[Prison starts up again tomorrow..]

You've been on the team for a little over a year when a new guy arrives. You hadn't been given any info on him, except that you'd be the one to show him around the base and he's not very talkative.

It's a great shock to you when he turns out to be the Winter Solider. You've heard stories about him, but never really payed any attention.

In the middle of the tour, your phone goes off and the message in bolded letters direct you and Bucky to head to the Quinjets.

"Sorry to break up the tour," Steve says, trotting down the stairs. "But there's been an emergency signal from one of our operatives on a recon assignment. Thing you're up for it?"

You and Bucky nod, board the plan, and arrive hours later.

"I really should've used to restroom," Clint says, bouncing his leg as Natasha lowers the jet. "I'm going to take a leak, alright? So no peaking!"

You don't even realize Clint's gone until there's an unmanly shriek, followed by the sound of gun fire.

"That idiot," Natasha mutters, presses a button and the cargo port opens. "C'mon."

You and Bucky find Clint behind a tree, looking frantic as he lets an arrow go and ducks down.

"Guys!" He calls, and you crouch down and hide behind the tree next to his. "They almost shot my dick off! This is personal."

"How many are there?"

"My guess is a dozen. Maybe more? But I don't think-"

Bucky reaches forward and takes the two guns trapped against your thighs and stands, gives you a nod and turns.

Bullets immediately pellet the bark, but they miss Bucky entirely as he races across the woods and picks off the agents one by one.

"Is that the Winter Solider?" One of the HYDRA agents shouts. "I thought he was a myth!"

You know you should've stayed down and quiet, but you did neither of those things as you stood up and shouted, "Looks like you're myth-taken!"

Their target is no longer Bucky, seeing as they turn their guns on you. Clint tugs on your sleeve just in time to save you from getting your brains blown out.

Bucky slides on his knees, landing next to you and grabs your arms. "That," he starts off seriously, then cracks a small smile. "Was the best thing I've heard in 70 years."