Aries' hands sifted through the dirt floor as she spoke.

"Clint showed up one night after a show in New York. I wasn't the first person to meet him, he actually met Zachary first. According to Zach, Clint came up to him after the show and told him that he noticed that he was down an acrobat. Clint offered to take the missing place and Zach asked him to perform so he could see how good he was. It was child's play for Clint and Zach signed him within the hour. After that he became apart of the team if you will. He has been traveling with us ever since."

Bruce frowned, "And he never mentioned anything about his past?"

Aries snorted "Have you ever met a circus performer? Everyone has a sob story past or some hard knock tale, we don't force them out of people. Clint only ever mentioned having some friends in New York, spending a bit of time in the military and a shit childhood."

"You said he had been with you guys ever since, is he here now?" Tony went straight to the point.

"I don't know where he is." Aries stared at them oddly. "I haven't seen him in a few hours, but we were supposed to meet here, he'll turn up eventually. He always does."

"Can you tell us about the last time you spoke with him?" Tony prodded.

"Yeah, he radioed me from his perch." She pointed to a wooden platform about three stories up. "It was really odd. He asked me to check if there were some men milling around the tent, when I told him that there were some guys he started to mutter really strangely. Then he asked for me to get as many of the performers out of the tent as possible, get him his black case from under the bed, pull the fire alarm and run. By then I was confused and scared, it didn't help that Clint wouldn't tell me why either. I knew something wasn't right, but I didn't know what. I made Clint promise me he would meet me here, but then I heard the gunshots and I was terrified. Zach called the police and the second he let me out if his site I ran in here. Clint was gone and there was a pile of bodies filled with arrows. I thought I saw him getting into a jeep with a man carrying a sniper rifle, but I don't know if that's true or not. All I know is the police are looking for him and the man with him, they think he's a psychopath or a sociopath or something. If he is, he is the sweetest, funniest , most coffee addicted killer I've ever met. Clint would never hurt anyone, you have to get them to believe that!"

Aries had tears dripping from her eyes by the time she was finished.

"We know." Steve put a hand on her shoulder. "But we need to know one more thing, can you describe the man with him?"

Aries shakily nodded "He was tall, with dark hair. I didn't see his face that well,he had his eyes blacked out with a black smudge. And you probably won't believe me, but I swear that his entire arm was silver."

That was when Steve lost all the colour in his face, Natasha's hand went to her gun, Tony's eyes widened and Bruce slumped back onto his knees.

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Clint woke up to the sound of his own teeth chattering and he silently cursed himself. It was winter, in Russia for god's sake and he was sleeping on a dirt floor without any coverups. Groaning slightly as he shifted up into sitting position, he felt the mattress move on its crates.

"Seb?" He coughed. "You awake?"

Above him he heard no words then saw two eyes peak over the edge of the bed. He was expecting sleep filled, half open eyes, but that wasn't the case. The eyes that looked down at him were unfocused and a little scared.

"Who are you?" Sebastian's voice sounded strange, "What are you doing here?" He was tensing up, getting ready to either fight or fly.

Clint's first thought was; What? Followed quickly by the calmer voice in his head replaying a memory.

Sebastian's face fell. "I'm sorry. I don't remember much anymore."

"Whoa, whoa. Just stay put for a second. My name is Clint Barton, you saved me from some Hydra agents a few hours ago. I'm not gonna hurt you, but you need to calm down or you are going to rip your stitches." Clint said in the most soothing tone he could muster up.

The Winter Soldier frowned and propped himself up on the bed, oblivious of the slight whirring noise his left arm was making. "It's cold in here." He noted dully.

"Yah it is."

Sebastian frowned in a way that made him look older than he really was. "Have you been sleeping on the floor all night?"

Clint was so cold he couldn't even think of a good sarcastic comment, instead he just told the truth. "Yah."

Sebastian frowned deeper this time. "Come sleep on the bed, you'll be warmer and sleep better." He moved to open the blankets.

"No, it's alright. I'm fine down here." Clint reassured, but Sebastian was having none of it.

"You're going to catch a cold or freeze to death down there. And I don't want to have to bury your body in a shallow grave, that would take way too much work." Sebastian replied.

