Location: S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier, San Francisco

Agent: James 'Bucky' Barnes

Bucky was sitting in a conference room. The table had seventeen chairs, he sat in the one farthest from the door. He didn't know why, he just had a funny feeling. His metal hand was resting on the table. He couldn't tell if the table was cold or room temperature. He was still getting used to it even though he had it seventy years. He was twenty-nine and he had been Hydra's "secret" weapon for seventy years. He shaped the century apparently. He was used as a tool of war, and now he was just traded to another organization and to be used as another tool of war.

Bucky was trained to be a soldier, to execute orders without questions. He took pride in it, but now he was just a broken soldier in a time that he didn't belong in. He also was working with a partner, which he wasn't used to. The only team he had been on was back in the forties, and now they are all dead. Well except for his best friend. Bucky used to understand what he was doing. Before this, he was fighting for his country. Now what was he fighting for? Bucky had no clue. He was just now on a train and he was still deciding what stop to get off at.

He didn't talk much, and when he did it was only simple sentences. The other agents probably thought he was just some dumb grunt. Bucky just didn't have anything to say. He sat patiently waiting for the meeting to commence. Bucky had become lost in his thoughts and he was staring into the table and he noticed the door open. His eyes darted to it and he watched as Fury walked in. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, his tall figure and his trimmed facial hair. Then his eye patch, not many people could pull off an eye patch.

Bucky watched as Fury walked over to the large screen on the wall and he stood in front of it. He pressed a few buttons and the screen came to life. Schematics of a compound came on and were flashing different areas. By the way the compound's buildings looked, he would have to guess that is was somewhere people spoke Spanish, or at least a dialect of it; Spain, Italy, or Mexico. He waited and listened for the correct answer.

Bucky saw his partner enter the room, she was wearing a navy blue cat suit. Her brown hair was up in a bun. Bucky had to admit, that if he was his normal ladies' man self, he would probably try and hit on her. Yet, he wasn't that person anymore, he didn't know what he was. He watched as she took a seat; two chairs away from him. If Bucky studied her actions, they would implicate that she didn't like him. He couldn't blame her either. Bucky noticed that Fury put a I-pad in the table he looked at it. Bucky could only read two lines.

Fury- Are you sure about this?

Agent19- It's the only way to find out.

Bucky dismissed it, for it seemed to be irrelevant to the mission at hand, but he kept a mental note on it.

Fury noticed the two very uncomfortable agents in the chairs, he just didn't care. He turned to them and he looked at them.

"This compound is owned by a Drug Lord named Zeak. You are to infiltrate and record and document, not kill and clean house. Zeak is a small fish in a very large ocean. We want the people he is in league with. They are called the Shadow Games. We don't know what they are, it is up to you to find out. Any questions?"

Bucky say the schematics change into a 3D- model of the compound.

"What should we expect for resistance?" Bucky asked

"You are not to touch, a single guard" Fury said

"Clearly, I just want to know what kind of guys we're going up against" Bucky said slightly leaning forward

"Hired help and locals" Fury said

"Ok, dumb guards, thank you" Bucky said sitting back in his chair

Fury sighed and he grabbed the I-pad and he started to walk away.

"You leave tonight" he said before he exited the room

Fury left him and Hill alone in the room and Bucky turned his attention to his partner and she stood up and walked away. Bucky put his hands together and he felt his cold lifeless metal fingers and he closed his eyes.

Bucky left the room and he walked past the doors and as he turned to his right a hand grabbed him by the arm. It was his partner and she pulled him aside and she looked rather angry.

"You listen and you listen close. If you so as much as poke a guard, I will put two in your head"

"Understood" Bucky said calmly, clearly not intimidated.

"You are under new rules, and you'd better follow them to the letter" Hill said and she walked away leaving Bucky behind.

Bucky watched as she walked away and he slightly raised his eye brows and he turned and went the other way. "What a great way to start the partnership Barnes" Bucky said to himself. He walked down another hallway and he went to the hangar. Bucky honestly didn't know what to do with himself. He wandered the hallways and he would pass someone on occasion and they would keep their eyes to the floor. Either he looked weird or they were all terrified of him.

Bucky never was the outcast, he was mostly in the middle of everything. This must have been how Steve felt his entire life, being the outcast. Bucky wished he could talk to him. He knew that he couldn't though, not to mention his girlfriend would kill him if he got close. Bucky knew it was better to stay away, for now. Bucky decided to stop his wander about and he made his way to the hangar. He was still learning the layout of the helicarrier and he would sometimes end up on the complete other side of the ship than he wanted.

Bucky would ask for directions, but whenever he got close to someone they would look away from him or they would avoid him completely and walk in a different direction. They made it pretty easy to see how they viewed him. Maybe that was how Steve felt when everyone looked down at him. Bucky passed an open door and he saw a kid with red and blue on and two big white eyes. Bucky almost felt like walking away from him.

