AN: Disclaimer, I own (as much as I would like to) nothing but the plot. All the characters belong to their rightful creators.
The location for this is set from First Avenger through to Civil War.
If you don't like it, stop reading, and no need to leave a nasty review about it.

Capturing the animals

BPOV (Bella)

My baby brother had left the door open again, and the bird and cat he was watching for the neighbor had gotten out.

He panicked that he wasn't going to get paid the money that Mrs Edwards had promised, and he begged me to help him. Reluctantly, I agreed. I spent hours just trying to find the stupid animals. I had just been able to catch them when Steve walked outside and handed me a pack of cigarettes.

"Bucky came by and asked me to give you these. He got his orders."

"Why didn't you come and tell me? I wanted to see him."

"He shouldn't be far if you wanted to catch him; he would only be roughly a few blocks, maybe half a mile."

"You go. I'm still wrangling these animals for you. You at least owe me for that."

"Fine, I'll try to catch him. Why do you want to see him so bad?"

"Go, Steve."

"Okay. Okay. I'm going."

Once I got the animals inside, I closed the windows while I still had a hold of them and then let them go before I made my way outside with the cigarettes that Steve handed me from Bucky.

"Where are the animals?" Steve asked once he got back.

"Upstairs in the apartment. I put them both in your room, so close the door when you go inside this time."

"Come on, Bella, it was a mistake."

"I'm not doing this again, so be careful." I watched Steve walk away up the stairs of our apartment that we had shared since our parents died.

"You wanted to see me, doll?" I heard from behind me. I couldn't help the smile that forced itself upon my face at the sound of that voice.

"Yes, I did. I should be mad at you for not telling me about this—about you getting drafted."

"I couldn't tell you. You know how I feel about you, Doll. It would break my heart to see you upset."

"You should have told me to my face, regardless." I huffed before asking, "Do you know where you're going to be? What division?"

"Sergeant James Barnes, part of the 107ᵗʰ Infantry Regiment. I will be heading out to England first thing." He was trying to sound brave. It wasn't working.

"Well, stay with us tonight. I'll make dinner, and Steve and I can see you off in the morning."

"You know I can't do that, Doll."

"Yes. You can. What would you do otherwise?"

"Spend it with my family."

"Aren't I your family, James?"

"You know you are, but I haven't told my sister about us yet." He had been saying that since we got married three months ago.

"Fine. Go."

"Bella. Come on. Don't be like this."

"Like what? I'm tired of being your dirty little secret. I'm your wife. Yet you can't even tell your family about me. I wanted one night with you before the possibility of you getting drafted and going off to War. I didn't realize that I couldn't even ask for that." I turned and walked inside.

I didn't bother to tell Bucky how hurt this made me, to let him see how upset I honestly was about all of this.

A week later, Steve told me that he had been able to sign up for the Army under Doctor Erskine. There was no goodbye, no nothing—just that he had joined and that he was leaving.

I sat at home for months waiting for news about either of them.

Then it came—a letter in the mail.

"Mrs Barnes,

I am sorry to inform you that Sergeant James Barnes has been declared missing in action behind enemy lines..."

I couldn't read anymore. Bucky was missing. I suppose I should be glad that he put me down as his next of kin.

I cried for hours before forcing myself to stop and try to devise a plan. I needed to find my husband.

Due to my experience, I was able to get a job as a nurse fairly easily. When I requested to be sent to help our troops on the Front line, they all looked at me like I was crazy, but I was determined.

Once I arrived, I was met by a lovely British woman who introduced herself as Peggy.

"So, what brings you here?"

"Other than denial? I hoped to be able to help the troops."

"What are you in denial about?"

"My husband is presumed missing, and my brother hasn't contacted me in too long."

"Who are your husband and Brother?"

"Sergeant James Barnes and Steve Rogers," I answered her. She looked genuinely surprised, which morphed into curiosity.

"I wasn't aware that Captain Rogers had a sister."

"I wasn't aware that he was a Captain. But then I was surprised that he was accepted into the Army at all, considering his long list of medical issues."

"Yes. Well, Steve is something of a hero around here; he single-handedly went behind enemy lines and saved nearly four hundred men, one of whom was your husband. He had put together a group to go back behind enemy lines to try and dismantle the enemy's stronghold. It was during this mission that Sergeant Barnes was lost. I was about to go and meet up with him now. Would you care to join me? I'm sure that he would love to see you." Peggy asked me.

"Thank you, I would love to. I would also like to know what happened to my husband. Maybe my scrawny little brother can tell me." I laughed even though it was without humor.

