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“IS THE DOVE NEVER TO MEET THE SEA FOR WANT OF THE ODIOUS MOUNTAIN?” —Wirt in Ep 9: Into the Unknown.

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Natasha ran in moments after we got there, Steve was leaning against the window as I stood by his side, feeling like I was a ghost watching while I knew Fury was about to fake his own death. Was I supposed to fake cry? Was I supposed to act like everything was going to be okay? I knew it would, but they had no real reason to believe that right now.

“Is he gonna make it?” Natasha asked softly.

“I don’t know.” Steve said before she looked at me.

“Lyn?” She asked softly but I kept my eyes on the surgeons looking at Fury.

“I never thought coming here would end with me having to keep so many other people's secrets.” I said after a moment then looked at her. Sitwell is here. I can’t just give up information that could compromise us or Fury. “I can’t answer you right now.” I said quietly and she looked unsure but turned back to the window before I looked up at Steve, his eyes looking at me like he was trying to read me and I squeezed his hand, hoping he understood I couldn’t say anything here.

“Tell me about the shooter.” Natasha said and Steve sighed.

“He was fast. Strong.” He breathed before he took a deep inhale. “He had a metal arm.” He said and I could see the recognition in Nat’s eyes through her reflection, like she was reliving the last time she encountered the same soldier.

“Ballistics?” She asked as Agent Hill walked up beside her.

“Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable.” She said and I looked down, feeling so much guilt that everyone else in here just wanted answers. Answers I have but I’m unable to tell them. 

I let go of Steve’s hand and wrapped my arms around myself, taking a step back. He seemed so lost in thought, I’m not even sure he noticed I had slipped away, just going to a quiet corner as I tried to take some deep breaths. I wanted to scream. Why do I need to keep all these secrets? Why am I the one who has to care so damn much and watch as everyone else struggles to find answers that I already know? I didn’t even realize I started crying before I felt water running down my chin and neck, the droplets turning cold quickly as I curled into a ball. It had to have been at least 20 minutes before I managed to compose myself, not even knowing where Steve or Natasha would by now but hoping they were still by the room with Fury’s body. I had just turned the corner when I saw Natasha walking out of that room, Steve walking out after her as she looked like she wanted to murder someone.

“Natasha!” Steve called after her and she stopped, turning to him as I approached them.

“Why was Fury in your apartment?” She asked and Steve sighed, shrugging slightly as he looked at her.

“I don’t know.” He said and then she turned to me.

“You do.” She said and I went to open my mouth before Rumlow walked over.

“Cap, they want you back at S.H.I.E.L.D.” He said and Steve looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah, give me a second.” He said as he tried to turn back to Natasha and I.

“They want you now.” Rumlow said and I felt my anger flare up at him.

“Fuck off, Rumlow.” I snapped and he glared at me and I gave a small grin, turning to Natasha. I wonder, since the mcu says its ‘earth 616’ as the sacred timeline, does that mean its more similar to the comics in the actual universe then just in the movies? “Hey, Nat, you ever heard of a girl named Rachel Leighton?” I asked, still looking at Rumlow and he seemed to stiffen before he scowled at me and walked away to some other agents.

“What was that?” Nat asked and Steve looked at me in concern.

“Small test to see how similar people's backstories are in this compared to the comics.” I said before shrugging. “At least I know my hate for Rumlow is still completely justified.” I said and Natasha looked confused before she shook her head and Steve looked at me.

“Stay here, okay?” He asked and I nodded. He pulled me in close, which kind of surprised me, and kissed me firmly, pressing something into my hand before he let me go.

“Have fun jumping out of another building.” I said cheekily and he sighed, shaking his head softly, kissing me once more before he left to follow Rumlow. I blushed and looked at Natasha who had a raised eyebrow.

“Finally spoiler time?” She asked and I chuckled, pulling her into one of the adjacent rooms, putting the blinds down and turning the lights off. “Okay, so what happened to Fury?” She asked immediately and I grinned, keeping my voice low just in case.

“Okay, first off, that motherfucker is not dead. Second off, I know you have encountered the Winter Soldier before but I also need you to remember he is a brainwashed man who's completely under their control. He doesn’t even know his actions are wrong right now because his mission is literally all they let him remember.” I said and she looked at me for a moment before she blinked and raised an eyebrow.

“You know who the Winter Soldier is?” She asked, seeming genuinely confused and I looked at her like she had two heads.

“I literally know what Tony’s first child looks like. I know what your children in a whole nother universe look like. Of course I know who the fuck he is!” I whisper shouted and she opened her mouth then closed it, nodding.

“Fair point.” She said and I sighed before putting a hand on my head.

“Not to mention I think Steve is already piecing together who he is and that’s going to be a whole thing when he realizes. He literally finds out tomorrow.” I said and she furrowed her brows again.

“Wait Steve knows the Winter Soldier?” She asked as she stood in front of me and I looked at her, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Natasha, the Winter Soldier, is Bucky fucking Barnes. Steve was and is literally Bros For Life with the Winter Soldier. He just doesn’t fucking realize it yet.” I said before her face turned to complete shock.

“Wait, Bucky is the Winter soldier?” She asked and I nodded and she looked like she was trying to just wrap her head around this all. 

“Oh, and here’s what Fury was at our place to give Steve. It’s what you recovered from the Lemurian star. We need to wait here and lay low for when Steve gets back.” I said and she furrowed her brows.

“Why do we have to lay low?” She asked and I sighed, unable to believe I’m actually about to say this. 

“We’re about to be wanted by all of S.H.I.E.L.D. once they realize Steve knows something.” I said and she nodded, I then got an idea and grinned, getting my phone out. “Wanna see what Steve’s doing right now? It’ll be a lot shorter than how long it'll take here but you'll understand everything.” I suggested and her eyes widened as she nodded.

“Better to show me then not. I’m tired of not knowing what’s going on.” She said and I opened Captain America: The Winter Soldier and scrolled to the point we were at. We just sat there, huddled as she took out her headphones, giving me one as we watched Steve deal with Alexander, then get chased around a bit.

“I am so glad I am not with him right now.” I mused and she raised her brows in amusement, a small smile on her face.

“He’s definitely gonna feel that later.” She said after seeing him land on his shield from breaking out of the elevator glass and we looked at each other before laughing slightly, knowing she was 100% right, and I’ll probably be the one helping him get better. Even if he’s alright anyways. I’m glad she seemed a little less stressed now though, less bogged down by the ‘death’ of Fury and finally getting some answers.

—Steve’s POV—

“Captain, why was Nick in your apartment last night?” Alexander Pierce asked me as I sat in his office. I was brought in for questioning, but I was trying to figure out why he was the one doing the questioning, and why did Lyn really not like him?

“I don’t know.” I said and he was quiet for a moment as he sat in front of me.

“Did you know it was bugged?” He asked and I looked at him, nodding slightly.