He stopped himself and he walked into the room. The kid was reading something and he didn't seem to notice him entering. Bucky saw a chair next to him and he decided that maybe he could scare him. Bucky walked to the chair silently and he sat down. The kid was reading a comic. He didn't seem to notice that Bucky was there; he was too absorbed in his comic. Bucky decided to break the silence.

"Do you live here?" Bucky asked

The kid almost flew out of his chair as he spoke and the comic flew out of his hands and landed on the floor. The kid looked over at him. Bucky was already looking at him and he was smirking.

"Hey" Bucky said

The kid stared blankly at him and slowly put up a hand and waved slowly "Hi" Peter said

"You read comics?" Bucky said looking at the comic book on the floor.

"Only when I'm bored" Peter said slowly almost cautious as if he was waiting for a fist to the face.

"Don't worry kid, I'm a good guy now" Bucky said and the words felt weird coming out of his mouth.

"Yeah, and when had that ever stopped an assassin from killing someone?" Peter said picked up his comic and finding the page he was last on.

"By the way, where's the hangar?" Bucky asked as he looked around the room awkwardly

"Take a left and two rights, then there will be a huge door with the words hangar on it" Peter said while reading

Bucky nodded and he stood up and he patted Peter's shoulder and he felt the kid's heart beating a mile a minute. Bucky left the room and he went to the left. He took two rights and there it was, just like what the kid said a huge door with the words hangar on it. Bucky walked in and he found a Quinjet and he went into the back and he sat down in the seats. He exhaled tiredly and he put his head back against the hull and he closed his eyes. He listened to the sounds of people running around, the sound of engines coming to life and then dying. He was reminded of a memory that came to him often. The car was still running and the doors were locked. The man inside was hitting the window with his fist and the car was on fire. The fire slowly moved up the car as it ignited the gasoline that was poured over the car.

The fired moved up the wheels and melted the rubber and it continued to the hood and the fire shot up to the edge of the windshield. The fire was now completely around the car stopping at the windows. The man inside punched the window and it cracked. Then the fire connected with a small drop of gasoline of the windshield and it shot forward and leaped onto the roof of the car. Fire engulfed the car and smoke covered the windshield and the man disappeared. Bucky was standing there and he was holding a lighter and he flipped the cap back up and then his eyes opened and he was back in the Quinjet.

Bucky was sweating slightly and he rubbed his eyes, which stung. Bucky could smell the gasoline and the burnt rubber. Bucky looked around and no one was present, except for the people walking around in the hangar going from ship to ship. Bucky felt his eyes begin to fill with water and he was breathing heavily. Bucky put his hand to his face and covered himself away as his face contorted and he broke down. Bucky lightly sobbed silently and he felt the tears fall down his face and stop at his chin and drop down to his thigh. Bucky took a deep breath and he wiped his eyes and he closed them and he gathered himself and he went back to being his no emotion trained self.

Bucky sat quietly and he tried not to think about anything and slip off into silence and zone out.

Steve

Steve opened his eyes and he was facing Natasha in bed. She was still asleep and her hand was in his. Steve breathed softly so the air wouldn't hit her face with enough force to wake her. He laid there with his head against the pillow and he kept his eyes on her. She was so beautiful, her short wavy hair was slightly in her face and Steve moved it out of the way softly and slowly. Steve couldn't help but smile and he felt bliss and not a care in the world. All that mattered was who he was with.

Steve saw her slightly stir and he froze his movements afraid that he woke her. Steve watched as she started to frown. Steve looked at her closely. Her hand in his began to move and she gripped tightly. It didn't hurt him, but anyone else it would have. Her lip was trembling and her breathing became sharp and heavy as if she was running. Steve knew she was having a nightmare. He put his arm on her shoulder and she breathed faster.

"Natasha, its ok. It's just a dream" Steve said

Natasha began to shake violently as if she was fighting something. Tears were coming out of her closed eyes. Steve moved and he pulled her close and he could feel her heart beating a mile a minute and her breath was becoming sharper.

"Natasha, wake up" Steve said softly as he held her in his arms and she stopped shaking and her hand loosened its grip; only a little. Her sharp breathing became whimpering and her face was buried in Steve's shoulder.

"Steve is that you?" Natasha asked while her voice was starting to break

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm here" Steve said softly as his hand rubbed her head.

Natasha started shake again, but this time she was crying. Steve felt her tears falling onto his shoulder and traveling down his chest and to his stomach. Steve held her as she cried and she sobbed loudly and she almost seemed to be slightly screaming to help get the feelings out. Steve held her closer and her grip increased ad Steve kissed her on the head as she cried into his shoulder.

Steve held her and her sobbing became less and he heard her sniff.

"I could see them, all of them. I could hear them… their screams." Natasha said in-between sobs. "It was dark and the fire was warm and I could see them all… burning" Natasha said

"Its ok, I'm here. Nothing is going to happen." Steve said trying to think of the right thing to say, but he couldn't.

"Just hold me" Natasha said her voice muffled from his shoulder

"Ok, I'm here and I won't ever let you go" Steve said softly as he held her in his arms and she was coiled up and she was against him.