A/n: Someone special will enter earlier then in the movies ;), any guesses? 

"Your abilities really come in handy most of the time," Natasha commented, tapping on the clear glass in front of them. 

"Why, thank you," Nora said, a smirk gracing her lips before she turned toward the man with the white coat, who was tied to a chair, vines swirling around him, their sharp points grazing his skin, enough to draw blood and if he moved, then to stab through too. "So, Doc, are you going to open this willingly, or do I have to take out your eyeball?" she asked, a holographic screen shining behind her. 

The gruff man gulped before he nodded, the holographic screen scanning his retina, as a ding sound resonated in the room, signaling the access to the door. 

"Be careful, Natasha," Nora said, her eyes trailing toward the glass that led to the children kept inside, "they might attack if they consider you a threat," 

"Are you underestimating me?" Natasha asked, with mock offense, her eyes betraying the amusement she was trying to hide. 

"Will not think about it," Nora said, raising her hands in mock surrender, "you get them out, I will get the data," she said, as she loaded her gun, shooting the doctor. 

"Alright,"

Nora's steps were calculated as she moved with precision across the dark halls that were only illuminated by the flickering lights. She stopped around a corner, her gun held firmly in hand, as she glanced around to see two men pacing back and forth across her destination-- the door to the main server room. For a second, she contemplates whether to use the metal in her hand or her powers, before with a quick motion, she shoot them both, preferring to not use her powers until necessary. 

As she stepped over the dead bodies to the room, her gaze briefly flickered toward the security cameras that were blinking along the dark corners, too bad they were all hacked for the next fifteen minutes as to not alert other agents, until Natasha gets the kids out of that hellish place. 

"And that's where this comes in work," she said to herself, as she snapped her fingers, the green vines entangled on the supposedly doctor body, dragged him there, his shoulders slumped indicating his loss of soul. Her gloved hand grabbed his hand putting it on the scanner, as the door opened with a ding.

The door slides open, revealing rows of towering servers, their blinking LEDs casting an otherworldly glow. The room smells faintly of ozone and technology—a scent that clings to the walls like a secret.

Nora approaches the main server, its sleek surface adorned with blinking status lights. She inserts a nondescript pen drive—the drive clicks into place, and the transfer begins. Lines of code stream across the holographic interface projected onto her retina—a digital dance of ones and zeros.

Her eyes scan the filenames as they zip past: Project Cerberus, Operation Hydra, Quantum Encryption Protocols. But then, amidst the mundane labels, one catches her attention: 

"Winter Soldier."

Nora hesitates, her gloved fingers hovering over the holographic display before clicking on it, in background the files continue to zip past on the pen-drive, getting stored in the pen-drive, while her eyes glanced toward all of the screens opened with the name. 

Her eyes widened, when scrolling through the files, she found the photo and name of the supposedly 'Winter soldier'. James Buchanan Barnes—the name etched in digital ink send a shock to her. 

She swallows, her mind racing as she read the program he had been forced to comply to, The Winter Soldier—the assassin who haunted history, a ghost in the shadows. Brainwashed, reprogrammed, and unleashed upon the world was Steve's best friend. A victim to the cruelty of HYDRA, just like her. 

Her eyes widened a tad bit, as she saw the real reflection of that face that flickered on the screen, Nora ducks instinctively. Her comm device slips from her ear, clattering to the floor, the sound of screen cracking resonating around the room. She looked back to see one of the server-- just in front of her when she was standing now lay shattered. 

"Crap," she whispered under her breath, as she reached for her ear only to find there was no way she could communicate to others. 

Her instincts kicked in, when she saw his arm reaching for the pen drive, her wrist grabbed his mid-way, her leg blocking the kick that was coming, as she pushed him back, quickly retrieving the pen drive. He lunges, silent as a wraith. Nora twists evading the lethal strike. Her knuckles graze the cold floor as she rolls, adrenaline surging, she kept the pen-drive inside one of her pockets just above her waist. 

"James," she breathes, her voice raw. "I'm not your enemy."

She ducked another one of his punches, sliding across the glass table, Nora's fingers twitch, flames dancing at her command, but she hesitated, and it diminish in thin air. The Winter Soldier—Bucky—wasn't always this. He was Steve's friend, a man who laughed, loved, and fought alongside him. She can't forget that. Not when she was also given a chance, even after the things she have did. 

"This isn't you. You're not just a weapon," her voice cut through the air, as she defended one of his upcoming strikes, her hand throbbing from the impact, which she paid little mind too. He was relentless, his fists danced with precision, each moment lethal and a blur. She quickly conjured a water shield, seeing the impending knife, the water molecule tightly binds "You were Steve's anchor," she insists. "His lifeline. You saved him countless times, remember?"

Bucky's metal arm flexes, and the room shudders, His gaze wavers, a flicker of recognition. But then the programming reasserts itself—the assassin's resolve.

"James Barnes," she says, using his real name. "You're more than this mission."

She executes a backflip before coughing, as her momentarily distraction caused her a strike on solar plexus, he fights like hell. 