“I did, because Nick told me.” I said and Alexander looked down at his hands then back up at me.

“Did he or Agent Laverna tell you he was the one who bugged it?” He asked and I kept my face neutral as I could, but I couldn’t help it as I furrowed my brows at the mention of Lynette.

“Why would Lynette have known?” I asked, unsure if he was aware of her abilities and such, and he looked at me for a moment or two, like he was studying me a bit before he reached over to a small remote.

“I want you to see something.” He said, a video of one of the hijackers of the Luminar Star was in a room with an interrogator.

“Who hired you, Batroc?” The interrogator asked and I looked at Alexander.

“Is that live?” I asked and he nodded, not taking his eyes off the video.

“Yeah, they picked him up last night in a sot-so-safe house in Algiers.” He said and I furrowed my brows slightly.

“Are you saying he’s a suspect? Assasination isn’t in Batroc’s line.” I pointed out but Pierce shook his head.

“No, no. It’s more complicated than that.” He said as I watched the live footage of Batroc who sat there. “Batroc was hired anonymously to attack the Lemurian Star. And he was contacted by email and paid by wire transfer,” He started, sighing slightly as he explained.

“And then the money was run through 17 fictitious accounts.” He said, which made me look back at him. “The last one going to a holding company that was registered to a Jacob Veech.” He said, handing me a file as I looked at him, slightly confused.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” I asked as I started to flip through the file.

“Not likely. Veech died six years ago.” He answered, his eyes downcast. “His last address was 1435 Elmhurst Drive. When I first met Nick, his mother lived at 1437.” He said and I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Are you saying Fury hired the pirates? Why?” I asked, something feeling very off to me as Pierce looked up.

“The prevailing theory, was that the hijacking was a cover for the acquisition and sale of classified intelligence.” He said and looked back down at the file, something really not feeling right. “The sale went sour and that led to Nick’s death.” He said and I felt something in me pause. Why did that sentence seem so fishy to me?

“If you really knew Nick Fury, you’d know that’s not true.” I said, looking up at him carefully and he gave a small nod.

“Why do you think we’re talking?” He asked and stood up, me feet following him as he walked to his desk. “See, I took a seat on the council not because I wanted to, but because Nick asked me to, because we were both realists.” He said, walking past his desk to stare out the window.

“We knew that, despite all the diplomacy and the hand shaking and the rhetoric, that to build a really better world, sometimes means having to tear the old one down.” He said, tapping on the glass lightly before turning to me. “And that makes enemies.” He said, raising his eyebrows slightly and taking a few steps forward as I stood there.

“Those people that call you dirty because you got the guts to stick your hands in the mud and try to build something better. And the idea that those people could be happy today makes me really really angry.” He finished. Looking at me for along moment before he spoke again. “Captain, you and Agent L were the last to see Nick alive. I don’t think that’s an accident.” He said, his eyebrows raising again.

“And I don’t think you do, either.” He mused before giving me a firm look. “So I’m going to ask again. Why was he there?” He asked and I was silent for a moment, but I knew I had to say something, even just to get him off of me as a target for a moment. I eyed him carefully before deciding what to say.

“He told me not to trust anyone.” I said and he gave a small hum.

“I wonder if that included him. Or even Agent L.” He said and then I realized he was trying to plant doubt in me about her. Fury said to trust her and I do, even if some things can make it feel like I don’t, I know I do.

“I’m sorry. Those were his last words.” I said firmly and a beat of silence passed. “Excuse me.” I said, excusing myself to leave as I walked to the door. Pierce didn’t just seem to be focused on Fury. He mentioned Lyn so much, as if probing for a reaction of information.

“Captain?” He called before I left, waiting until I stopped and turned to him to continue. “Somebody murdered my friend and I’m going to find out why.” He said, taking a moment to pause and look at me.

“Anyone gets in my way, they’re gonna regret it.” He said, giving me a pointed look. “Anyone.” He emphasized before I nodded. 

“Understood.” I said, before walking out.

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Waiting for the elevator didn’t take too long. Entering it as I leaned against the railing, looking out at the city below, barely noticing the chatter as Rumlow and two other STRIKE team members walked in, not until Rumlow gave a small greeting, one I gave back before looking down. The elevator doors closed and we started our decent down when Rumlow turned to me.

“Evidence response found some fibers on the roof they want us to see. You want me to get the tac team ready?” He asked and I looked at him briefly before looking back down.

“No, let’s wait and see what it is first.” I said and he nodded.

“Right.” He said, a moment passing when I noticed one of the other team members had his hand lightly over his gun. I thought it was strange and I remembered Lynn's warning about jumping out of a building eventually. I hoped she wasn’t right, cause I really don’t want to deal with this right now. The elevator continued for a moment before opening on another floor, multiple chatting men in suits with cases coming in which I thought was odd. The amount of elevators in this building and it’s crowded here? Not something I’ve seen often like this.

“Sorry what happened with Fury.” Rumlow said once the doors had closed again. “It’s messed up, what happened to him.” He said and I looked at him, looking forward once more. Lyn didn’t trust him so I didn’t either.

“Thank you.” I said and he nodded. I looked around then when I noticed something. Some of the business men were sweating, almost as if they were nervous and then the doors opened again, three more members of the STRIKE team entered and I felt myself sigh internally. This is gonna be a fight, isn’t it? I looked around, realizing this was because of the usb and I prepared myself mentally, waiting for the doors to close knowing I was probably going to hate this all. Once the doors were closed, I waited a beat before speaking. “Before we get started,” I started, looking around.

“Does anyone want to get out?”

----Lynette’s POV----

Natasha and I were waiting in the dark room for Steve to come by, both of us quietly chatting as she kept an eye out by the door and I sat back in a chair. I had told her what I could. How Fury did it, how dangerous this would be, how would they know things are going according to plan, all things I answered as best I could. I explained the medication Bruce made for himself that Fury in turn, used for this very event; I explained that there were a few.. big explosions.. but that things should be fine. I mentioned who Sam was briefly and how he was a good guy, how she needed to be careful when the Winter soldier is there, which she's slightly on guard about but I assured her it would be okay. She agreed it would be best for me to keep track of the timeline rather than them, since I knew this knowledge a lot more and thought of things a lot quicker than they can. I think even now, two years later basically, they are still struggling to wrap their heads fully around my original world. 

“Do you really think Steve would hate you?” She asked me after a few moments of silence and I hesitated, opening my mouth to respond, then I sighed.

“I don't know.” I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. “I know he loves me.” I said as I looked down at my hands.

“But I don't know if we'd survive all the secrets of the future I have to keep.” I said before I felt a small lump in my throat. “I can't even tell him when Peggy will go.” I said quietly and her eyes softened.

“He'd never-”

“He did.. one time he asked.” I said and she looked at a loss for words. “I'm just trying to get him to spend whatever time he wants with her, because I know he only has a few years left with her here. But I can't prepare him before it happens. The emotions of people play such critical roles in our actions..” I trailed off and she put a hand on my shoulder.