I followed her to a run-down building. When we entered, I saw only one man sitting at a table, a drink in front of him. Maybe Steve was around here somewhere, getting something for this guy.

"Steve, someone here is waiting to see you, maybe ask you about Sergeant Barnes."

"I would rather not talk to anyone right now." That sounded like my brother. I walked up closer; I saw the faint birthmark on the back of his neck, the same one my brother has.

This can't be. I was furious. Was this my brother? I slapped him hard across the back of the head, and not just once. He cowered like my stupid brother did when I gave him what for.

"What the hell have you gone and done, Stephen Grant Rogers!"

"Bella?! What are you doing here? Can you stop hitting me!"

"No. What the hell have you done to yourself?"

"I joined the Army." He just sat there, looking scared and worried. I glared at him before looking around.

"What happened to Bucky Steve?"

"We were on this train, fighting these Hydra soldiers. He ended up blowing the side of the train. Bucky went through the gap. I tried to get him, Bella, but the bar he was holding onto came off, and he fell. I'm sorry, Bella." Steve said he started to break down.

Something didn't feel right. I know my husband. Well, I thought I knew him.

"Do you remember what direction that was?" Steve just nodded before asking me why I wanted to know.

"Something doesn't feel right,"

"I'm sure that we have done everything that we can in the search for your husband," Peggy said. I had honestly forgotten about her.

"I hope so, too."

"Husband? You got married?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

"Who is he?"

"I married Bucky three months before he was drafted."

"You didn't tell me."

"You had so much on your plate, especially with the devastating loss of our parents. We had meant to share everything with you the night before he left, but life had other plans. I remember how heartbroken you were when you lost those silly animals, and I did my best to help you find them. Everything just changed so quickly." I whispered. I left the room; I didn't want to think about the past. I wanted to find Bucky. Steve had pointed me in the right direction. I made the decision to wait until nightfall before I left. I had stolen some men's clothes that would fit me, and I was ready to go by the time night fell.

It took me a couple of days; the cold was bitter, and there hadn't been any fresh snow. I was starting to give up when I found the first clue that I was on the right path. There were some broken branches, and I found an arm; clearly, it had been ripped off of the man. Picking up, I studied it, looking for any sign that could have led me to Bucky. I saw the scar on his hand from when he and Steve rode at Coney Island. Bucky was cut up from one of the rusted metal poles.

Bucky had his arm either cut off or torn off. I needed to find out which way he was taken. Or if he was, in fact, taken.

The fact that my brother, Bucky's so-called Best friend, was not out here looking for him also made me rather mad.

I know that Bucky would go to the ends of the earth to find out what happened to Steve. He wouldn't give up, as it looked like Steve had.

I didn't get far when I became surrounded by soldiers. Before I could say anything, I was taken Prisoner.

=Time skip =

I was awoken once again, and the words were said. I was given a mission. The same memory of a proposal flashed in my mind; it was the same as it always was—it always did when I woke—but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

My mission was to retrieve important Hydra files that had been taken and kill anyone who got in my way. No matter the cost.

The files were in the hands of the enemy. Eliminate him.

The Target's name never mattered. I was shown a picture of the target and given my leave.

Making my way to America, I quickly became oriented to where my target was. Once I identified my target, it didn't take me long to start my task.

Once I immobilized the car he was in, I walked over to initiate the final kill and collect the files, only to find no one in the car.

This annoyed me. Failure was not an option.

It took me a couple of hours to find him again and successfully eliminate my target. However, another chased after me, throwing a shield at me, which I easily caught. I threw it back and ran while he was distracted, running to meet my handler.

Once I arrived at my handler's location, I sat next to another Winter Soldier and placed my gun on the table beside the one already there.

We both got our next mission. I would be going after the files Hydra needed, and the Soldier next to me would be going after and eliminating Captain America.

The handler's maid came in, and he picked up my weapon. I believed then I had done something wrong and I was about to die.

This I accepted.

The Soldier next to me grabbed my leg. Something about it felt familiar like I had felt it before.

Our handler ended up killing the woman who interrupted us.

I couldn't help but feel relieved before I shut down that feeling.

It would interfere with the job.

When we both were given our leave, we picked up our weapons and went about our missions.

I got the intel that my handler was after and took it back to base. Subtly, I looked around for the Soldier I met my handler with.

But he was nowhere. He had yet to come back to base.

My superiors decided I had been out too long and said the words I hated most.

"Wipe her and start over."

I knew what that meant. I was going back on ice until I was needed again. There was no point in fighting.

AN: Let me know your thoughts and if I should continue this.