The police opened fire, a few removing the larger gun from their van. Fury, the target, stared at them in horror, trapped inside of his car.

They weren't exactly being discreet. A large audience had gathered, with a few close casualties from stray bullets and swerving cars. Keeping his temper under control, he waited. The police didn't know it, but Fury was nearly ready to escape. Three. Two. One...and chase.

His boots clanked on the stairs as he casually jogged down the building and to the road he'd predicted Fury would emerge from. The city was riddled with traffic jams, and this road was the easiest way out of the city right now, with the least amount of casualties and witnesses as well. The car appeared, Fury's eyes not paying attention on the man in black until he stood in the centre of the road.

The new magnetic grenade slid perfectly underneath the car, attaching itself to the bottom seconds before detonation. It flipped, landing just out of reach of a few passer-bys. They stared on in horror as he approached, cocking his gun in preparation.

Fury was gone, leaving a still sizzling hole behind in the road.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was better than he expected.

He tracked him down to the small apartment, waiting patiently for him to get up and into his line of vision. The light turned on, revealing a broad, blonde-haired man staring puzzled at something out of sight.

He waited.

Fury appeared. Without hesitation he fired the gun through the wall and knocking him down.

Target down.

The blonde man was chasing him. So close to the edge of the roof, nearly able to jump-

Something flew through the air behind him, his metal arm automatically swinging out to catch it. His eyes caught a pair of blue.

And then he jumped.

He waited in darkness for him to come. When their eyes met, there was no fear. That had been lost many years ago.

"Want some milk?"

Two bullets, one scream. Still no fear.

He'd been following the targets for a while now. There was three of them, and armed with a few men behind his back, they should have been easy to catch. But they had S.H.I.E.L.D. written all over them.

With his goggles already damaged due to the red-haired woman, he was now left fighting the same man as last night, blocking the lightweight shield as best as he could. The air started rattling around them. Helicopters.

Turning away, the man grabbed his mask and stepped back.

"Bucky?"

Blonde hair. Red skin. Outstretched hand.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

The commander looked at him warily as he entered the room, not even looking at the soldier lying unconscious and bleeding next to the wall.

Steve...no, Howard...Steve. Roger. Steve. James. Roger. Steve.

"But I knew him." He frowned, interrupting the commander's flow of 'he was just a target' and 'look at the bigger picture'. He sighed at him, giving his men a silent order.

A surge of energy rushed into his head, blanking out any previous thoughts. You know...Steve...Bucky...who the...Roger...

From the corner of the room, Iris watched with silent screams, trying to banish the picture of Bucky Barnes flailing and shouting as he disappeared once more.

"You're my friend!"

Bucky? Who the hell is Bucky?

"You're my mission." He growled, letting his fists rain across the target's face. Just another stupid soldier caught in a war they'll never win.

One punch before he finished the mission, he paused. Looked at the limp arms and slumped shoulders. He'd surrendered.

"Then finish it..." Blood dribbled from his open lips. "Cause I'm with you till the end of the line."

He waited until the body was under the water to jump, and until he was sure he was alive to walk away.

HYDRA was finished. Pierce was dead. The Winter Soldier had run away.

Iris grinned as she readied herself in the weapon's room, knowing that despite it all, she'd still have to fight her way out of here.

"You..." A man snarled from behind her. She turned, the smile not leaving her lips.

"Oh. Hi Sergeant Rowell! Or is it just Adam now?" The fury was evident in his face at her reply.

"You're the reason our soldier fucked up. You're the reason we failed!"

Suddenly he was on her, hand wrapped around her wrists to stop her from escaping. He hit her face again and again, laughing manically as he paused. "Oh, and your sister? She's one hell of a fighter. Took a whole three bullets for me to catch her. Pretty one, too."

He carried on laughing until the gunshot echoed around the room. His grip slackened, eyes looking down to the red blossoming on his shirt.

"It's genetic." She replied dryly, pushing his body to the floor. Blood spilled over his lips, but she refused to look, opting to shove some more ammo and grenades into the bag and disappear, just like he had.

'Don't worry Bucky,' she thought to herself, ignoring the tremor under her feet as the HYDRA lair exploded twenty feet underground, 'I'm coming to get you.'

The halls were clustered, whispered words of heroic tales. Little kids ran circles around old men with memories in their eyes.

James 'Bucky' Barnes.

Short hair to long. Sparkling eyes to dull. No future to the future.

It's time to wake up, soldier.

Author's Note

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess you will just have to wait for the sequel to find out what happens next ;) Also, any suggestions for the name of the sequel are welcome. I have 'Out of Mind', but still unsure...Thanks for all your awesomeness during this story! Anybody else ready for the Age of Ultron countdown?

P.S. The last part is a reference to the final credit scene in TWS. I didn't get to see it in the cinema because there wasn't enough time to wait, but I got the gist of it. Hope it's sort of correct :)

EDIT 24/4/2014- So it turns out genetical isn't an actual word...whoops...