“You can't prevent it. He understands that. And you can't guide him through these major events, he also understands that.” She said and I sighed again, nodding.

“I know, I just don't want to hurt him and I have so many people to keep things from, I wish I could just tell him everything.” I said and that's when my phone buzzed, Nat’s arm dropping from my shoulder.

Stevie<3: Are you safe? 

“He's okay.” I said, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I responded positively to him.

Stevie<3: I’m almost back, stay there

Stevie<3: Pierce mentioned you

I felt something in me pause at that, Nat seeing the shift in my face.

“What’s wrong?” She asked and I looked at her, feeling my worry about HYDRA’s knowledge of me rising slowly.

“Pierce mentioned me to Steve.” I said and she furrowed her brows. “How much could HYDRA even know about me?” I asked her and her lips pressed into a line.

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I let Steve have his alone time with Peggy, knowing the moments were short enough as is with her lapsing memory. He needed those few moments with her, but I knew it hurt him every time she forgot their conversations all over again, how she always ends up thinking it's the first time she's seen him. It was going to be like a gut punch when he realized Bucky forgot him. Could I tell him? Would it effect anything if I prepared him for the fact Bucky won't remember him? No. Bucky needs to understand that Steve recognizes him, and that triggers him to realize he knows him somehow. It was too important and I had to just hope he took it as well as he did in the original storyline. I was waiting outside for Steve, in thought as I wrote my thoughts down in my notebook. I kept it on me at all times in case I had an idea and wanted to look into it later, or if I remembered a detail that would be easily forgotten, but important. I guess I was so caught up in my writing that I didn't notice when Steve came out, putting a hand on mine, stopping my pen and I looked up at him.

“Mine if we make one more stop?” He asked and I chuckled.

“Yes, I'm okay with going to see Sam.” I said and he smiled softly.

“I didn't tell you about him yet, did I?” He asked and I shook my head.

“You didn't have to. Sam Wilson, also known as The Falcon later on.” I said before grinning a little, following Steve to his motorcycle.

“Why ‘The Falcon'?” He asked and I grinned, putting my helmet on with him insisting on helping strap it on as always.

“You'll find out very soon.” I said and he gave me a curious look. “Hes gonna get roped into our chaos. It's willingly though so it's his fault if he complains.” I said and he chuckled as we got on the bike.

“Good to know I can really trust him.” He said and I chuckled.

“You are a good judge of character. Anyone you'd trust, I would trust without a doubt.” I mused and he gave one of my hands around him a squeeze as he started his bike.

“You put a lot of faith into me.” He hummed and I squeezed him slightly.

“Because I know that faith is well placed.” I said to him before we were off to the VA.

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I looked around the hall. Originally they used a church from Ohio to film this scene, but I was curious since I didn’t really grow up around churches. I did Key Bible club during lunch in elementary, but I think that’s where my religious journey ended. I did get interested in folklore and mythology in my late teens, even wanting to see about taking a college class for it, but I didn’t have the best friends at the time to support my goals and interests. I’m glad I have the friends I do now, even if they were the fictional characters of my childhood come to life. 

Steve was leaning against the doorframe like in the movie, listening to the woman talk about how she swerved to avoid a plastic bag thinking it was an IED. I slowly made my way over to him as Sam started talking, Steve unfolding his arms to wrap around my waist, pulling me into his side. I smiled slightly and hugged him, listening to Sam's speech to the veteran's, encouraging them to find healing and learn to cope and handle their issues rather than bottling them up or trying to fix themselves. I really liked his speech in this scene, especially since it is something both Steve and Bucky can relate to with how much they have been through and how much they still carry with them. Bucky has a long road to recovery after this, and until Civil War, I don't know how much I can really help him besides offering him kindness. I didn't even realize Sam had finished until Steve straightened up and pulled me back, letting all the people leave as Sam bid them goodbye.

“Look who it is, the running man.” He mused as he walked over to a small table with pamphlets and brochures on it. Steve walked over as I leaned against the wall, smiling at them softly.

“Caught the last few minutes. It's pretty intense.” He said, leaning against the corner of the wall as Sam started straightening the things on the table.

“Yea, brother, we all got the same problems.” He said, looking up at Steve briefly. “Guilt, regret.” He said and pursed his lips.

“You lose someone?” Steve asked and Sam nodded, looking to Steve.

“My wingman, Riley.” He said as he took a deep breath. “Flying a night mission. Standard PJ rescue op. Nothing we hadn't done 1,000 times before.” He said and I moved to stand by Steve.

“Until an RPG knocked Riley’s dumbass out of the sky.” He said, crossing his arms. “Nothing I could do.” He shook his head, looking away for a moment.

“It’s like I was up there just to watch.” 

“I'm sorry.” Steve said softly.

“After that, I had a really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?” He said and Steve looked down at the table, sucking in a breath as he was quiet for a moment.

“But you're happy now, back in the world?” He asked and Sam gave a small chuckle as he looked around.

“The number of people giving me orders is down to about zero. So, hell yeah.” He said with a smile and Steve chuckled. “Are you thinking about getting out?” He asked and Steve looked away again briefly. I squeezed his hand in comfort and he looked at me softly.

“Maybe.” He said and I felt myself pause. That wasn't his line. He should have said no. “I've been thinking about it.” He added, looking back at Sam. I looked at Steve for a moment before I blushed and looked down, hugging onto his arm gently. Was that because of me?

“Not sure yet what I'd do for myself if I did.” He said and Sam chuckled, raising a brow.

“Ultimate fighting? Just off the top of my head.” He suggested jokingly which made Steve and I laugh. “Seriously, you could do whatever you want to do.” He said, before looking at me.

“You already got a girl clearly. What makes you happy?” He asked and I blushed, Steve's arm going around me as he pulled me into his side.

“You'd always make a great firefighter.” I suggested and he grinned, looking down at me.

“You'd sure be happy about that, wouldn't you?” He asked and I smiled, looking away.

“I wouldn't complain, but if you want a fulfilling and needed career, it's always a good option for you.” I said and Sam nodded, raising his brows.

“She's got a point. Firehouses are almost always looking for volunteers. Security guard, paramedic, Search and Rescue too. Could be good to even just fill some spare time.” He said and Steve seemed to think it over before shrugging.

“I'll have to give it some thought.” He said before Sam nodded and looked at him expectantly.

“So, you gonna introduce me to your girl or should I just start calling her Mrs. Rogers already?” He asked and Steve and I blushed, the blonde looking down as he grinned, scratching the back of his neck.

“Right, uh, Sam, this is Lynnette Laverna, my girlfriend.” He said and I held a hand out for him to shake, even though I knew exactly who he was.

“Sam Wilson, pleasure to meet you.” He said and I smiled.

