as the Howling Commandos, including my Uncle Dum Dum." A wave of her hand showed the group of men, happily sitting around a table in a bar. He could see her resemblance to her uncle in her eyes but also in her smile. Something her dad must have shared with his brother too. "Until their rescue by Captain Rogers, many of the men were experimented on and many died. Sergeant Barnes was one of the few survivors of the experiments."

"Was Zola involved in the Super Soldier project before Dr. Erskine defected to the States?" The Reid kid asked, sitting forward in his seat, very engaged.

"Reid, when did you become an expert on the history of Captain America?" Rossi asked.

The kid looked confused. "I read Holly's book again before we sat down." He held up a copy of Captain America: Legend and History.

Now Sam had to say something. It made sense that one of her friends would have a copy of her book but he'd been surprised to see her. There was no way he reread the entire book from then to now. That wasn't possible. "Wait, you read a nearly 400 page book in the 10 minutes between seeing Holly and us sitting down here?"

The kid nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah."

"Sam, Reid's a genius. A supergenius, really. He has photographic memory like Steve and I, but can read 20,000 words a minute."

"Whoa. Okay. I'm impressed."

"To answer your question, Reid, no. Zola only became involved with Schmitt after Erksine defected. He was very much a second rate scientist, if you ask me. Schmitt wanted to not only harness the power of the gods, as he put it by making use of what we now know to be the Tesseract, but by creating a group of super men to take over the world."

"Schmitt was a megalomaniac who didn't see himself as a failed experiment when the unprepared serum made him the Red Skull." Agent Hotchner spoke up. "He wanted more men like him and used Zola to work on a new serum, somehow powered by the Tesseract?"

Holly nodded. "Unfortunately there was a Hydra agent there when Steve was given the perfected serum that made him into Captain America. He murdered Dr. Erksine and in the process, the only remaining true sample of the serum was lost."

Sam looked at Holly confused and she caught it. "The serum that was later given to myself, my brother, Coulson and others isn't the same as what was given to Steve. It has to be adjusted for each person and not every person can take it. That's unfortunately what resulted in not just the Red Skull, but the Hulk and Abomination."

"Let's get back on track. Was Barnes able to survive the fall from the train because Hydra had given him their version of a super soldier serum?" Hotchner spoke up, looking like someone had just taken a shit in his coffee.

"It's the only explanation that makes sense. We theorize that after the fall, he was recovered by Hydra with catastrophic injury to his left arm or even without it. Somehow they found him before the SSR could and from there, we don't really know what happened to him. We believe he was experimented on further in addition to being given a cybernetic arm that has been identified as having some early Stark Industry tech."

"When did Barnes first emerge as the Winter Soldier? I'm assumed he's got some kind of conditioning or brainwashing?"

"Sightings of the Winter Soldier have been rare over the last 70 years with the exception of last year. Barnes was an expert sharpshooter and no doubt that there have been many assassinations that could be attributed to him. The first that we know for absolute sure was in November 1963, in Dallas."

"Are you trying to tell us he killed Kennedy?"

She shook her head. "I'm saying he was there. Witnesses report seeing a dark haired man with a quote shiny arm struggling with another man on the grassy knoll. We know that the mutant known as Erik Lensherr, also known as Magneto was there trying to prevent the assassination of President Kennedy who we now know was a mutant. I think Barnes was supposed to be the assassin but couldn't follow through. The struggle they saw was between him and his Hydra handler who unfortunately finished the job. Lensherr might have inadvertently helped the wrong assassin that day."

"Wow. History comes alive." Rossi snarked. "You think he's fighting the brainwashing? That's not an easy thing to do normally, who knows what those Hydra thugs did to enhance it."

Holly nodded. "Agent Romanoff, aka Black Widow encountered him about 10 years ago and instead of simply killing both her and his target, he shot through her, somehow missing every vital organ when he could have taken a headshot. Again, last year, he only shot her in the shoulder. When he fought Captain Rogers on the helicarrier, each of the bullet wounds missed a major organ or artery. I think that's a lot more that coincidence. He was an expert sharpshooter during the war."

"He still is, I can tell you that from first hand experience." Sam spoke up, remembering being impressed with the man even as he tried actively not to be one of his victims.
"The Winter Soldier hasn't been seen since last year?" JJ asked, her eyes serious as she looked at her tablet.

"There have been rumored sightings, but most are just people looking to see if they can get Captain America to show up to their town." Sam spoke up. "We were all over Europe last year following leads. He's just too good at hiding his tracks. If he was there at all."

"Is there a chance that Hydra has him again? That they are hiding him somewhere, reinforcing his brainwashing?"