Sighing, but silently thankful Clint crawled off the floor and under the covers. There wasn't that much room and the sheets were kinda scratchy, but Sebastian's body heat was definitely a lot better than the floor.

So the boys drifted off without saying a word,each silently grateful that someone else was with them tonight. Sebastian was especially thankful, ever since he taken off ice strange memories were floating back, usually in the form of nightmares. Secretly Sebastian was hoping that the nightmares would stay away if Clint was there, but he didn't remember ever being a very lucky person. The dreams swooped in nevertheless and Sebastian was submerged in another memory he didn't remember having.

The Brooklyn apartment was like an ice box. Sebastian didn't know how he knew it was in Brooklyn, but he didn't try to question it. The room he was in was smallish with peeling wallpaper and scuffed wood floors that felt more like ice under his feet than wood. Shivering slightly, he looked over to the couch where a mountain of mismatched blankets were piled. If it wasn't for the periodic snuffling noise he would never have notice the pale man sniffling underneath the pile of comforters. The tiny man began to cough violently, making his entire body shake and wretch, between the bone jarring coughs he heard the man hoarsely call out. "Bucky?"

Sebastian heard urgent footsteps coming down the hall and quickly ducked into the shadows, but not far enough that he couldn't see the sick man. There was something about him, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew there was something special about this guy.

"Steve?" He heard a voice call from down the hall, and then as the owner of the voice entered the room Sebastian almost fell out of his hiding place. It was him. The man who entered looked exactly like him, well except for the metal arm.

"Bucky?" The man, Steve asked again barely turning his head toward his voice.

Bucky, seeing how weak Steve seemed quickly knelt down beside the sagging couch and put his hand on Steve's forehead. Withdrawing it quickly his eyebrows furrowed.

"Please tell me you're feeling better." Bucky (Sebastian decided for his own sake it would be simpler to call himself by the name the sick man gave him to ease confusion. Also it wasn't like he had a real name to answer to anyway.)

Steve didn't answer, "I'm cold Buck." He whispered.

"I know Stevie, do you want another layer?" Bucky was reaching to pull off his coat.

"Can you lay with me?"

Bucky's face softened "Okay buddy."

Steve shifted slightly and lifted his many blankets. Bucky slid underneath and wrapped his arms around Steve, pulling him into his chest.

"Night Bucky."

"Night Steve."

It wasn't the worst dream he had slogged through, heck it may've been one of the less horrifying ones, but Sebastian still bolted up in bed breathing hard when he woke up.

Next him Clint felt the shift in weight on the bed and sat up too, frowning when he saw Sebastian's long hair sweaty with an insane case of bed head. "Sebastian? Are you alright?"

Sebastian ran his fingers through his thick hair, then quietly spoke. "Bucky."

"What? Who the heck is Bucky?"

Sebastian frowned, "I think I am. I think Bucky was my name."

Clint smiled slightly "Bucky sounds like you, I think you were right." Clint pushed himself up on his elbows. "Well Bucky, I have a feeling that neither of us are going to get anymore sleep tonight so what do you want to talk about?"

Bucky leaned his head against the wall. "I think I had a friend once, but I don't remember him. Can you tell me about your friends?"

Smiling sadly Clint began to talk. "I'm not sure I have many friends anymore, I've been away for awhile and I've lied to my friends a lot."

"I'm not sure my friend is alive anymore," Bucky answered back,thinking about how sickly the young man looked curled up in a pathetic ball on the couch. "But I don't think he would care if I had lied to him, I think he would rather just have his friend back."

This struck Clint oddly, if he went back to New York would they welcome him with open arms? After everything he has done?

"I hope you're right, because I would really hate to loose my best friend."

"Where are your friends now?"

"I think they are back in New York, where I used to live."

Bucky smiled, "Then maybe we should go back to New York."

A/N- Hi, thanks for reading! I'm really not sure how this story should continue on, I have a few ideas, but I would love to hear yours! Please vote or star ( I'm not sure what the proper term is) if you are enjoying the story and comment with suggestions and tips please! Again thank you for reading!