“It’s great to meet you. Steve needs more friends,” I said, looking up at the blonde who rolled his eyes.

“I have friends.” He said and I raised an eyebrow.

“Your coworkers and your girlfriend don’t count.” I shot back and he sighed, hanging his head slightly as Sam chuckled.

“You two are real sweet together, you know that?” Sam asked and I blushed, Steve’s grin widening as he pulled me close.

“AlI know is that I’m lucky to have her.” He mused and my blush deepened as I looked at him.

“We’re both lucky.”

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We were headed for home, both of us stopping for some food even though I didn't have much of an appetite. We were talking to Sam and  eating while Fury was getting attacked. I tried to not let it ruin our visit with Sam, but now it won’t leave my head. I’ve never seen someone actually wounded, let alone actually get shot up right in front of me. I think Steve could see my discomfort because he stopped me before we went up the stairs, a concerned look on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked and I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head.

“I’m fine.” I said but he gave me an unconvinced look.

“I can feel you shaking. You have been the whole way home.” He said and it was then I actually noticed how much I was shaking, my hands refusing to stay still with the fear that was in me. “Is something about to happen?” He asked and I bit my lip but nodded which made him sigh, holding both my hands in his.

“I..I know it all turns out fine but I’ve..” I had to stop to take a breath because my voice was coming out so shaky. “Fuck, I can’t even tell you because Fury says the apartment is bugged so I don’t even know if here is safe to tell you anything right now.” I said quietly, putting my face on his chest as I realized my mistake. If the apartment really was bugged, who knows what they might have heard or gathered about my knowledge from what I’ve told Steve. Who knows how much they now know of my world. I think I fucked up. Fuck.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. If everything turns out fine, then we will just handle everything as we go, and once we are safe, you tell me everything you need to, okay?” He said, his hands holding my face. “Are you scared?” He asked and I nodded.

“Fury’s in our apartment and he’s gonna get shot and I’ve never exactly been around guns a lot unlike everyone else at S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone watching someone get shot.” I whispered, Steve’s eye’s widening before he held my arms and looked at me firmly.

“Lyn, if you’re scared, stay behind me. I swear, I won't let anything happen to you.” He said before letting out a small sigh and going quiet for a moment. “I can’t stop it?” He asked and I looked at him with sad eyes, shaking my head.

“Without me, you wouldn’t have even known about it. It needs to happen.” I said softly and he closed his eyes and sighed before nodding. 

“Stay close, and stay away from the windows, alright?” He asked and I nodded before he composed himself and headed up, passing Sharon on the way up as we gave her a polite nod. She only really ever acknowledged Steve, but I didn’t care. If she kisses him during the civil war era and he and I are still together however, I will care. We heard the record player before we entered and he looked at me with a bit of realization. “You prepared for this.” He said softly for a moment before he opened the door. I looked down and nodded, feeling like he was possibly upset that I didn't tell him then, but I couldn’t let him go the whole day thinking about it like I had to. 

“I have to try and prepare for everything if I’m going to be helpful in the future.” I said quietly and he was silent before he lightly kissed my head, entering the apartment and picking up his shield, moving quietly before peaking around the corner, not fully letting his guard down even after he saw Fury in the arm chair.

“I don’t remember giving you a key.” Steve said as he leaned against the wall. Fury slowly and with a painful grunt, leaned forward in his seat, his arm supporting him as it rested on the arm of the chair. He has his phone in his hand and I got my own phone out, getting my notes app out and ready. He needed to know things are still going according to the timeline. Things will still turn out alright so far if everyone just kept playing their part.

“You really think I’d need one?” He asked and Steve was quiet, watching him. “My wife kicked me out.” He said, his voice low as his breathing seemed to struggle to fully settle. Steve still had his shield in his hand, his other one holding mine firmly.

“I didn’t know you were married.” Steve said and Fury looked to the side for a moment before giving a small nod and looking back at Steve and I. 

“A lot of things you don’t know about me.” He hummed and Steve finally walked out from behind the corner of the wall

“I know, Nick. That’s the problem.” Steve sighed, moving to turn the light on and the record player off when Nick held up a hand, my hand in his pulling him back slightly. I felt myself instinctually wanting to pull him closer, out of range of any possible bullets even though I knew he didn’t get hit anyways. Fury turned the light back off, Steve looking at me then him as he typed on his phone before turning it around.

‘Ears Everywhere’

Steve nodded, myself raising a small hand and Fury gave a small smirk. He should have figured I’d tell Steve, and even Fury could notice how frightened I was, waiting for the assassin to think he’s killed Fury was always going to be nerve wracking when you’re there with them.

“I’m sorry to have to do this, but I have no place else to crash.” He said, turning the phone back around  to show us another message, ‘SHIELD compromised’ the only words I had been worried to admit downstairs in case everywhere else was bugged here too. Steve looked at him with furrowed brows before looking at me quickly and I nodded. 

“Who else knows about your wife?” Steve asked him when he turned to face him once more.

“Just..” He grunted as he stood up, his phone turning to read ‘You two and me’ as he took some steps closer. “My friends.” He finished and Steve have him a hard look.

“Is that what we are?” He asked him and I pulled him back slightly, hiding behind him more even if I felt pathetic for doing it.

“That’s up to you.” He said before looking at me. “Lyn?” He asked and I gave a small thumbs up from behind Steve before maybe a dozen shots rang out, hitting Fury as I yelped. Steve pulled me back, dragging Fury behind cover when he fell. I immediately started putting pressure on the wounds, Steve looking between the window where he saw the shooter, me and Fury. Fury grabbed his arm and looked at him firmly before opening his palm to show the hard drive in his hand.

“Don’t trust, anyone.” Fury said as he struggled to breath. The door burst open and Sharon came in with her gun raised.

“Captain Rogers?” She called as Steve looked around the corner.

“Sharon get the hell in here and call an ambulance!” I yelled, the blonde coming running before she looked at the scene in shock, Steve looking between her and me in confusion this time as I groaned in frustration. “She’s been undercover for S.H.I.E.L.D. special service this whole time. She’s assigned to protect you on Fury’s orders, even though that's stupid, but right now none of that matters. Call a damn ambulance.” I said and she nodded, getting out her radio.

“Foxtrot is down, he’s unresponsive. I need EMT’s.” Sharon said into her radio as Steve noticed the window the assassin, also Bucky, was looking through. 

“Do we have a 20 on the shooter?” The dispatcher asked and Steve looked at me and I nodded.

“Go.” I told him and he nodded.

“Tell him I’m in pursuit.” Steve said before he jumped through our window into the neighboring building, starting the chase scene that would amount to little besides showing off Bucky’s metal arm. Sharon hurried with me as we tried to stop the bleeding, myself getting ready to do CPR when Fury’s pulse stopped.

“How did you know I was undercover?” Sharon asked and I looked at her with a small smirk.

