Inside the next room, it was pitch black, save for a bright white emanating from the far wall. Staring at the floor, Dean nearly tripped as he walked in, Sammy doing almost the same thing. A they navigated, Dean looked up momentarily to search the crowd, but since there were only benches, he had a nice view of the back of everyone's head. Lifting a finger, he said to Sam, "Let's sit there."

"Why?" Sam said, trying to squint in the darkness, but there was no use.

"Just sit there, 'kay?" Dean said, making his way over. Now I can get another good look, Dean thought, focusing on the two men sitting in front- Steve and Bucky. Sam followed reluctantly, plopping himself down once Dean slid onto the bench, a woman complaining immediately that Sam was too tall and she couldn't see the screen. A simple glare from Dean shut her up.

"A movie, Dean?" Sam asked incredulously, streaks of black and white decorating the wall before the film started, depicting soldiers in trenches, planes flying over a vast expanse of land, as well as the occasional explosion. After watching a few seconds of Hitler commanding Nazi troops, the video cut to an American troop, at least a dozen men squished onto the screen.

"I didn't think you'd be the type for historical documentaries, Dean," Sam said as they watched. A young man looking to be in his twenties was directing a few soldiers, a man with a camera momentarily flaying the moments. There was a sudden pause as another man approached him, and the two stopped, giving one another a bear hug as the camera man took a picture.

"Look, Bucky," Dean could hear Steve say, "do you remember that time?" Bucky was silent, and Dean shot him a quick sideways glance. A look of complete awe was on his face, a sad glint in his eye. What does he mean by that? Dean thought, keeping a close eye on Bucky.

Bucky shook his head slowly, biting his lip, "No. I don't remember." Steve sighed heavily- even after he had rescued Bucky from HYDRA, it was still difficult to re-teach him about the past. The video had cut to an action sequence, depicting the battles of the war, how the men were piled in trenches dug deep into the ground. Sam watched as there was a jump to two men- the same two that and been depicted earlier getting their picture taken, he realized.

"Were these two, I dunno, the Generals of the troop? The leaders, you think?" Sam asked his brother, but Dean was now looking from the screen to the two men hey sat next to, scrutinizing them painfully. Sam rolled his eyes as he jabbed Dean in the ribs with an elbow.

"What are you doing?" he hissed at his brother.

"Dude, you're never gonna believe this-" Dean began with a shake of his head. Sam saw Dean give Steve and Bucky a sideways glance. People were now getting up, the lights having been tuned back on momentarily as people walked in and out of the room, moving on to the next part of the exhibit. Dean jumped as he saw Bucky's eyes widen, as if seeing them for the first time.

"What a coincidence!" Steve said, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt as the four of them stood up. Sam nodded, giving them a polite smile. Dean was still staring, eyes narrowed at them suspiciously.

"Uh, Steve, right?" Sam asked, and the blond man nodded. Sam grinned, jabbing his thumb at the wall where the video had just played, "What did you think, about, uh, about the video?" He couldn't help but notice nostalgia suddenly flood the man's eyes, and suddenly Dean's suspicious looks made sense.

It was possible that Steve could have been in the video. But that means he would have to have been an actor, to re-enact whatever had happened back then, Sam thought, watching as Steve blinked, the nostalgic look now gone as quickly as it had come. Bucky was silent, his eyes a mix of what seemed like emptiness and…. was it fear? Sam couldn't tell.

"It was good, yeah," Steve answered with a short nod, then turning to Bucky, "what did you think about it, Bucky?" Sam and Dean turned their attention to Bucky, who simply shrugged.

"Yeah," he said, not really answering the question. But Sam guessed that that was the most anyone could ever get out of him at the moment. Clearing his throat, Dean clapped his hands, piping up, "So, uh, just curious, are you a fan of the comics?"

"Dean," Sam groaned, and Dean ignored Sam's eye-roll as he shrugged, adding, "I mean, I assume that's why most people are here, you know?" Steve shrugged, pulling his baseball cap off his head, fixing his blond hair.

"I dunno," he said, "I mean, I've borrowed some from Agent Coulson, but they aren't very accurate, you know?" Dean was taken aback- who the heck was Agent Coulson?!

"Excuse me?" he said.

"They aren't very accurate," Steve repeated, "I mean, yes, some of it is on-point, but other parts are just so far-fetched in my opinion-" Dean let out a chuckle- he couldn't believe what he was hearing!

