*Your POV*

You adjust your shoulder straps as you wait for the light to turn green. The crosswalk feels crowded and uncomfortable, but the homeless shelter's only a block away, and it's been weeks since you last had a meal or a cover over your head at night. You're only going now because it's getting colder, and you would prefer not to freeze to death any time soon.

You push your hand through your hair and look around as the light goes green. You scurry across the road and stare at a man walking by. He looks familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on where you know him from. You remember how you know him and suddenly you feel like you can't breathe and you start grabbing at your chest. The man stops to help you but you jump back. You try to scream but no sound comes out. You try to push him back as he jabs something into your arm and you pass out.

...

*3rd Person POV*

Bucky slings you over his shoulder and taps his earpiece.
"Steve, we might have a problem." Steve sighs and even though Bucky can't see him, he knows that Steve has his face in his palm right now.

"What's the problem, you're meant to just walk back to the car, the missions over?!" Bucky gives a nervous chuckle and winces at every word he says.

"I may or may not have knocked out this girl that almost screamed when she saw me."

"YOU DID WHAT NOW?!?!" Bucky cringes at the sound of Steve's voice over the earpiece, and luckily for him, arrived at the car.

Steve and Nat have their mouths gaping open as Bucky just chucks you, unconscious, into the back seat. Nat looks between your limp body, Bucky's extremely casual expression, and Steve's pure shock.

"Bucky, I have so many questions. First off, what was your thought process?"

Bucky stares at Nat for a second before answering her question.

"Well, she obviously recognized me from something, and that means that she might know that I'm the winter soldier, and she was screaming when I came close, so I gave her a sleep agent, and here we are."

Nat starts driving and mutters something along the lines of, I swear to god tony is gonna kill you.

...

*Your POV*

*Flashback*

The moment the bomb went off everything seemed to stop. The ticking of the clocks was silenced as you fell no one could feel the floor. You screamed out for Missy, but just like the clocks, you couldn't be heard over the dynamite.

You watched the door fly off the frame as men came in. They grabbed you by the waist and as much as you kicked and screamed, you couldn't stop them. You whipped your head to see Missy staring at the ceiling, her body limp. You watched as Abasi coughed from the smoke, and Finn screamed for them to let you all go.

In the week you had been there the conference hall never seemed so tiny.

*Your POV*

You sit up and stare at the wall. Everything around you is a dull, clean white. You try to swing your legs off the bed, and you see a man in a lab coat standing outside. He turns around and seeing that your awake, rushes into the room.

"Please stay lying down miss." He walks hesitantly towards you and gestures for you to sit down again.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Who are you?" Even though you have a million questions, that's all you can make out. Questions like why am I here? Are you going to kill me? Did I do something? and where is my shit? What did that guy put in my arm? The man looks at something behind you, and before you can turn around to see him, the man behind you speaks.

"This is Bruce, and I am Steve. You are at Stark Tower." Steve points to the doctor, then himself, then you. You once again start to stand up, but this time you speak first.

"As much as I love waking up in strange rooms with people I don't know, I think I'll leave now." You almost make it to the door before Steve steps in front of you.

"You can't leave, not yet anyway." You scoff and try to walk past him but he once again blocks you. You pause then sigh and step forward.

"We will see about that." You punch Steve right in the nose and he stumbles back, but before you can get out you feel Bruce inject your arm and you start to pass out once again.

"Fu...."

They put you back under.

...

You open your eyes and once again see the dull white room. You sit up and go to cradle your head a the room starts spinning, but your arms are bound to the rails of the bed. Once you can tell which way up is again, you look at the crowd of people around you. You look past them to see your backpack tipped on the ground and your very few possessions flung on the ground.

"Real nice guys." You say tugging at the straps on your wrist. "I knew that avengers had no respect for buildings, but personal property too? Wow." They just look at you silently until Tony starts to talk.

"You didn't have much, but this diary is quite interesting." He holds up a small book and your eyes go wide. He notices your reaction and keeps going.

"Now, there's not any feelings written in here, sadly. I love a juicy bit of gossip. But there is a page called trigger words, and that seems very interesting." Steve looks at him, confused. You look directly at tony and lean forward as much as you can.

"I know you have a tendency to do stupid things so I'm gonna warn you. Don't do something you'll regret, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

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A/N

Sorry for the short chapter,  just wanted to get this story started. I've already planned most of this story, but I'm super open to changing things like the love interest, or other plot points. I hope you enjoy the story!