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I walked over to Steve after he got back, checking him over, some debris still in his hair and plenty of dust on his suit. He looked tired and he leaned into my touch when I put a hand on his cheek, fixing his hair slightly. I hugged him, even if he was dirty, and gave a small sigh.

“Alright, when are we going to Fury?” I asked and he sighed, putting a hand on my head before he tilted my chin up, kissing me for a moment before he put his forehead to mine.

“Just give me a minute with you first.” He said and I smiled, closing my eyes as I held him close.

“We could also go home so you can shower and change before it?” I asked and he seemed to think it over for a moment before I looked up at him. “Tonight is going to suck by the way. Just a heads up.” I said and he gave a small sigh, looking at his watch. He'd already been up for nearly 12 hours, so to hear the day wasn't over was probably not what he wanted to hear.

“Is it bad?” He asked and I hesitated, looking at the star on his chest as I nodded. “I want you to stay with me, no matter what through all of this, okay?” He said and I chuckled.

“You say that as if you aren’t the one who's going to be in danger in the next day or so.” I said and he gave a light smile before he kissed my forehead, rubbing my arm gently.

“Okay, stay with me as much as you can as long as you’re not in danger.” He said and I gave him a raised eyebrow.

“You literally end up jumping out a building window. Then a few hours later nearly got blown up. I don’t think that's possible for the most part.” I said before tilting my head. “I can avoid that first part though. Also, Fury is going to be pissed at me by the end of this.” I said and he raised an eyebrow, his hand moving some hair out of my face.

“Why?” He asked and I scratched the back of my neck.

“Maybe I should wait until after your talk with Fury to tell you more. You kinda need to know what project INSIGHT is before things start making a little more sense.” I said and he furrowed his brows but nodded.

“Then I supposed we should head home before all this begins, huh?” He asked and I nodded, giving him one last small squeeze before we left. I couldn't help my grip on his hand tightening though, my anxiety had been bad the past few days, but it was worse today. I think he could tell when we got to his bike as when I put my helmet on, he pushed me to the front of the seat, making me look at him in confusion before he got on behind me. He didn't have a helmet on, but he laid a kiss on my shoulder to try and relax me. “Just breathe, Lynn. All this will be over soon.” He told me and I nodded before he started up his bike, his chin rested just by my shoulder. I took a deep breath to calm myself before I leaned back into him, one of my hands on his thighs as he took off.

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Steve was getting ready for a shower and I was packing a bag, knowing if the apartment was going to get shot up the least I could do is prepare some bags both of us could grab, or get things like Steve's records in a safe spot. I had also arranged for Maria to come and grab my laptop, knowing she was definitely the best person to take it for the time being. Steve came out in just a towel as I was moving said records from their stand where they would definitely be shot to hell, storing them carefully in the closet. His collection was expensive after all the ones he got from Tony and I didn't want anything to happen to them. The record player is kinda important for the scene, so I couldn’t do much about it, but I did prepare for that, grinning at the brand new, but still vintage styled record player in its box. When Steve goes to find his records, he'll see it as well so he still has a functioning player.

“What are you up to?” He asked and I looked at him with a sheepish smile.

“Trying to make things a little better for what I know happens later. There's a reason I needed us to come back here since we won't get the chance to later.” I said and he still looked confused and nodded before seeing I missed a record. 

“Hey, this isn't the kitty kallen one I have.” He said and I chuckled, putting it back on the shelf.

“That's because I didn't want anything happening to your own records. I got a replacement one.” I said and he looked even more confused.

“Why would we need a replacement?” He asked and I faltered slightly, a moment passing before understanding crossed his face, he nodded and kissed my head. “Nevermind. I trust your judgement.” He said and I felt my chest warm at that as he pulled me over to the bathroom.

“But if we’re not getting a break for a bit, I think I want to spend some special time with you.” He said and I raised a brow. “Join me in the shower?” He asked and I blushed, rolling my eyes before letting him bring me into the already warm bathroom, shutting the door behind us before his lips were on mine in an instant. 

His hands crawled under my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before our lips clashed in an instant. He was eager to get me undressed and so was I. He let me go for a moment, checking the shower temperature first before he let me step in, him staying behind me when I felt him press me against the wall. I could feel him towering over me, his hard member pressing against my ass as his lips trailed down my neck and shoulder, one of his hands travelling down my front. God, he made me so horny and he knew it.

“Steve..” I whined, a small chuckle coming from him when his fingers caught my clit, circling it slowly as I tried to not let my legs lock. I moaned, the steam from the heat and water making us stick in a way that had goosebumps on my skin. 

“Fuck.. I love you. I love you so much, Lynnette.” He said, turning me around as he kissed me roughly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, his fingers dipping into my soaked hole as he groaned. “You have no idea how feral you make me.” He breathed and I felt something shiver in me, liking the sound of a feral Steve.

“Maybe you should show me.” I breathed and he smirked, his hands moving to cup my thighs when he suddenly picked me up.

“I think I should.” He said, our lips crashing as he lined up with my entrance, his tip slipping in as we both moaned, our kiss deepening as he bottomed out in me. He wasted no time in setting a pace, a deep and sensual rhythm that made my toes curl. He still took his time, but his touch was slightly rougher, his calloused hands squeezing my soft skin enough to leave bruises of his finger tips. His tongue swiped my bottom lip, begging for entrance and he let out a deep groan when I denied him. He suddenly sped up his pace, catching me off guard as I gasped, his tongue quick to take its chance as he completely dominated me. He didn't slow down, his hips ramming into me like he was trying to break me. 

My hands scratched his back, feeling the water hitting his skin, and one of my hands moved to hold the back of his head, grabbing his hair as I mewled and became undone in his arms. He pressed my thighs into me, holding me tight as he moaned and grunted above me. My eyes rolled back and I suddenly felt the building dam in me break and I came, tears lining my eyes as he only went faster. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his name and more moans the only thing that could come out of my mouth. God, he felt divine. 

“I love feeling you cum.” His voice was low, almost a growl as he pressed me into the wall more, my chest against his as he left messy kisses and small bites along my neck and shoulder. I cried out his name, his pace made it hard to process his words. His big hands on my thighs, his pounding hips, lips all over my skin, I couldn't stop it as I came again, seeing white as my eyes rolled back again. “Oh fuck.. god, fuck, I love you, baby.” He hissed, kissing me again, swallowing my cries as his pace faltered.

“I'm gonna cum.. oh God..” He whined, his hips slowed, thrusting deep into me when he shuttered, stilling in me as he came. We panted, staying there for a moment before he gently set me down on shaky legs. He kissed me after we had both caught our breath, his hands holding the sides of my face as I smiled slightly, hugging him. 

“I love you.” I said and he grinned, pecking my lips once. 

“I love you too, so much.” He told me, both of us taking a few moments to ground ourselves before Steve decided he wanted to wash me. I made sure to give him just as much attention as he gave me, both of us ending up soapy as the smell of lilac and old spice filled the bathroom. It wasn't long before we were both dry and dressed, Steve keeping an arm around me as we walked out of the apartment. 