"What, so are you some sort of Captain America expert?" he scoffed with a toothy grin. Sam grunted- most likely out of annoyance, but Dean ignored him. Good god, he looks so much like the guy in the video, the hunter thought, keeping his eyes on the man.

"I'm sorry about my brother," Sam cut in, "he can get a little excitable-"

"No, it's okay- Sam, was it? It's fine, really- happens quite often, I can assure you," Steve gave him a nod of approval, which made Dean even more curious- it had to be true, if he was saying things like this.

"Listen buster-" Dean pointed a finger at Steve's chest.

"First off, my name is Steve," Steve corrected him, "and second of all, its rude to point." Sam couldn't help but laugh- this guy was on his good side, if he was able to tell Dean off over something as trivial as pointing at someone.

"Whatever, Steve," Dean nearly spat the name out, "now answer my question."

Bucky sent Sam a worried look, his grey-blue eyes widening with despair. That must be a cry for help, Sam thought with a shrug, sending Bucky a nod to tell him that he understood. It was time to break the two men apart. Placing a hand on Dean's shoulder, Sam tried to pull him back, "Dean, we should probably go-"

"You want to know why I know so much?" Steve prompted. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, I do," he countered, jabbing his thumb onto Steve's chest. Steve gave him an exasperated look, and Sam couldn't help but notice as Bucky tried shaking his shoulder gently, the way his fingers gripped his friend's sweatshirt for dear life.

"Well, well, well," said a woman, making the four men jump. Turning, they found a slender woman in a yellow top and black jeans, the seams of an olive green jacket pulling at her arms as she crossed them over her chest.

"Natasha," Steve inclined his head anther in greeting. Her short red hair swayed as she nodded back at him.

"Captain," she replied with a sly grin, then to Bucky, "Lieutenant." Bucky was silent, a sheepish grin playing at the corners of his lips, but not enough o be considered an actual smile. Dean and Sam shared a wide-eyed look.

"So, are these two men bothering you?" she asked, jutting her chin at Sam and Dean. Steve looked at Bucky before shaking his head, saying, "No, not at all, Corporal." He sent the woman a quick wink- he may as well play along, just for the heck of it.

"C-Corporal?" Dean stammered out as he stared at Natasha. There was absolutely no ways woman as beautiful as her- and he had seen some fairly gorgeous women in his lifetime- was in the army. But he had to admit, out of all the women he's been with, this Natasha woman standing in front of him had to take the cake. Just her lips alone was enough to distract Dean from the dispute he had been having moments earlier, with the full shape and glossy exterior.

"So sorry, Corporal," Sam said, shifting uncomfortably, "my brother was just being stupid-"

"Are you sure these men aren't bothering you, sir?" Natasha said, her eye scanning them u and down, an x-ray looking for a broken bone- She may be looking of a bone to break, Dean thought a she sized them up.

"Again, Corporal, no," Steve said. Natasha shrugged, clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

"I don't know," she said, "I mean, brushy-top here looks like he could use a good ass-whooping. Gigantor, not so much." Dean gulped- she definitely meant business, that was for sure. Just the way she had her arms crossed meant she was no-nonsense, her eyes burning into Dean until he thought he may as well have been invisible- she could probably see right through him. Steve placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's alright, Natasha, really. We were just leaving." Natsha bit her lip, keeping her eyes on the brothers as she nodded, tapping her foot against the floor.

"I guess it's a good thing that you're leaving," she said, looking staright at the brothers, "because these two are leaving as well." Dean scoffed- sure, she was a Corporal, but he wasn't going anywhere.

"No, Sammy and I are staying, thank you very much," he said. Natasha cocked her head, her red hair swaying in her face as she did so. She grinned, sending a shiver down Sam's spine- This is not gonna be good, he thought, as she showed two rows of perfectly straight teeth, all blinding white as if made by an angel's touch.

"That was not a suggestion, Dean," she hissed his name, "and I'm wearing heels. So if you want Jill to keep visiting the Down Under, I suggest you cooperate. Now you two are coming with us." Sam exchanged a look with his brother, who's hand moved absentmindedly to protect his crotch. Bucky was still silent, eyes wide at Natasha's threat. Smiling, she looked at each of the four men, beckoning them to follow.

"Now that we have formalities out of the way," she said, tossing Steve a pair of keys, "you drive." Steve raised an eyebrow in question, keys clinking as he let them dangle from his finger.

"Drive?" Steve asked.

"Yes, drive," Natasha confirmed, "now come on. Director Fury does not like to be kept waiting."