Supers had been going missing, so S.H.I.E.L.D called in Captain America, Falcon, and the Winter Soldier to help bring them home.

The heroes that had been going missing sent out a strange signal with each disappearance. "It may not be easy," Fury explained.

"If it was easy you wouldn't need us." Cap replied.

"Always the cocky one Steve." Fury replied. He handed each hero an iphone. "This has, the last known signal of Iron Man, Black Widow, and Hawkeye."

"They have Natasha?" Steve asked, his brow furrowed.

"That's why Tony won't pick up my damn calls." Sam mumbled.

Bucky's lips pursed. "We will do our best to bring them back. Can't have the Avengers when half of them are missing."

Fury nodded. "Take heed, don't put yourself in a bad situation, if you find them call for backup."

The three nodded and headed out towards the location, Sam used his wings, Bucky drove an unmarked truck, while Steve drove his motorcycle. They arrived at an old warehouse, they were walking around weapons ready, Cap had his shield pressed close to his chest. He was unsure how he felt about this mission. If someone could have kidnapped Hawkeye and Black Widow they had to be pretty smart and strong.

"There is nothing here." Bucky muttered as he kicked over an old bucket, rats scattered out of it causing Sam to jump in surprise. They ran under floorboards and Steve lowered himself to check it out.

"You are too brash Buck." Steve mumbled. "Give it a second."

He lowered his shield and pried up a floorboard, the three looked down and noticed a latch. They began to pry them up one by one, Bucky turned his eyes narrowed. "Something isn't right."

"What's wrong Buck?"

"I feel like there is someone watching us..."

The other two stood up, but they couldn't see or hear anyone. They shook it off, but Bucky could still feel something watching, he was sure of it. Yet he didn't know if he was crazy, sometimes things still felt fuzzy. There were relapses, and days he still had to ask what was real or not. He shook it off and lowered himself down to help pry up the rest of the boards. Once the wood was discarded in a heap to the side they opened the hatch. It was big enough for the three to climb into. "I'll keep watch." Sam suggested.

"I would rather stay and keep watch." Bucky replied.

Cap and Sam looked between one another, it may be safer to keep Bucky out of a tight knit space. The Winter Soldier kept his guard up, weapons out. Steve and Sam made their way through the open hatch and down a small tunnel, the tunnel led to an opening. They emerged shortly after, the lights in the dim lit room flickered making it harder to see within. There was a single file on a metal table.

Sam held his fist up stopping Steve from grabbing it, "could be booby trapped." Captain America shrugged, he didn't necessarily think it was. If someone took that much effort hiding it he didn't think it would be booby trapped. He humored Sam allowing him to do a quick check. He was thorough, he ran his hands along the area keeping a distance. There was nothing there, Sam nodded and stepped back. "Clear."

Cap nodded a thanks and opened the folder, inside was a single piece of paper with an address on it as well as a single sentence. "You'll only find your friends if you come too."

"Someone knew we would come looking," Sam muttered, "maybe Bucky was right and there is someone watching us."

The two locked eyes and raced back towards the entrance of the hole. "Buck! Bucky!"

Bucky turned around as the two climbed back up. "Are you both good?"

"Oh thank God."

"What?"

Steve handed Bucky the paper, he cocked his head looking it up and down. "They knew we would come because of the signal, is there any other reason they would put something like this down there?"

The two shrugged, but they were just glad Bucky hadn't been one of those friends they had to go searching for. They each put the address in their GPS trackers and made their way out, they met a black down the road before climbing up the side of a building. The three were eying the location, it looked fairly normal. "Should we split up when we go inside?"

"I think we should."

The group nodded and made their way inside from different entry points. The three quickly realized the place was a TV Studio, it had multiple floors, sets that were different from one another. The plan was for each person to take over two floors, Bucky had one and two, Steve three and four, while Sam had five and six. They would reconvene on the eighth floor. They needed to do a sweep and see if they could find anything, or their friends.