I had left a note for Fury, telling him I knew the plan and that I will be helping the defenders after this event. It would still be a few hours before he got there, but at least then he knows things are still going according to the timeline. I had to assure him multiple times that if things go according to the timeline, things work out. I did tell him that I’d be changing a few things by just being here in general, but he wasn’t too concerned about that. I just had to hope I never do anything that does more harm than good.

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I followed after Steve, his demeanor was a lot more calm then in the movie originally and I felt slightly better. I’m lowering the dramatics I guess with Steve. This could work out better, keeping conversations level headed might do us more favors later.

“You didn’t tell me about Agent Romanoff having a different mission. Why?” He asked and Fury looked at him, a raised eyebrow before he looked behind him at me as I crossed my arms.

“I’m not in this conversation.” I said and he looked back at Steve.

“I’m not obligated to share everything with you.” He said and Steve gave a frustrated sigh.

"Those hostages could have died, Nick." He said, trying to reason with him. He turned around in his chair at Steve's words, his voice raising just a little.

"I sent the greatest soldier in history to make sure that didn't happen." He said, excusing his dishonestly at the full mission details.

"Soldiers trust each other. That's what makes it an army. Not a bunch of guys running around shooting guns." Steve retorted, he was getting a little angry and I had to hold myself back from grabbing his hand to hold.

"Last time I trusted someone, I lost an eye." He said, standing up as there was a small pause in the room. I couldn’t help smiling at that, even if he was trying to be serious. Even Steve deadpanned at him and opened his mouth to retort before I poked him. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Look, I didn't want you doing anything you weren't comfortable with. Agent Romanoff is comfortable with everything."  He said and Steve sighed, running a hand down his face as he calmed down some.

"I can't lead a mission when the people I'm leading have missions of their own." he said, Fury looking at him with indifference.

"Its called, compartmentalization." He said, making me scoff. "Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all." He said, Steve giving a tiny scoff as he smiled disbelievingly.

"Except you." He said and Fury raised an eyebrow.

“You’re forgetting Lynette knows more than me.” He retorted as he straightened from leaning on the desk. "But you're wrong about me." He said, though Steve wasn't convinced. 

"I do share. I'm nice like that." He said, and walked us through to the elevator that would lead us down to project insight.

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I had tuned out Fury’s little rant about his father or grandfather. It wasn't important to me. I needed to see if I could learn as much about their interior as I could. I wasn't a trained soldier like Steve or Sam but I might be able to help up there when it comes to the final confrontation with Bucky. We got to the bottom and I followed quietly, trying to keep an eye out for any maps of anything, finding one near where we had stopped and I took my time. I turned back in when Fury mentioned the World Security Council,looking at him as I noted the less then places expression on Steve’s face.

“For once, we’re way ahead of the curve.” Fury said and I had to choke down the urge to cringe at him actually thinking this was a good idea.

“By holding a gun to everyone’s head and calling it protection.” Steve said to him and he looked at Steve.

“You know, I read those SSR files.” He said and I held Steve’s hand, knowing Fury was about to basically insult his past. “‘Greatest Generation’? You guys did some nasty stuff.” He said as he took a step closer to Steve.

“Yea, we compromised. Sometimes in ways that made us not sleep so well.” He said and gave my hand a slight squeeze. “But we did it so that people could be free. This isn’t freedom.” Steve said, pointing to the ships.

“This is fear.” Steve said and I nodded.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. takes the world as it is, not as we’d like it to be.” He retorted. “And it’s getting damn near past time for you to get with that program, Cap.” He said and I snorted, before they both looked at me and I covered my mouth, trying to cool the amused smile on my face at how stupid Fury can be sometimes. Steve may not always be right, but he always puts people first, which is something Fury can struggle to remember when he gets his mind set on a project, at least on the surface.

“Sorry. Ignore me.” I said, getting an odd look from Steve and an annoyed one from Fury.

“What is it?” He asked and I grinned.

“Oh, just that if memory serves me right, this is the beginning of the second Captain America movie.” I said and he raised an eyebrow. “I hope you’re ready for nothing to go as you originally planned.” I mused and he looked at me with an unreadable expression.

“Who’s the villain?” He asked and I grinned.

“The most obvious motherfucker you already know.” I said before I chuckled. “And don’t hold your breath on either of us just ‘getting with the program’, because that’s the stupidest shit ever.” I said before I pulled Steve away, who was more than glad to follow me out of there, even giving a small smile as I smiled back at him once we reached the elevator, herding inside when I looked at him.

“Smithsonium trip?” I asked and he smiled again, nodding as he squeezed my hand.

“Are you okay with that?” He asked and I chuckled, hugging his side.

“I have no issues with it.” I said before my smile softened. “We could go see Peggy afterwards if you wanted?” I offered and his smile got a little brighter, his arm going around my shoulders as he kissed my head.

“That would be really nice.” He said and I nodded, holding him close.

“I know she’s important to you.” I said, his eyes softening as he tilted my chin up.

“So are you.” He said and I felt like when I had just got here, blushing and getting butterflies from his sweet words. “I hope whatever happens in the next few days, everything goes how you want it to.” He mumbled quietly and looked into his bright blue eyes, sincerity and love full in them as I hugged him close.

“I hope so too.” I said before he put his chin on my head and we waited until the elevator doors opened, the both of us heading off to the smithsonium.

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Standing by Steve as we looked around the museum, the exhibit for him and his past comrades was our focus as we slowly made our way through. Steve had on some glasses and a cap as a disguise while I just had a hoodie up. I was still a secret to the world, but I also didn’t know who could be here. For all I knew, HYDRA does know of me and just hasn’t made a move yet, so I always had to be careful. We stopped at Bucky’s spot, Steve’s hand in mine as we looked at the slightly grainy photo they had of Bucky, a short video of him and Steve with it. 

“He won’t be the same as I remember, will he?” He asked me quietly and I squeezed his hand.

“Are you the same man he knew?” I asked and he was quiet before I looked up at him. “Its still him, but he’s been through hell. If everything goes how it’s meant to, he will be free in the next few days. Then, it’s a long road of healing from what’s happened to him.” I said softly and he took a moment before he squeezed my hand back.

“Can I help him?” He asked and I smiled slightly.

“When he’s ready to accept help, yes.” I said, and I felt like he relaxed the slightest bit, looking at me with an unreadable expression and I looked down, getting serious for a moment before I looked up at him. “I do need you to promise one thing though.” I said and he nodded at me to continue.

“If I fail to prevent Thanos in the future, I need you to promise you won’t leave Bucky after you fix things.” I said and he furrowed his brows, clearly confused.

“Why would I-”

“Just please. You say til the end of the line, and if you mean it, then promise me you won’t leave him.” I said and he looked at me firmly, nodding.

