"So we just sit here?" I asked dully, laying on the couch. We were stuck in Stark tower, ever since school was temporarily cancelled. It was 'too dangerous' for students to be there after the bombing, but nothing I could do about it. We tried not to let the situation dampen our spirits. After all, we had just become real superheroes. "How about a drink, huh?" Tony asked, holding a bottle. "Tony... We're underage..." Bruce mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "It's not like we're goi- what the hell?" Tony exclaimed, holding up his ringing phone. It read 'Nick Fury', his contact photo from Halloween; he was a pirate.

"It's like he had a third sense," Tony gaped, before picking up the phone. "Stark," he said quickly. I heard a large banter from inside the phone, in which Tony jumped in surprise, holding the phone apart from his year. "Yup... No problem... Oh really.... Anything else? On it," he said, clicking off.

"They know who it was," he said simply, plopping down next to me. "Who?" I curiously asked. "The bomber, he's called the winter soldier,"

Natasha crossed her arms, "and?"

"We're assigned to stop him," Tony finished, throwing a pillow at Clint when he reached for the remote. "Doctor who is the best. Change it over my dead body," he scoffed, glaring at Clint. "Is there anything else we know about this Soldier of Winter?" Thor asked."Nope, but I plan to," Tony replied, raising his eyebrows.

"That's not all..." He continued, looking down. "We cant handle this as a team, it seems there are multiple threats going on. We gotta split," he sighed, pulling out his phone once more. "Clint, Fury has a special mission for you," he dictated first. "On it," he sighed. "By the way Nat, we'll finish our project later," he said, quickly exiting the room. "We've got to do a project on Budapest for geography," she mentioned.

"Thor, you've got a little brother trouble up in space," Tony chuckled. "For the love of-" he groaned, "I must deal with Loki, my friends. Farewell," he bellowed, flying outside the open sliding door, catapulting off the balcony.

"Bruce, you don't have a mission. Just stay calm," Tony said slowly, patting Bruce on the back. "No problem," Bruce grumbled. "Nat and Steve, you guys gotta deal with the Winter Soldier," Tony continued. "Yeah, and what'll you be doing?" Natasha asked, crossing her arms. "I'll be dealing with the Mandarin, that weird terrorist from the news,"

"Good luck," I praised him, just as he let the metal surround him. "Thanks... Bruce, I'll walk you out," he finished. Once they exited the room, I turned to Nat. "Tell me what we're up against," I ordered, letting Natasha think over her answer. "He could be Hydra," she answered simply, biting her lip. "Hydra?" I questioned, feeling the foreign word on my tongue. "Like Shield, but for bad guys. He could be their latest protégé," she concluded, rolling her eyes. I pondered over our next step. "Let's check out the crime scene," I suggested, starting to lead Natasha out.

As we descended in the elevator, a ringing burst through my pocket. Peggy's picture lit up my phone, "hello?" I answered. "Steve! Steve, you have to leave now!" Peggy cried exasperatedly. Natasha gave me a worried look, but I focused on my girlfriend. "We're at Stark Tower, we're safe," I explained, nearing the first floor, patiently waiting for the doors to open.

"Steve, he's on his way! He's ther-"

The minute the metal doors had separated, a blinding blast rang through my ears, catapulting Nat and I into the smoldering elevator wall. My phone was thrown aside, and I finally realized my shield was over Natasha, leaving myself open for shards to cut open my skin. "Thanks," Natasha breathed, not getting up. "No problem, it was an instinct," I replied, propping her up.

"I'm ready now, let's get him," Natasha groaned, getting to her feet. "Him? You seem so sure to who this is," I commented. "Well, that's why Peggy was calling right? The winter soldier was coming," she answered, pulling a gun out. "Good observation," I noted.

I had barely finished my sentence when two teenagers lunged at us. Their muscular arms trying to wrap around me. I took on a black haired kid, throwing bone crushing punches.
He landed a few good ones, but I flipped over him,
Rolling on my shield. Kicking squarely in his back, his head bashed against the wall, knocking him out. "I finished first," Natasha panted, standing beside her attacker. "Mines bigger," I jokingly countered, glaring at my footprint marked across his school logo.

A skull with tentacles, the words Hail Hydra below.

*****

"I see some computers!" Natasha exclaimed, as we neared the library. "And?" I asked. She flashed something in front of face, small and black. "I nicked a flash drive off of them. It's been connected to Hydra computers, I can hack ghost history and get in," she explained. "Do it," I commanded, running down the hall.

My lonely footsteps echoed across the floor, until the alone anymore. The Winter Soldier clad in black stopped down the hall. His dark circled eyes were his only revealing feature. A mask covered his lower face, and his long, greased hair shielded most of his face.

His left arm was silver metal, a single red star marking the cold plate. "We going to do this?" I called.

He simply took a step forward.

Punches were being thrown, his metal arm faster than any known human. His techniques mirrored mine in complexity, his eyes only displaying glistening tar emptiness. As if, he was once someone, and that person was long gone.

As soon as his hand reached for a grenade, I flipped over him, ripping off his mask as the grenade clattered to the floor. I finally got a look at him.

"Bucky?" I managed.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" He spat. Then it went dark.