Steven had changed the entire mission plan, absolutely determined to not let Bucky die.

If everything went according to plan, they wouldn't even need Bucky, because they would go around all the damned booby traps. The blond visibly shivered as he remembered his best friend stepping straight into the waiting, hidden blade. The moment of the shock and pain had lasted not as long, but it practically never ended because he woke up feeling the exact same way.

The man had noticed that not everything stayed the same. Three things did; the day, the fact that -he internally sighed- Bucky died somehow, some way, and that no matter fucking what, Clint always had his arrow shaped pancakes. The latter of the three was the most bearable, yet still somehow managed to get under his skin.

So, when he woke up at 1 in the morning, he had plenty of thinking time. The super-soldier had began sketching out different plans, ways to infiltrate without harm. The entire building was surrounded by traps and snares, but he couldn't say the same for the underground tunnels that Hydra thought no one knew about.

Well, of course, Bucky had worked for Hydra. Been their puppet. They hadn't counted on ever losing him, but that was indefinitely a different story now. Steve was ecstatic that he was remembering, and Natasha was ecstatic (in her own form of small, smug smirks and coffee sips) that Bucky was remembering Hydra's dirty secrets. Steven had no idea where the entrance was-he would have to ask Bucky before he broke the news.

Glancing over through the small, standard sized window-it was a downgrade from the clear, spotless windows (that were practically walls) at Tony's tower, but he was fine, it reminded him of his house in Brooklyn-the sun peeked over the horizon, casting an orange glow on the side of his sweat-layered face and messy blonde hair as he wrote quickly. Mind working much faster than his tired, aching hand could, was that a speck of blood? Damn it, he scribbled down the thoughts as quickly as he could. He had to save Bucky from-from whatever, a rogue agent with red eyes, a booby trap, anything in the world.

He would do anything in the world to save James Buchanan Barnes-even if it meant he never got to save himself.

A/N
UNEDITED
A small filler, with some okay things before the next chapter (which will hopefully be longer)