"Remember Brooklyn," Nora implores, ducking another strike, "remember laughter, late nights, Steve's unwavering belief in you."

Bucky's eyes widen for a split second, the programming fights back, but she glimpses the man beneath, a hope-- both for her and him. "Come on," she breathed out, as he again lunged at her, the knife grazing her forearm, the crimson line etched onto her white combat suit. "I don't want to hurt you, man," 

This continue for what was like few minutes, but felt like eternity, the near misses, almost hits and lethal strikes, before the winter solider show his precision, the strong magnet cuff, pinning her up at the metal pole on one of the walls, she gritted her teeth as pain shot through her shoulder, her entire wait dangling off the joint. 

A strangled cry of pain escaped her lips, when electricity course through her body, the green glow in her hand diminishing, "You got to be kidding with me," she muttered, looking up at the metallic cuff, of course, how could she forget one of the things holding her power back there in that base. The painful electrons that cramp her muscles if she used her powers while attached to it. 

She exhaled sharply, as she felt the cold metal pressing against her neck, lifting her a little, her eyes trailed from the metal arm that disrupt her oxygen supply to the icy steel gaze of his, "Alright, we both know you are not going to kill me," if he wanted, she was sure she would be having bigger problems then a bleeding arm and being suffocated, "so, dare I ask, what is needed?" 

"You betrayed HYDRA, traitor," more like destroyed that shitty base and left that hellish life, "the orders are either to detain you alive, or eliminate you," 

Oh, so he could kill her if she resists, great, so fun. 

"I am not a traitor," she breathed out, her voice a little rough, "wouldn't you also do the same, if you would get the chance?" 

He ignored her question, or at least pretend to, "Would you come alive or dead?" she didn't miss the indifference or threat in his voice, clear indication of what would happen if she said 'dead'. 

"This better work," she murmured, her eyes turning blue, not the pale kind of that adore Bucky's eyes, but rather a luminous, fluorescent ethereal blue. It took all her will power to not close her eyes, or retract the ability she was using, by the sheer amount of pain that was throbbing in her head. Her veins felt like they were in fire, her stomach churning, but the most affected was her-- eyes. 

The emerald pools that were now blue, seemed to hurt like someone stabbed them, burning like raging fire. 

The pale blue eyes of the man in front of her also glowed with a luminous blue, she could feel his breath hitching, his grip on her throat losing just a bit. "Alright," she coaxed, now being able to breath better. "Feel James, the emotions that were missing," 

Her eyes, gently guide his brain to the hidden parts, she couldn't help him remenish memories, but she could help him find the lost emotions. "Come on," she whispered, gently guiding his mind to feel the emotions that they had buried in the deepest corner of his heart, for so long. 

Happiness. 

Kindness.

Love.

Friendship. 

Safety...

His grip on her throat loosened completely, as he took steps back clutching his head, "Stop it," he growled, but the plea beneath the words tugged at her. The Winter Soldier—the assassin—was fading. The man beneath remained.

She exhaled a breath, trying not to be bothered by the sharp pain in her shoulder, "Come on, Bucky, this is not you, this assassin, weapon, no, you are a human just like me, you don't belong here," 

But then, a metallic crash echoed—the door blasted open by a single hit. the harsh fluorescent light, reflecting off the red and golden armor, repulsor gauntlets glowing. Nora glowing eyes widened when they meet his for a second, before they returned back to Bucky's not wanting to lose the emotional connectivity. 

After seeing the sight in front of him, with Nora's wrist pinned above by a magnetic cuff, her weight dangling on it and Bucky standing in front, Tony's first thought was to, of course, blew him and kill him then and there. 

Though, his glowing gauntlet was lowered, when Nora shook her other hand in dismissal, an urgent wave of not to harm the man in front of her. 

Why she wanted to save someone who was hurting her, he didn't know, but he did know there must be a reason. For a second, he almost thought of letting her handle it, before her pained expression become more prominent, the protective streak in him taking his control, he fired a small injector into Bucky's neck, that cause the said man to kneel in pain before rendering unconsciousness, both of their eyes losing the glow.

Nora felt suspended between feeling gratitude for helping her or annoyance that she was so close to break his walls and he interrupted, while his armored form hover above her, removing the cuff. 

Nora sagged against the wall, her emerald eyes red at the corners and still burning, her left-hand throbbing with pain, "I have a hell lot of questions, that you better answer once we get out of here," Tony said, his voice laced with annoyance, but Nora didn't miss the worry in it too. 

His armored hand looped around her side, supporting her weight, "We have to get him out of here too," she said, her voice rough due to the strain put on her body, "please," she added, seeing that he was going to just flew away from there with her. 

He sighed, before connecting with comm, telling Steve, to get there and help a man. "There, happy?" he asked sarcastically. 

"Very," she said, managing a strained smile, before she her steps staggered, her good hand coming to her mouth, a crimson cough escaping her lips, her vision blurred, consciousness slipping away. 

Using that damn power was not a good idea

"Nora," Tony's voice was laced with worry, bringing her near to his chest, "we are getting you out of here," he said, after seeing blood covering her hand. 

His hand tightened around her waist, as his repulsor blast off.