Bucky was moving but staying in the shadows, he didn't want anyone to see him. He still wasn't fully sure what they were getting into, the only thing he did know was that people were going missing, people he cared about. Bucky continued to make his way through the level, his eyes narrowed. He didn't truly know what was going on, but he was determined to be helpful and do what he needed to do. He was still struggling with what was real and what wasn't. He froze when he heard a sound, he pressed himself against a column hoping not to be spotted by whatever made the noise. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to scan the location, that was when he spotted a blinking light.

"Welcome Bucky Barnes to the show everyone!" Bucky froze, someone's voice rang out across the room. "We are very excited to have him join the show, but first before he can meet our special guy we better get him ready, don't you think?"

Bucky was trying to figure out if he was talking to someone or not, he then noticed more blinking and then it hit him. He was being recorded, he tried to move before the room around him changed, he was in an obstacle course like room. There were vaults and hoops and bars, and then he saw the man who was speaking. He looked mostly human, however the upper right half of his face was robotic in nature, his left hand was also more mechanical, however Bucky didn't believe it was the same as his own arm. He eyed the man up and down as he attempted to shoot him, the man only put on the biggest smile as the bullets bounced off an invisible shield. He readjusted his silver tie and smoothed back his black hair. "Bucky Barnes, as our first contestant in our show let's get your game started. I'm The Host as everyone knows, and you are going to have to complete this obstacle course to move on."

Bucky growled, he didn't want to play games, he wanted this guy put away. He wanted to find his friends, however there seemed to be no way out of this place. Bucky looked over the course, it seemed easy enough. "Now before you begin one last thing, if you do not follow the moves on the screen you are not able to pass the course."

Bucky growled again before he saw the big screen light up. He blanched, the moves were ballet and gymnastics like. "Follow the moves on screen, get past the course and you'll move on."

If moving on meant finding his people that meant he had to do as he was told by this The Host guy. Bucky grunted but did as he was told, he looked over the screen, the ballerina on screen did a spin with one foot up the other planted on the ground, he grumbled this was idotic. He moved his body as she did however, his arm shining in the bright lights that felt blinding. A Pirouette seemed easy enough but as he spun the floor began to move, he did a jump to get away, he looked up toward the screen and saw it changed to a gymnastics routine, he had to grab the bar and spin before landing on his toes to do another Pirouette. Bucky took a running start, he easily grasped the bar, vaulted himself over it before landing as he was directed. The Host seemed pleased by his performance so far, there wasn't anything dangerous, yet. Bucky did another spin, this felt ridiculous to him. He continued to watch the screen, another vault here, another spin there. Then he felt something was wrong, as he continued to spin there was a sort of dust that seemed to fill the room. The Host was clearly safe from it due to the seemingly impenetrable force field but Bucky was not so lucky as the pink sparkly dust began to get into his lungs.

Bucky grabbed for a wall to steady himself as he coughed, but the dust seemed to be inside of him. He continued to cough before he noticed his voice was changing, he blinked a few times before he twisted inward, as if shielding himself from something. "Ah.. N- What the f..."

"Ah its beginning, make your bets now everyone. How will the great Winter Soldier react to their new form?"

Bucky shielded his eyes as the lights seemed to intensify. "Everyone, welcome Becky Barnes."

Becky.

As the name came to his mind a faint pride began to fill his chest.

Bucky blinked a few times, his cheeks felt like they were being brushed softly as he blinked before he realized he looked down at himself. He let out a strangled noise, he had boobs. He was a girl? He began to panic, then there was another bit of the dust and his mind began to grow fuzzy. He couldn't understand it, everything felt strange, yet the past few minutes began to change in his mind, he was no longer doing it for his safety, but for his enjoyment.

He let out a soft groan and dropped to his knees as everything went black.

Steve was making his way towards the stairs, he was frustrated there didn't seem to be anything here. He was hoping Bucky or Sam had found something. Steve grabbed the hand of the door in an attempt to go up the stairs before he realized it was locked. He kicked it as hard as he could but it still didn't budge. "Everybody, let's welcome Steve Rogers to our game."

