Downstairs…

"That's not in my memory," said Bucky.

"Obviously not, because you lost," she replied, smiling a little. "HYDRA was very upset that their champion was beaten. They couldn't let you know, so they wiped it."

"Makes sense."

"Yes."

While they were talking, she had been walking around and placing round disks on the wall. Bucky was quiet. He noted as she came around his right side that she was no longer shaking.

"There's something else you should know," She announced. "My name is Hero, and I'm your daughter."

Control Room…

A metaphorical bomb had just been dropped. Everyone in the control room froze.

"His daughter?" Exclaimed Ross.

"Bucky had a daughter?" Sam asked Steve.

"I had no idea," Steve replied. Tony turned around to look at Steve. Eventually everyone was looking at Captain America.

"This already presents problems since the guards can't enter the room. I need eyes on Barnes now!" Ross shouted into his walkie-talkie.

"They can't override the bay doors, Steve. What was she doing with those black disks?" Sam asked.

"Sub-level five, east wing," said Sharon. Steve nodded and stood, Sam followed suit.

"My daughter?" Bucky asked, a look of shock on his face. Hero smiled at him.

"Yes. You want the whole story?" She replied.

Bucky shrugged as best he could.

"Why not?"

Hero went to the front of the room, and sat down facing Bucky, who was staring at her. She leaned her head against the concrete, her expression far away.

"Well, it begins in 1941. The Second World War had not begun yet, and you were looking for an apple in Brooklyn."

Bucky looked confused for a moment, but Hero continued.

"There was one vendor, on that particular street. She had pretty brown hair and hazel eyes. Her name was Ingrid. But she had a dreadful secret that she told you, that you couldn't tell anyone else, not even your best friend Steve.

You got married a month later to Ingrid, possibly on a whim. Who knows, but a year later, in 1942 I was born. Unfortunately, you had go to war. I was one when you left. I have the documentation to prove it."

Bucky swallowed, and looked down at his feet.

"What happened to Ingrid?" Bucky asked. It was his wife, after all.

"She died of a broken heart." Hero replied softly. Bucky nodded.

"But that's not what I'm here for. Her dreadful secret was passed down to me. She told you something and I need to know what she told you." Hero's tone had changed to one of urgency.

"What do you mean?"

"She had a book. I need to know where the book is."

"I don't even remember being married, why do you think I would know about a book?"

Hero said nothing now, it was just the two of them sitting in silence. There was pounding and shouting outside the room.

Hero stood up, the black disks flying off the wall and into her hand. She grabbed the red book with the black star off the table.

"If you ever need me, I'll be there," Hero said. Then she vanished through the wall, a single tear dripping down her cheek.