Quietly he moved through the corridors of the compound, with one goal in mind; if he could get to the garage, he could be away without anyone knowing he had left. He could do what should have been done a day or so ago. The silent shadow moving closer and closer to his objective.

"And where do you think you're doing?" A voice asked, as the whole garage was suddenly illuminated. Bucky blinking wildly at the sudden change in light. The old soldier groaning as he finally saw Stark leaning up against a wall, popping blackberries into his mouth.

"None of your business............" The sergeant replied with a huff, pulling his bag back over his shoulder, before making his way to where his bike sat next to Steve's.

"You know, for someone that didn't like her after finding out about her and Rumlow; you sure seem to be concerned about (Y/n)'s wellbeing, now." Tony continued, as he followed after Bucky. The Winter Soldier rolling his eyes, as he threw his leg over the seat of the bike.

"I don't know what you're talking about..............."

"You really are a terrible liar............"

"Well, excuse me. I haven't had as much practice as you have........." Bucky replied, as he started up the machine.

"You might have a point; but I've seen the way you've been looking at her. I saw how you acted when we couldn't find her after the fight. How you've been since we got back. We are all as worried about (Y/n) as you are............."

"Then why haven't you done anything? All your fancy equipment, all your genius, and you still can't find her. They have her, Stark. HYDRA have her, and we are all just sitting here, while they could be doing anything to her.........."

"Ok, so let's just say that you ride off to play knight in shining armour, do you have any idea where to start? Any idea which one of their bases she could have been taken to? And let me ask you this, Sir Lancelot, what if they get you, while you are trying to help her? Do you really think that (Y/n) would want to know that you are back in their hands because of her. I know she still carries guilt for what Brock did; she blames herself for not realising that he was a HYDRA agent. For what he tried to do to Steve and the role he played in your torture. She cares about you, but she's scared that you still think that she knew about what her boyfriend was doing, what he was. So, just think how much worse she would feel, if HYDRA got you back............" Tony interrupted, before slowly reaching over and turning off the bike, as Bucky sat back in the seat and thought for a moment.

"How do you know that..................?"

"It's called talking to a girl, Frosty. You must remember it. It's the opposite of what you do, which is sit on the other side of the room and just look at her. Look, she is fitted with a locator, it must have somehow turned off during the fight. I'm doing all I can to get it back online, and when I do, we will all go and get her........together. We watch one another's backs. We will get her back, I promise. All you have to do is give me a little more time." The billionaire explained, as he placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder. The old soldier slowly nodding, before climbing back off his bike.

"That, and Capsicle would never forgive me if I let a member of his cheer squad go off without him............." Tony chuckled, before pushing the bike keys into his pocket. Bucky letting out a heavy sigh, before following Tony back out of the garage.

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She moaned. The light was even bright through her closed lids; her head turning as she did her best to avoid the sting that felt like it hit the back of her brain. Everything hurt; she didn't know why everything hurt, but it hurt. A pained groan leaving her lips, as she tried to move.

"Hey sweetheart..................." A familiar voice said. (Y/n) forcing her eyes to open. Finally able to make out a figure that was sat by the side of her bed, as she became accustomed to the light.

"B-B-Brock............?"

"It's me, honey. Jesus, I thought, I'd lost you..........." Brock replied, as he gripped her hand a little tighter.

"What.........what happened? Where am I.........?"

"You're in the medical bay. Me, you and few other agents were in a fight against S.H.I.E.L.D, Rogers, Stark and the others. You got cut off from the rest of us. When I found you............" Brock explained, as he got up and sat by her side on the bed, his forehead resting delicately against hers.

"I thought it would be the last time I ever saw you. I thought that they had taken you from me.............." He continued, as he moved so that he could place his lips to her skin.

"Am........am I going to be ok...........?"

"The docs say that you are doing better than they could have ever expected. I told them that was because you're stubborn. That there was no way that you'd let those S.H.I.E.L.D assholes take you down. It'll be a while before you can get back out into the field; but when you can, me and you will make Rogers and the others regret what they did to you." Brock answered, taking the opportunity to kiss her on the lips, as his word sunk into her cloudy mind.

"Rumlow............" Another voice interrupted. Brock and (Y/n) turning to see a man in a white coat in the doorway.

"I'll come back once the docs finished checking on you; ok, sweetheart........." (Y/n) slowly nodding her head, as Brock got up from the bed, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

"Never forget, you're my girl............" He whispered, before making his way out of the room. The doctor studying her chart, before turning his attention to her.

"Well............?" Pierce enquired, as Brock came to join him.

"Presuming the doctors did what they were supposed to do, then I would say that you have yourself a new agent." The agent replied. Pierce nodding, as the pair continued to watch the woman in the bed.