He looked up in surprise, the voice sounded very close. He slowly made his way down the stairs, his shield held tight in his arm. "Welcome Captain America to the show." Steve grunted as he stepped down the final stair. He was almost sure he could hear clapping from some unknown location. He spotted the man who had spoken to an unseen audience, Cap tossed his shield, the man didn't even flinch as it flew towards him. Steve ducked as the shield came flying back at him after it hit a forcefield.

His shield hit the nearest wall with a crash as it literally embedded into the wall. Steve raced towards his shield in an attempt to reach it. "I wouldn't do that, we have to get this going. Now," the man clapped his hands together. Steve noted he was like Bucky in that he had only one human hand, the other robotic looking. "We have a game for you to complete before we go further."

"What did you do to my people?"

"You'll find out soon enough, if you complete the game you'll be able to find out. Please, make this easier on all of us." Steve gave him a dirty look before he waited for an explanation. "If you'd like to see your friends, and Be-Bucky, I suggest you continue."

"What did you do to Bucky!"

"They are fine, but you are going to want to do as I say or you may never see the Winter Soldier again. So Captain America, let's go on with our game." He brought his hands together with a smile.

"Everyone welcome Captain America to the game of Shock or be Shocked."

Cap narrowed his eyes, that didn't sound good. He also noticed his voice had gone up an octave and realized they hadn't been recording their conversation, but now he had noticed the blinking lights of cameras. "If you look at the monitors you will see a series of images, you must replicate the look or you'll be shocked."

Steve couldn't see a single monitor but within a blink of an eye the walls all seemed to light up as if they had only been resembling real walls, there was also a series of clothing wracks, makeup kits, and wigs that popped up around the room beside him. "Your first image stars now."

Steve looked up at the monitor, he had to find his people. He had to find Bucky. There was a picture of a woman with red lipstick and eyeliner. He grumbled and pulled off his mask before he searched the makeup counters. He looked into the mirror and began to line his lip, he felt ridiculous but what else was he supposed to do. He couldn't even reach this mad man, and weirdly this was not that bad of a game. He just didn't like the makeup, or clothes. Hell he was pretty sure he would rip the dresses with his muscles. He finally got the makeup on as best he could and looked up at the man.

"Excellent. No shock for you but we are shocked and inspired, Rogers. Next image!"

Steve snapped the eyeliner pen in his hand as he saw the next image. The woman was in a crop-top, short shorts, and had blush on with the current makeup look he already had going on. He snarled as he put on the blush. "I'm not undressing." Steve snarled.

A buzz sound ran through the room. Steve dropped to his knees in pain as shocks ran through his body. "The next image."

Steve gripped the table beside him tightly, cracking the wood as he pulled himself off the floor. The image showed a blonde wig being put on, he made his way towards the wigs and put it on over his head. He growled as he looked up at the man, this was the worst thing he had been put through, and that was saying something.

"Excellent. Now the final image, must get this right, there is a changing room by the way if you are that concerned." Steve looked up, the woman's makeup and hair was just as his were now. She was wearing a sleek, sparkling blue dress. He spotted it on the wrack almost immediately, he plucked it off the wrack with a grump and stormed into the changing space. As he pulled the dress over his muscles and curves he began to feel funny, he almost felt good in the dress.

Was there something in this makeup?

He looked up and noticed specks of some sort of dust twinkling down over him, he began to cough as he stumbled out of the changing room. "We have a winner, what a most wonderful outfit! Congrats Stephanie you have moved onto the next round."

Steve dropped to his knees, the dress felt as if it was fitting him better as he hit the ground with a groan. Everything was changing, he blinked a few more times before everything went black.

Sam was looking over the rooftop, he was curious to see if there were any secret entrances to a new building or possibly people hiding on the top floor. He couldn't see anything and it was clear this was just an old building. He made his way down the stairs so he was on the official top floor when he heard a strange noise, it was robotic in the way that it seemed to be beckoning him. Sam made his way towards the sound, that wasn't normal. He hadn't heard it earlier, nor did he hear anything more. He was silent for a moment before he noticed floating hoops began to appear above his head. "Welcome Sam Wilson to the pre-game."