Sam saw Holly stiffen and briefly close her eyes. "I'm hoping not. With Hydra being flushed out along with the efforts of the new SHIELD and the Avengers, I don't think they have the capacity or the focus. I'm hoping that you guys can look at the file and maybe see something that I or any other profiler with SHIELD hasn't seen. Jarvis is constantly monitoring for any sign of him, the last sighting being at the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian, two weeks after the helicarriers were taken down."

A wave of her hand showed a picture of a rough looking man in an olive green trench coat and hat, long hair falling over the collar, standing ironically right in front of the memorial display for himself.

"He's trying to remember who he really is." JJ murmured. "Did he recognize Captain Rogers?"

"Enough to not kill him when he could have and to pull him out of the Potomac." Holly said softly. "That's the one thing I'm hoping we can count on. Bucky remembering Steve and thereby remembering himself. Or remembering who he used to be." She waved away the screens, leaving up a repeating image that was used at the Smithsonian of Steve and Bucky filmed during the war laughing together.

"I know you have official cases but I'd appreciate if you could help me find him. I promised Peggy that I would, for Steve. He won't be able to let go of the past until he knows Bucky is safe. And it would make me feel better. He's a Commando after all. Commandos are family."

"We'll do what we can Holly, but we can't promise anything. Our caseload has grown a great deal lately and it's harder than it used to be when profiles have to include whether the unsub is a metahuman or a mutant. What if we locate him?"

"Absolutely do not engage. Do not even approach or go anywhere near him. Not even to contain." She said adamantly with wide eyes. "The last thing we want is for him to feel trapped or endangered. If he's managed to fight the brainwashing, he could be experiencing PSTD or even schizophrenic paranoia. Add that to enhanced strength, agility and an adamantium arm, he's potentially very dangerous. Contact me and the Avengers can handle it. We don't even want Director Coulson's new SHIELD team to attempt an apprehension, that's how serious this could be. Penelope has a direct link to Jarvis."

"Remind me again how we didn't recruit you for the BAU?" Agent Hotchner said with something approaching a smile. "I would think you gave briefings and profiles all the time."

"The same way SHIELD wasn't able to recruit any of you." She said with a smile. "But thanks."

"Wait, explain something to me. Y'all are profilers so you'll be able to explain it. How is it that someone as young as Holly can do all the things she does? Fight, teach, play music, speak friggin German?"

"Actually, I'm younger than her and I speak 10 languages and have 3 doctorates."

"Only because I focused on black belts, there Dr Reid." Holly said with a raised eyebrow. "And I was taught several languages from an early age. I can speak German, Russian, Lahkota some Italian, my French is horrible along with my Spanish and Arabic, I can do sign language, understand Latin and Mandarin. Standard SHIELD training, honestly. Kids learn languages much easier than adults do."

"Yeah but I'm talking about how you can teach history and play the cello and profile guys named Dr. Doom and the Winter Soldier and fight along the Avengers. How does that work?"

"You work with veterans, you tell me." She said simply, giving him a challenging eyebrow.

At his confused look, Morgan spoke up. "Sam, don't you recognize hyper vigilance?"

"She doesn't have PTSD. I work with veterans every day with PTSD."

"A person can have hyper vigilance without any kind of traumatic experience. Holly was raised within a secret agency and taught to defend herself and others at a very early age. The potential threat that existed considering who her father was would have an effect on a young child. I would wager that led to a form of mission oriented OCD. The more she learns and is able to do, the more she'll be better able to protect someone or fight someone else. And it no doubt increased after September 11th when you lost your family."

Holly nodded.

"Helps that she's a genius too." Rossi said.

"And a mutant." Reid said quietly. "It's been theorized that even Delta level mutants use up to 6% more of their brain than regular humans. Most known mutants tend to have higher Iqs and tend to retain and process information at a higher rate than non-mutants."

"And then there's you, kid. Standing out from human and mutant alike." Morgan said with a grin, playfully ruffling Reid's hair to the younger man's annoyance.

Holly groaned. "God, they are making me out to be such a Mary Sue, Penelope!" She sat down at the chair next to the blonde and sighed dramatically.

"What's a Mary Sue?"

"In fiction, particularly internet fan fiction, a Mary Sue is usually an original character who is just too good to be true. They have few faults except those that make them somehow special to everyone they encounter in the fiction. They do most everything perfectly and are the focus of everyone's attention." Reid spoke up again. Was there anything this kid didn't know. "It's considered a negative by most critics due to it's lack of realism."

"When did you start reading internet fan fiction?" Rossi asked with an incredulous tone.

"When Garcia started making me."

Morgan snorted. "That's my Baby Girl, corrupting the boy!"

"You better believe it!" Garcia grinned. "Besides, you are not a Mary Sue, Holly! You still have yet to defeat me at Candy Crush."

Holly snorted. "Oh! You had to bring that up! The agony of defeat!"