"Well it looks like you have everything under control over there; alert me if anything changes though."

"Will do Cap." Steve watched as Rhodes face faded from the screen, War Machine was currently on a mission with Scarlet Witch off in Iraq and he just heard that Vision was currently on patrol with Falcon.

Steve walked back to the main compound area, myriads of agents bustled about everywhere, some looked up to stare at him but most kept about their business now used to seeing the oldest avenger wandering the halls. The Captain made his way to the hanger; Natasha had just informed him that Coulson's guys had arrived.

He strolled between the large aircrafts that lined the hanger before coming to a stop in front of a group of women who were talking to the well known redhead herself.

"Ah here he is, Captain, this is agent Skye." Natasha gestured to the bubbly brunette who was bouncing on her heels. Steve held out his hand, the brown haired woman seemed to be looking at him with stars in her eyes.

"Its an honour to meet you Captain America!" Steve smiled as the young woman shook his hand excitedly, he still wasn't used to people not calling him by his name but she seemed so excited he couldn't help but like her.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss." The girl seemed to almost squeal but a well placed elbow from the woman beside her stopped her.

"Agent May" said the woman, she bowed her head slightly before straightening. Steve thought she looked exceptionally serious, kinda like an older version of Natasha. She held herself with such strict discipline as if ready to pounce at any given moment at anything that posed a threat. Steve returned the nod before moving his eyes over to the last person standing there. He knew instantly who she was.

"You must be Dr Jemma Simmons." Steve held out his hand and was pleasantly surprised when she gave him a stunning warm smile and went to shake it firmly.

"Yes I am, it is lovely to meet you Mr Rogers." She looked slightly nervous but equally happy and cheerful, the Captain smiled at the very young Doctor as she tried to stand taller next to the other three women.

"Now I was just about to have them directed to their quarters and then have Skye meet me in the training room for a briefing. Agent Simmons once you are unpacked I suggest you meet up with the Captain and he can go over why you're here and organise your next course of action." Steve didn't miss the two curious glances the other two women gave the doctor. Apparently Coulson had been very serious when he said he would pick someone trustworthy who would keep her mission confidential. For that Steve was glad, he wanted as little people to know as possible about Bucky and this agent seemed firm in her resolve not to tell her teammates.

"Yes that would be fine." Steve gave the English woman an encouraging smile.

Jemma was soon shown to her room before being led again by a very serious looking agent towards where she assumed she would be meeting the legendary avenger. She was led to a small door before the said agent gestured towards it before swiftly marching off.

"Thank you" Jemma said quietly in the direction the agent had disappeared off in to. She turned back to the door while taking a deep breath. She picked up her Lanyard and swiped it over the control panel. Her name appeared before the door slid open, inside was a large room, it held a lot of training equipment as well as large bookshelves lining some of the walls. There was one big screen suspended over a round table. Captain Rogers was currently bent over a large map spread out on a table, she was happy to see him in normal clothes as she was only dressed in a tasteful cardigan and jeans. The said man looked up at her entrance and smiled.

"Please come in Dr Simmons." The biochemist found herself shuffling over toward the table to glance at the large map.

"Russia"

"I gather Coulson filled you in on why you're here?"

Jemma looked up at the focused man in front of her, he no longer looked like the easy going freedom fighter that he was on the posters in Coulson's office. No, now he looked like a pained man, a man who had a sole goal in mind and who would do anything to reach it. Something about the angry look in his eyes scared her.

"Yes I was briefed…I just want you to know that I will do whatever I can to help you find your friend. This all must be very hard on you." Steve looked up at her with gratitude but slight suspicion.

"Thank you, I am trusting in your abilities Dr Simmons. I am not going to lie, this will be a very difficult mission and there is not much of an extraction team, only Natasha, my friend Sam and of course Coulson know about this. If you want to back out I will understand, but you need to do it now." Jemma gulped.

"I will do whatever I can." Steve nodded that he understood before gesturing to the map.

"Yes I had heard rumours of a project from back just after world war 2. There was a practice going on similar to that of the super soldier program. They were training young men and women to be skilled soldiers and assassins, they were given drugs to try and enhance their bodies and minds. They tried to replicate the drug that was used to…well to make me." Jemma stayed silent although she had a million questions about the serum and how it had affected him, but she kept silent.

"The people who were funding it were actually members of the Soviet Union; they were trying to use their subjects to assassinate people that the government wanted out of the way. The program was shut down for a time…however."

"What?"

The Captain pushed an old newspaper in front of Jemma. The heading read 'NATO General James Keller killed in his own home' and a picture of a well dressed man giving a speech was displayed on the cover.

"That's from 1955 in Berlin, an investigation took place but the authorities couldn't find anything." Steve pushed over more newspaper clippings as well as a few police reports from different times and places over the course of time between the end of world war two and the end of the cold war. Jemma looked at all the information taking it all in, she soon found the pattern.

"No investigations found anything and all the assassinations were of people going against the Russian government. You think it was Mr Barnes?"

Steve looked slightly startled at the young woman. He had been expecting her to just call him Winter Soldier, but the fact that she had used his name and so respectfully made his chest tighten. It meant she at least pretended to believe that it was Bucky and that she did so with as much respect for him as she would give anyone. He smiled; he was beginning to like this Dr Simmons, even if her English accent reminded him painfully of Peggy. He shook his head, he would not get too comfortable with this woman though. Even if he trusted Coulson, if he had learnt anything from his time with the Avengers and Shield it was that trust is something you should really earn, not everyone is as reliable as you think.

"Well even if the program was shut down it doesn't mean that they didn't take a promising subject to use for their own gains. It wouldn't be the first time a government has used someone for their own benefit." Jemma thought she heard a hint of personal hurt in his voice but decided not to comment.

"Yes that does make a lot of sense. It still doesn't explain though how he was able to survive or to have lived so long and hardly age. How did he end up working for Hydra? Plus I believe to be such a good friend of yours he must have been a good man, why would he do all this, why kill all those people, why come after you?"

"I know." Steve felt his head drop, it had to be Bucky, but there were just so many questions. He felt the images begin to flash behind his eyes again and felt the tremendous need to hit something.

"Well I suppose we will have to go find answers; there must logically be a way to be able to reach the man you once knew. Do you think we will get some answers in Russia? Mr Rogers?" Said man looked up as his violent urge dissipated to see Dr Simmons standing over the table and rifling through the pages while glancing up at him then down at the map. He felt that prickle of hope in his stomach and he straightened up and smiled.

"How good is your Russian?"

Please review, it encourages me to keep writing.

Sorry it is a slightly shorter chapter.