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"Wipe him." Master Pierce demanded. The restraints closed around his arms, the chair began to lean backwards, the machine whirred to life. The Asset's breathing came in panicked gasps. Then something like a flash bomb went off and he clenched his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he was in a living room. WATCHING THE MOVIES STORY, INCLUDING GOTG AND A-M.

Toni Dye (me) and her friend Rory Rucksack decide to fix fate and avoid war between the heroes. So, they lock them up in a giant house with fifteen DVDs. Mainly told from a still brainwashed Bucky's point of view, set a day after the Avengers. Includes 27 different characters watching the films, which are all twelve in the Avengers series.

The Asset groaned, slumping against the wall. His head was pounding against his skull, his body bruised and dirty. He looked up as Handler Rumlow walked towards where he'd fallen, just in time get a boot to the chin. The Asset gritted his teeth, trying not to cry out. When he makes too much noise, he was punished even worse. Besides, this was nothing compared to what he's taken before.

He could take it. Not like he had any choice.

Handler Rumlow grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up and slamming him against the wall. The Asset didn't meet his eyes, instead taking to starring at Handler Rumlow's chin. The grip on his neck tightened.

Then Handler Rumlow let him go, and the Asset took in a deep breath. The mask, slick, black, restricting, was slipping back on his face, harshly buckled around his mouth and nose by rough hands. He was pulled roughly to his feet and pushed into the chair. The Asset felt his heart jump into his throat, fear gripping him and he had to force himself not to let his hands shake.

"Please," the Asset gasped, voice cracking from under use and muffled by the mask. He didn't want to forget that tiny little boy, whoever he is, whatever his name is. There was an overwhelming urge to protect. It wasn't the same as the urge to protect his Handlers; that was part of his programming. He didn't want to forget him; he needed to find the skinny boy, needed to make sure he was alright, that he was alive. He needed to make sure the guy wasn't getting beat up again. "Please, don't make me forget."

"Wipe him." Master Pierce demanded.

The restraints closed around his arms, the chair began to lean backwards, he heard the machine begin to whir to life. His breathing came in panicked gasps, his hands curling into fists.

He wondered where that little punk was.

BOOM!

A ringing filled the Assets ears, and he clenched his eyes shut against the white that clouded his vision. It was as if some sort of smoke grenade had gone off. Had they updated the machine? Was it going to hurt even more?

A moment passed.

They do this sometimes. Wait for him to relax, for him to start thinking they weren't going to actually wipe him. And then do it.

But when he began hearing startled yells and curses, the Asset finally opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that he wasn't in the chair anymore, but on the floor. Hell, he wasn't in that room anymore.

Immediately launching to his feet, the Asset quickly took in his surroundings. He was in a very big living room, filled with comfortable looking couches, chairs, recliners, pillows and blankets and a giant, plasma TV. Two large windows were on either side of the TV, red curtains hanging at their sides, and outside the window was a garden, a cobblestone path leading away from the house and into rows upon rows of brightly colored flowers and trees. If there was some sort of wall or something, the Asset could not see it, even with his enhanced vision.

There were two doors to the left, one with the feminine sign on it and the other with the masculine sign, so they must be the restrooms. To the right, there was a large, open doorway leading into a hall. By the looks of things, he was in a large house, perhaps even a mansion.

The Asset stepped back silently, hiding himself in the shadows against the wall, now taking in the other people in the room. They looked just as startled as he felt, and most of them had drawn weapons.

There was twenty-six others, seventeen male and eight female, two with strange skin tones, a walking tree and a talking, walking raccoon with a gun, who seemed to be the one doing most of the swearing.

"SHUT UP!" yelled a man with an eye patch. Almost immediately, everyone stopped yelling, although they still had weapons pointing at each other. No one seemed to have noticed the Asset, who only had his body armor and no weapons, besides his arm of course.

"Thank you, Director Fury." said a feminine voice, seemingly to come from everywhere and nowhere. The Asset nearly jumped. Nearly.

"What the hell is that?" the man in a long, red coat with a 1980's walkman strapped to his belt asked.

"My name is Toni Dye, Author 925. I have brought you here for an extremely special occasion. You see, you kinda of all try to kill each other in the future, and I want to stop that so... here we are!"

"And what do you plan to do with us, exactly?" asked Eye Patch, looking at the ceiling just for a place to look.

"Simple. You're all going to watch twelve different films, most of them around two hours long, about yourselves from the past, present and future."

A man with a brightly colored shield raised his eyebrows. "How is that possible?"

"I'm with the Authors, Captain Rogers." said Toni Dye, Author 925 as if it were obvious. The Asset could almost hear her rolling her eyes. "I'm not exactly human and there for I do not exactly have human resources."

"But what if we don't agree to this?" asked a women with short red hair.

"Your loss, then. You can just sit outside if you like, while everyone else discovers things, secrets even, that you should really know."

Eye Patch shared a look with a women with brown hair in a bun and a man in a suit, before returning his one-eyed gaze to the ceiling. "We don't have much of a choice in this, do we?"

Tony Dye chuckled. "No, Director. You do not. Now," the Asset heard her clap her hands together, "Why don't you all get comfy while I read out some names before we begin?"

Reluctantly, the others began to pile around the living room, mostly keeping to their own separate groups. The Asset, still unaware of by the others, slowly sat down in the corner, where he had a clear view of the screen and the entire room, and the others would have to know he was there to actually spot him.

"Right, so," continued Toni Dye. "I'm going to do your names alphabetically and then tell you the titles of the films you're going to watch in the order that you're going to watch them. Then I'll put the first one on." she cleared her throat.