Sam turned quickly, The Host smiled. "Who are you?"

"I have both Captain America, and the Winter Soldier, so I suggest if you want to see them you play the game. It's okay, just play the game. Since you have those mighty fine wings of yours your task is to go through each and every hoop that is gold. You may go through silver hoops, you must avoid red hoops."

"If I don't?"

"You can always find out if you do it instead of listening to the rules of the game. I can tell you that it will be harmful if you do not follow the rules."

Sam nodded, he needed to find Bucky and Steve. He lifted himself up towards the ceiling, he began to zoom through the hoops. At first there were no other colors than silver, but soon he saw both the red and the gold. He began to move towards the golden hoops as he had been instructed, the first three did nothing but gave a pleasant ding. He continued to move through the hoops until he went through a gold one, once through he felt his face get a bit heavy. He didn't know what it was but it was makeup. He continued until he accidentally hit a red one. He screamed in pain as his body felt shocks running through him. "Gah..."

"As we said, do not go through the red hoops, continue, you are looking great so far." That comment oddly made Sam feel good but he didn't know why. Something was messing with his head.

He continued to go in and out of the hoops until he saw another golden one. A red one suddenly appeared right before the golden hoop. He yelped as he dove downward before he made his way upward towards the gold one to avoid it. He finally hit it as he intended to, he let out a soft groan as he felt his clothes being physically changed, he no longer wore his suit. Instead it was replaced with a pretty dress that resembled his suits colors. "Gah.. What in the world..."

"You are almost finished! A few more hoops."

Sam continued to move through the hoops until finally he reached the last two. A smile lit up on The Host's face as he entered the hoops as intended. He looked as if he had longer hair as well. He felt almost good with the way his hair was done and how the dress was fitting him, his face was done up well. Sam went to lower himself but the space under him became one large hoop. He fell into it and the same dust began to cover him like a blanket. His body type began to change and the wig became a physical part of him. He blinked a few times before he hit the ground with a pained cry before everything grew black once more. "Everyone, welcome Samantha to the game!"

Becky, Samantha, and Stephanie woke up in another room, they were sitting on a stage. Each on their own chair. They each blanked a few times before they realized that they were sitting on a stage at something that looked like a beauty pageant. They each looked at one another taking in one anothers vision. They were all dressed in lovely gowns, their hair done up, and their faces were covered in a nice set of makeup. Their memories were completely wiped, their brains felt fuzzy but something was certainly going on. Becky looked to her arm, she wondered why she had an iron arm but it was an afterthought as The Host appeared once more.

"Welcome everyone, today we have three new contestants. Samantha Wilson, Stephanie Rogers, and Becky Barnes, we are excited to have you compete in a beauty pageant to go on a date with the impeccable John Walker."

The three blinked, they swore two seconds before there had not been a crowd full of people cheering and clapping. The hose was sitting at a basic TV host stand, his smile wide. John Walker stepped into the room. He waved the crowd before he waved to the girls on stage who would be fighting for his hand at a date. Becky blushed, he sure was handsome. "The three of you have 30 minutes to go to the back, find yourself the prettiest outfit that fits your personality, then we will have you come back out. You get a chance to explain to our man John Walker here as to why you should be the lucky lady that he takes out on a date."

The three girls nodded in agreement, they raced off into the back room to get really ready for the possibility of the date with the man. Their minds felt blurry, but it felt very clear to them that this was their life, they just couldn't remember how they got there. They were looking the clothing options up and down. "This date will be mine." Becky smirked. "Y'all don't even stand a chance."

Samantha rolled her soft brown eyes. "Oh honey, you're the one who doesn't stand a chance with your little accent there. You don't fool me, you may be southern drawl but you certainly don't seem to have the sunny demeanor of a little farm girl."

