We've been hiding Bucky from the government for a year now. He is way better at technology than most of the Avengers crew, rivaling against Tony in a friendly way. Bruce finally proposed to Vision and they got married. Vision took a new name in place of the one he responds to: Victor. I suppose it's close enough for him. Tony is getting therapy for that crazy amount of anxiety that he has. Peter woke up and resigned from his role as Spiderman and managed to get leukemia in the same month. Clint managed to stay infuriatingly single. Sam ended up with a desk job in Stark Tower. Natasha fell in love with Wanda and they started dating. Pietro picked up a short, average-looking girl with a short temper that takes things too seriously, named Alita. Alita managed to become a bodyguard for the president of the US(very useful for when we want to know what the president is doing). We met T' Challa and Shuri. Shuri is ridiculously fun to hang out with and T'Challa is so serious. Thor ended up dumping a mixture of blonde guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Loki started dating a cute boy model called Jay.

I opened the door to two police. "Hello, officers. What can I do for you today?" I asked pleasantly.

"We're here for James Buchanen Barnes."

"What?" I ask, shocked. Bucky peeked at me from the couch.

"Hand him over."

"No."

"We will kill you."

"Do you fucking know who lives here? Why do you need my Bucky?"

"No and James was charged with a death sentence in court. He'll be in jail for a few days and then they'll assassinate him."

Bucky started laughing from the couch. I could see why he thought that it was funny. It was ironic that the Soviet Assassin would be assassinated. I blocked the door, which really wasn't that hard for me, considering how wide my shoulders are.

At the end of the day, Bucky was in prison and I was miserably alone.

This sucks.

And Bucky's birthday is tomorrow.