"Anthony "Tony" Stark,"

Tony raised his eyebrows at the ceiling, as some of the others looked at him automatically.

"Clinton Barton, Darcy Lewis,"

Darcy made a popping sound with her mouth and finger.

"Drax the Destroyer,"

The blue guy in red markings raised a large fist in the air, grinning manically. Some of the others leaned away from him.

"Elizabeth Ross, Gamora, Groot,"

The walking tree smiled at the scientist in the room, who were not the only ones starring at him in awe and curiosity, but most of the assassin regarded him with weariness, as they had with Drax.

"Hank Pym,"

The others looked at Pym in acknowledgment, Tony leaning across a strawberry blond women to shake his hand.

"Hope van Dyne, Jane Foster,"

"LADY JANE!" yelled a blond man in a red cape, having seemingly just realized she was there. The Asset distantly recognized him as the Norse God, Thor. The women, Jane Foster, grinned at him and she was pulled into an eager hug.

"James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes-"

"What?" Steve Rogers said, looking up at the ceiling in shock and a tiny, tiny bit of hope. "What did you just say."

Toni, who seemed to have expected this, repeated the last name slowly. "James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes."

"B-Bucky's here?" asked Steve, sitting up straighter and looking around the room for his seemingly dead friend. "You can bring back the dead too?"

"Er... well..."

But Steve didn't seem to notice Toni Dye's hesitation. He stood up, resting his shield against the couch he'd been sitting on. "Bucky?"

"Yes, Bucky Barnes is here." began Toni, but Steve cut her off before she could continue, voice filled almost painfully with hope and disbelief.

"Where is he?"

"See, Cap, the thing is... it's Bucky's choice to show himself. He... He's not entirely sure any of this is real and wants to make sure that what I'm about to show you is accurate. He wants to be sure you're... you."

The Asset knew the invisible girl was lying. And, by the looks of it, so did the other assassins. But Steve Rogers bought the lie and, shoulders slumping in disappointment, he sat back down.

"Okay, where was I... Loki Odin-Laufeyson,"

Clint immediately tensed, as did most of the others, head snapping towards the God of Mischief's direction. But Loki ignored them, instead looking at the ceiling in interest. No one had combined the two surnames together before...

"Maria Hill, Nicolas J. Fury, Natasha Romanoff, Phillip Coulson, Peter Quill, Pietro Maximoff, Robert "Bruce" Banner,"

Tony snorted. "Your first name's Robert?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. "Your first name's Anthony?"

Tony's eyes narrowed. "Touche, Greenie. Touche."

"Rocket Raccoon,"

All heads snapped towards the raccoon sitting on the tree's, Groot, shoulder.

"What?" Rocket snarled, glaring at the people starring at him. Most seemed to get the idea that he wasn't exactly an animal and respectfully looked away, but some (mainly a guy in a military uniform and graying hair) continued to stare openly.

"Steven Rogers, Scott Lang, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross,"

Bruce immediately tensed, the women next to him, Betty, taking his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Virginia "Pepper" Potts and Wanda Maximoff."

A boy and a girl, which the Asset identified as twins, were sharing a love seat, throwing glares in Tony Stark's direction every now and then. The Asset realized that they held a grudge against the man, who did not seem oblivious to their heated glares.

"Alright, now the films." continued Toni Dye, Author 925, "Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man 2, Thor, Captain America: The First Avenger, The Avengers, Iron Man 3, Thor: The Dark World, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Guardians of the Galaxy, Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ant-Man."

Pym raised his eyebrows in apparent surprise at the last one, while the Asset tensed at the third one before it. The Winter Soldier? That's what some of the soldiers at HYDRA had called him and, from what he knew, was what the Media had called him, when they'd gotten a picture of him killing someone. The memory was fuzzy and his head hurt from the effort of remembering it, but he knew he must have been severely punished afterwards.

Memories and punishment aside, he was surely here for a reason. From the looks of things, some of the others looked a bit lost, as if they too were wondering why they were here. So he must have a run in with one of them, perhaps all of them, in the future.

"It might take a few days to watch all of them," said Toni, "So the kitchen is full stalked with all different kinds of food and there are bedrooms for everyone down the hall. The bathrooms are to your left and the movie will pause when a long conversation begins so you don't miss anything. Oh, and one more thing. When your on screen self gets injured, you will feel it but will not actually obtain it."

"What if one of us dies?" Fury asked.

"Then you'll pass out for ten minutes. It will be your choice to continue watching the movie or wait until they wake up. Now, up first: Iron Man!"

The screen flickered on, gaining everyone's, including the Asset's, attention.

The Asset wondered how he'll be punished when HYDRA takes him back into custody.

He wondered where the boy was.

I'm going to say this now: there is a 40% chance that this story will not be finished. Also, my main focus will be on I Just Wanna Be Okay and all the movies will be in this one story. So after Iron Man is done, I won't be bringing up another story called Avoiding War: The Incredible Hulk or whatever. And Bucky won't be discovered for a while, but he will interact with the others eventually, maybe even get attached to Steve. This story is mainly about Bucky and the others slowly realizing who he really is, although Steve probably won't find out until either The First Avenger or somewhere afterwards.

All pairings are canon. Toni Dye is unlikely to make a physical appearance or talk much during the films.

THIS STORY WAS EDITED ON MAY 22nd 2016. IT HAS BEEN SLIGHTLY CHANGED SO THAT THEY FEEL THE PAIN WHEN THEIR ON-SCREEN SELVES ARE INJURED. OTHER CHAPTERS WILL ALSO BE EDITED TO FIT THIS CHANGE.