Stephanie looked between the two girls, swearing she felt familiar with both. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair and tried to insert herself between them. "We can all get along can't we? Plus I feel like I know you ladies from somewhere, I think we should all be friends."

"Bitch, you better shove that bubbly personality down cause being all happy and friendly isn't going to get you anywhere." Samantha snarked, she narrowed her eyes and walked away. Stepahnie lowered her eyes, she tried not to cry as she heard the comment.

Becky made her way over to Stephanie. "Hey, it's okay darlin' we can be friends that doesn't mean I'll be nice to ya' while we are battling to get a date with that man though." Stephanie smiled wide.

Stephanie sniffled a bit, trying not to ruin her makeup. She twisted her blonde hair between her fingers. "Really?"

"Course." Becky smiled, her brown curls were mid length. The two looked at one another for a moment. They felt like they knew one another, yet they couldn't place it. For a moment Stephanie's smile faded.

"B-..."

"Becky," she extended her arm out. Stephanie quickly took it and shook her hand.

"Stephanie."

The two parted ways once more while they looked for clothes to wear. Samantha was running a brush through her brown hair before she began to curl it, she was humming to herself before she began to do her makeup. Her brown doe eyes looked back at her. "You're going to get this date, because you are that Bitch."

She giggled to herself. She was more than happy, she truly saw herself as the one that would win this dating show. Stephanie was unsure about herself, she wanted to wear something that would resemble herself but if she was being honest she didn't truly understand or know who she was. She began to look through the clothing options. She didn't truly know why but a red dress caught her attention. She pulled it off the hook, the dress red and sparkly. The top was a lighter color than the bottom which Stephanie really enjoyed. It was a fishtail dress so it would accentuate her curves. She smiled as she got it on, it fit like a glove. She found white gloves to go with it and a blue hair piece. It felt just right.

Her blonde hair was soon curled, added volume was the goal. Finally Stephanie was fully dressed, makeup done, the only thing she needed now was her shoes. She looked through the many different types, flats, heels and more. Stephanie picked up a pair of heels, she was already pretty tall but she thought it would work out great. She placed the sparkling white shoes on examining herself in the mirror. She smiled and waved to herself, something still felt so off yet there was some sort of bar in her memory and she couldn't figure out why it felt off. She shook her head, this was no time to question what was going on, she just had to keep going.

Becky looked over the many outfit options, she smiled softly as she found an A-line dress. It was silver and sparkled under the overhead lights, she looked over the shoes and accessories. She picked a pair of shoes that matched, they had a slight heel, she got her hair into a bouncy up-do and began to work on her makeup.

She looked exquisite, the lightning lit her up beautifully. She looked over her metal arm, flashes of a hard winter and men she didn't recognize crossed her mind. She blinked a few times before they disappeared.

Samantha noticed the other two were already dressed, she looked up at the clock and knew she needed to pick an outfit that went with her masterfully done makeup. The examined the dresses with a smile, she found a long gown that flowed to the ground with only one shoulder and a slit. She knew she had to show off her assets. She found a few with the same look that were different colors. She smiled as she picked the dark blue option. She twirled as she looked herself over, she was banging. Even if the judge didn't pick her, she knew she looked wonderful. She found a pair of heels that added a bit more length to her already long legs. They were off white but they fit perfectly with her dress. She spun a few more times before she steadied herself against the long mirror, a flash of the clouds and the feeling of air running through her hair sent shivers down her spine before she heard the announcer which snapped her back to the game.

"Ladies, I hope you are ready because time is up!"

The three scurried back to the stage, the crowd cheered and waved trying to get a glimpse of the three powerful women. The girls waved in response to their cheers. Stephanie felt she remembered being on a stage once, being cheered for like this yet it wasn't within this lifetime, she blinked a few times trying to keep focus. The lights were bright and they were doing their best not to squint, the judge and the man waiting to get his chance at asking them questions and seeing them perform for him was jittering where he stood. "Well don't these three look just lovely! Let's see them do a twirl."