“I promise, I won’t leave him.” He said and I took a deep breath.

“Even for Peggy?” I asked and he looked at me even more confused before he seemed to have a flash of realization on his face, he nodded firmly.

“Even for Peggy.” He said and I hugged him softly. “I’m a man of my word, and I’m not leaving my best friend just to live a good life knowing he’s in trouble the whole time. I couldn’t do it.” He said and I smiled again, his arms wrapping around me tight.

“Are you still okay if I go see her?” He asked and I looked at him like he asked something ridiculous.

“Of course. Just because I don't want you to leave Bucky for her doesn't mean I don't understand how important she is to you.” I said and he smiled, kissing my forehead.

“Just wanted to make sure.” He mused before putting his arm around me and leading me away from the Bucky exhibit. “You're my girl, and I want to make sure you know I'll put you before her if I have to. My past is important to me, but my future is more important.” 

Marvel Masterlist Season 1

It was the next morning and Steve had already left for the day. He wasn’t going on a mission, but he did have training, plus a mission report to fill out. I was just doing some cleaning that morning when I decided to check if I had gotten the money Tony sent yet. I nearly dropped my phone however as I looked at my account in shock. FOUR MILLION DOLLARS??? WHAT? I put my phone down and stared dumbfounded at Dan, absolutely gobsmacked that Tony willingly gave me 4 million dollars just like that.

‘Snowflake: I DIDNTKNOW YU MEANTT 4 MILION’

‘Tony The Tiger: What did u think I meant?’

‘Snowflake: 4 THOUSAND’

‘Tony The Tiger: Do u know who u r talking to?’

‘Snowflake: STILL. SIR, WTF? THANK YOU. BUT WTF?’

‘Tony The Tiger: I hope January isn’t as bad for u as u think, kid.’

I stared at his message for a while before I sighed and put my phone down. Okay. You know what? It’s fine. I totally didn’t just get 4 million dollars from Tony Stark, but let's think back to wrapping presents before I slightly lose my mind at that fact…

oh who am I kidding? this is so un fucking believable. I sat back on the couch, needing to contemplate my existence for a minute before I sighed, getting my notebook with all my plans for the future in it, knowing I now could take slightly better aid to some people. Who am I all trying to help? I need to stop Vision from dying, so I need a way to stop Thanos before he can get close to Vision, and I can't let the events set off Wanda’s grief. I want to save Hope, and help Matt. I could feel a headache already coming on and I sighed. Maybe I should just focus on Thanos then let everything else fall into place around me while using my external knowledge to help. That may be a bit less stressful, but also a more unpredictable result.

I sighed again and ran a hand through my hair. Maybe I should start looking into places outside of Hell’s Kitchen. I only have about 2 months after all. God that made me sick to think about. I truly did love Steve and it was vomit-inducing to think he was going to find out the hard truth about Bucky’s fate in only 2 months. I got out my tablet, one connected to this world as I scrolled, looking for somewhere to rent for a while. I could feel my eyes water as I thought about having to leave Steve but I just took a deep breath, knowing I got myself into this mess and I had to see it through, one way or another.

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It was New Years Eve and Tony had invited Steve and I to the tower in New York with everyone else. Thor was absent but we all still gathered, Tony making sure the music was loud and everyone had a drink in their hand but I couldn’t relax. I knew Steve could feel how I’ve been unintentionally distancing myself from him over the last few days and he was trying very hard to stay by me as long as he could. I felt horrible for making him worry, but my guilt was making me feel like everything was a counting clock. I felt like I was unable to breathe sometimes. I barely managed to get through Christmas without breaking down. Which was hard because Steve got me amazing gifts that made me want to cry too. He was too good for his own sake.

I was sat with Natasha at the bar, wearing a blue satin dress, one with a sweetheart neckline and silver small chain straps, reaching just below my mid thigh. It was a different style than my usual dresses but it was harder finding vintage styles then I thought in Washington, which wasn’t surprising since I didn’t do much shopping anyways after my first few months here. Natasha was in a red dress that of course looked stunning on her, some gold jewelry giving her a warmer look then usual as she sipped her drink.

“Any New years resolutions?” She asked and I gave a small scoff.

“Try not to turn into a complete mess this year. Especially in the next few weeks.” I said and she sighed, putting her glass down as she made me turn to her.

“Look, whatever happens, everyone knows Steve is head over heels for you. You don’t have anything to worry about.” She said and I gave a small scoff, raising my eyebrows as I took a big gulp of my drink, grimacing at the taste of alcohol as unfinished it off.

“If you thought you saw Clint die and someone hid the fact he was alive from you, would you easily forgive that person?” I asked before getting up and walking away, not bothering to wait for an answer that I already knew she couldn’t give me. Steve was in the middle of a discussion with Bruce, Tony and Clint, all of them laughing and joking around as I passed them to the balcony, giving him a small, tight smile when he looked up at me before I headed outside into the cool night air. It was winter but I didn’t care that I was freezing out there, just needing to have a few moments for myself as I leaned against the railing.

“Maybe it was a mistake getting involved here.” I said to myself softly, sighing as I looked down, watching the city below. A few minutes later I suddenly felt a jacket be placed on my shoulders, looking up to see Steve there, leaning against the railing beside me as he stayed right by my side. I looked down, feeling embarrassed considering he already knew why I was so down tonight.

“Tell me.” He said and I froze. I looked at him, his face was kind and encouraging as he looked at me, putting an arm around me as he pulled me close. “Tell me now and I swear, whatever I feel, I will not hate or blame you.” He said and I felt tears coming to my eyes, looking back down at the city. I opened my mouth but I felt like I had lost my voice, unable to form the words as Steve waited patiently beside me. I stood up straight, looking at him as he turned to me, grabbing my hands and holding them tight.

“I swear, Lynette. I love you, and I want to help carry whatever burdens you have.” He said, squeezing my hands as I looked down at them, a few tears sliding down my face when he tilted my chin up. “Whatever you tell me, I will wait for it to happen. I will wait for things to fall into place like they need to, but if this is eating you up inside, I need you to tell me. I need you to know I won’t hate you.” He said and more tears of mine fell, feeling a sob run through my chest. He pulled me close and I felt my restraint break, unable to continue holding this secret for any longer. After nearly 2 years of keeping it from him, I just couldn’t any longer. I wasn’t raised to be a liar and it killed me inside every day.

“Please, baby. Please just tell me.” He whispered, kissing my head as I cried into his chest, my hands grabbing his shirt tight.

“He’s alive.” I whimpered and felt him tilt my chin up, brushing my hair from my face as he met my watery gaze.

“Who? Who’s alive, Lynette?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Bucky.” I said and he froze, his eyes widening as his face paled.

“What?” He asked and I felt more tears coming.

“He’s alive.” I said, taking a step back from him as I hugged my arms close to myself. “You were supposed to find out in January. I.. I couldn’t tell you because you would have gotten yourself or him killed by going after him.” I explained, my voice getting quieter as I looked down, the cold was the last thing on my mind right now. He was quiet as he stood there, in shock which was understandable. His eyes looked at me, looking at the tears on my face, his jacket still around my shoulders and the guilt spread across every inch of me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry I kept this from you. I never meant to get so close to you or fall in love with you or hurt you and I.. I’m sorry.” I rambled, turning and quickly going to leave when he grabbed my hand, turning me around and holding me tight to him. He took a deep breath, holding me there as I braced myself for whatever he had to say.

“You swear this is the truth?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper and I gave a small nod, my arms hesitantly wrapping around him.

“Yes.” I said, and he took a deep breath, going quiet for a moment before he put his lips to my head, kissing me softly enough though I could feel the slight tremor in his arms.

“Is he safe?” He asked and I felt the lump in my throat return.

“No.” I whispered and his grip tightened as he took in another deep breath.

“Can we help him?” He asked after another moment.

“Not until he shows up himself.” I said and he let out a shaky breath, tilting my chin up before he pressed his lips to mine softly and hesitantly.

“Okay.” He said and I felt my brows furrow, looking up at him slowly.

“Don’t you hate me?” I asked and he was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching mine before they softened.

“I won’t say I’m taking this very well, but no. I do not hate you.” He said and I felt new tears in my eyes, hugging him close.

“I promise, we can get Bucky back.” I said and he held me tight, his nose burying in my neck as he took in a deep breath.

“I believe you.” He said and we stayed like that for a few moments before he let out a deep breath. “Come on, let's head inside before you get a cold.” He said and I nodded softly, following him with his hand in mine. I still felt so meek but, staring at Steve's hand in mine, still there and holding me close, I felt hope. Maybe January won't end in disaster. Just maybe.

—Steve’s POV—-

I couldn’t sleep. Lyn insisted she sleep on the couch. I think she feels guilty still for keeping this from me, but I wanted her beside me now. I couldn’t stop replaying Bucky falling from that train in my head. How long was he out in the cold? Who found him? How did he survive this long? My head was swirling as I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing for the last few hours. I felt so many emotions since she told me. Guilt, joy, anxiety, grief all over again. I didn't even know if he'd be the same Bucky I remembered. I sighed before I walked out into the living room to see her. 

She was asleep but her face was anything but peaceful, her brows furrowed, lips pulled into an uncomfortable line. I sighed and walked over, the tv was still quietly playing and I turned it off, picking her up gently as I brought her to the bed with me. I had to believe she knew what she was doing with what she can and can't tell me, but god, a part of me wished I had never made her tell me. I love her, but… Who knows what Bucky has gone through by now? I know I was in ice for years but he was alive. Awake. Does he even remember me? Does he know I’m alive? Fuck, I had so many questions. I pulled Lyn closer, burying my nose in her hair. She stirred slightly, giving a small hum, her arms slowly wrapping around me, her lips subconsciously kissing my collar as she curled into me. 

I tried to put my thoughts to rest, taking a few deep breaths of Lynn's lilac shampoo to calm myself as I closed my eyes. It was only the second day of January. I had to be prepared for anything until Bucky did show up. I had to hope things go how Lyn believes it will.

—Lynettes POV—

This was the mission. This was the start of it all. I was anxious as I sat in the helicopter where Steve and Natasha would board the luminar star and start this whole event. My leg wouldn't stop bouncing, only pausing when Steve came over and kneeled down in front of me.

“Why so nervous? This isn't a really dangerous mission.” He asked and I gave a light scoff. 

“Says the super soldier with a vibranium shield and years of training. I have and am none of those things, so I'd argue all missions are dangerous.” I said, trying to deflect his question and he smiled slightly, giving a small chuckle as he put a hand on my thigh. 

“True, but I'm always fine, aren't I? You know how much I can handle.” He said and I blushed, looking down as I chuckled slightly, going quiet for a moment.

“This mission will be important later.” I said quietly and his expression softened, taking my hand in his.

“Then I'll do everything exactly as I'm supposed to.” He said, leaning up to kiss me softly before giving me a smile as he stood.

“Just tell Nat to not get you blown up, please.” I said and he looked at me with furrowed brows. “She has a momentary distraction.” I said and he chuckled, kissing my head before I stood up and hugged him tight.

“I love you.” I said softly and he gives me a small squeeze back.

“I love you too.” He whispered to me, smiling as he kissed my lips again before Rumlow called him over for the briefing. I was quiet the whole time, but I couldn't hide the dislike on my face enough as I stared, mainly at Rumlow before looking at Steve, my eyes softening and he raised an eyebrow to me. I shook my head, figuring he'd get why I didn't like him very quickly after the next 2-3 days. I walked over to Steve after then all dispersed from the briefing. Him and Natasha talking a bit before he turned to me, smiling before he gave me a curious look.

“Care to tell me why you were glaring a hole in the side of Rumlow's head?” He asked, Natasha raising an eyebrow at me as I sighed, glancing around but everyone else appeared to be minding their own business getting ready.

“You'll find out soon enough why I don't like him. I don't like this squad.” I muttered, just loud enough for him to hear and he furrowed his brows, tilting my chin up.

“Are they a danger to us?” He asked and I sighed, looking down. I didn't want to say too much, but I didn't want to lie. He sensed my hesitation and tilted my chin up, giving me a reassuring look. “Hey, it's okay.” he hummed and I took in a deep breath, letting it out through my nose as he took my hand, kissing it softly.

“The mission will go fine, just be ready for when Natasha misses her rendezvous point.” I said and he furrowed his brows, looking concerned before I gave a small smile. “It will be fine. I promise.” I assured him and he sighed, giving a small smile as he nodded.

“I trust you.” He said and I felt my eyes water a little before I closed them for a moment then hugged him.

“I love you. Please be careful.” I said and he hugged me tight, kissing the side of my head.

“I love you too.” He muttered before letting go of me, Natasha coming over finally, ready to go.

“We’re just about over our drop point. You ready?” She asked and Steve nodded, his fear already good to go as he grabbed his shield.

“I've been ready for 70 years.” He said, giving me a small smile which I returned, before he jumped out of the plane moments later.

“Did he have a parachute?” Rumlow asked and I grinned, Natasha smirking.

“Nope.” She and I said in sync, her looking at me as I grinned before putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Don't get my boyfriend blown up, please.” I said and she chuckled.

“Why would I blow him up? Blowing him is your job.” She joked and I chuckled slightly before sighing.

“You know, I just realized I'm going to be asking you to not get him blown up more then I'd like.” I said and she furrowed her brows, a small grin on her face.

“Am I really that bad?” She asked, heading to the door as I shrugged.

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Ellie White along with the children. I do not condone any copying of this.

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Ellie White along with the children. I do not condone any copying of this.