Each woman did a slight spin before the crowd, cheers and whistles filled up the studio. "Now ladies, it is time for our bachelor to ask you all some questions. Now lets begin. John, go on and ask the ladies questions."

At first the questions were pretty basic, favorite color, favorite activity. It took the girls a minute to respond, they were still a bit foggy but they were answering as expected before the questions got a little more intense. "If you could avoid one thing, what activity would you not want to do?"

Memories of past traumas hit them like a truck, they couldn't understand why they were seeing it out of body, but they knew they had responses that didn't make sense to their brains yet they felt compelled that this was the right response.

"Well, I'm not that big of a fan of the ocean." Stephanie replied softly, she tried to keep composure, she didn't know why she just didn't want to go near the water. "So I would not like to go swimming in the ocean, but we sure could walk along the beach."

John smiled, he wondered how much they remembered about their lives. "What about you Becky?"

"Well darlin, I don't care for trains much. I would not like to go on a train ride anywhere." She grinned big, she glanced to her arm, was it a train accident?

"You Samantha?"

"Well, I do like flying but I am not a big helicopter fan. So I wouldn't want to go on a helicopter ride." Samantha replied. "For you honey, I'd try most things though."

The crowd oooed a bit, John smirked at her flirting. "Can I see you each to another twirl?"

The girls obliged and spun around just for him once more. He whistled as he looked them over. He continued to ask them questions and they continued to answer, some questions took longer to respond to as it was clear they didn't know how to respond. Their minds uncertain about the situation at hand. Yet they continued to push through.

"Now lets see how the crowd and John feels about your outfits."

Each girl stepped up before the crowd, cheers and whistles were heard throughout the room. John would clap the same amount for each girl not wanting one to feel outweighed by the other, Samantha stuck out her leg pulling her dress slightly to the side with a smile on her face, Becky glared at her but quickly brought the smile back on. Samantha let out a soft hiss as she attempted to get into the spotlight a bit better before Stephanie stepped forward. Clapping began to erupt once more before they stepped back in a line.

"Ladies, before John decides on who the girl that won the date is please go back to the dressing room. There is a work out suit for each of you, we want to see what you can do."

Each girl nodded and made their way to the back. "I sure know I am going to be his choice." Becky smirked as she peeled her dress off, each girl's bodysuit matched their current dress colors. They were a bit surprised but wondered if they had a ton of these in different colors and these so happened to be picked out after they had picked out their outfits. The girls returned to the stage. "Now, let's see you all do some gymnastics and dances."

Everyone nods, each person watches the screen. There are some tumbling, ballet routines, and more. Samantha began to spin and flipped, she stumbled slightly on the uneven bit of ground but she saved it so hardly anyone noticed, but John did see it. People clapped, Becky did some more spins, her figure kept everyone's eyes, finally it was Stephanie's turn. Stephanie waved to everyone before she followed the actress on the screen. She tumbled, spun, and landed perfectly. Everyone clapped once more, she stepped forward into the light and John was mystified by how perfect the routine was.

Everyone was watching and waiting to see who won.

"Now," the Host smiled as he stood over them, "John, who is it that you want to go on a date with."

"Well," John looked over at the girls with a grin. "I would love to go on a date with each one of you, but I know I have to pick only one of you."

"We'd all be happy to go on a date with you darlin." Becky said, everyone giggled at her reply.

John smiled big. "We sure do agree, we want to see you more." Stephanie said with a big smile.

"I know I would love to do it." Samantha grinned, her body turned towards John rather than the crowd.

"Well then, while I am picking one, I will go on a date with you all."

The girls were smiling wide. "The one who I believe won this, is Stephanie Rogers." The spot-light flashed to her. She had wide eyes and was clearly excited. The other two girls gave her a dirty look, they were at least happy that they would get a date with this handsome agent. Stephanie stepped forward and John dipped her with a grin.

The Host smiled, he couldn't wait for the next group of heroes to try and come save those already lost. "Till the next Super Dating Game, I am your Host."