This story has been in my head for a while now, so I thought I would try it out while I am still inspired! It's going to be a Bucky Winter Soldier/OC. She is going to be Tony Starks daughter! Please read and let me know what you think. I am excited to hear your opinions! I love reviews, so please feel free to keep them coming or PM me! I get so excited when I hear from people.

When people talk about him, he hears the title Winter Soldier. He doesn't have a name. When they refer to him, it is as their asset. He doesn't care to have a name. Weapons don't have names. Weapons don't care what people yell and beg. Weapons don't care about anything but the mission at hand. Helping HYDRA save the world. There could only be order through pain. The Winter Soldier had seen a lot of pain.

He hasn't strayed from the role of weapon in many years. He used to forget. Used to forget that he was a weapon. HYDRA always corrects this behavior. These lessons were always painful. He is never hungry, thirsty, or tired. He doesn't feel pain anymore. Nothing distracts him. The man inside of him had nearly been destroyed. He didn't think about what he wanted. Weapons don't need to think of anything beyond the quickest and easiest way to fulfill their mission.

It was night. He had traded the goggles he normally wears for eye paint to prevent the glare from the sun setting. He wears a vest, that revealed his shining, strong medal arm.

Alexander Pierce sits in front of the Asset. His stare was completely blank, waiting to be told what to do. What his mission was. He couldn't bring himself to feel regret or fear. He has been wiped to many times for that, had his identity stripped away. He had become the perfect soldier. Completing missions quickly, effectively, and leaving no witnesses. Not asking any questions or allowing morals to get in the way.

"You have one target. Level 6." Pierce showed the asset a picture. "Tony Stark. Should be easy enough to find. You're best shot is to hit the mansion at night. If he is unsuspecting, he won't have the suit. You'll have backup just in case he tries something funny."

"Are you sure about this?" Rumlow asked. The man sounded concerned. "Stark is a big target. It'll bring a lot of attention were we might not want it-"

"He has become a threat. A large one." Pierce said, turning his attention back to the weapon in front of him. "Stark should be alone. Only two other people who have access is Pepper Potts, who's supposed to be in New York for Christmas, and his daughter."

Pierce threw a file down in front of the asset. It had the three individual's information on it. A slim women with orange hair. She looked tall and thin. But not strong. Pepper Potts, Female, late 30's. Completely uninteresting. Not a threat. He turned to the next file.

Marina Marie Stark, Female, 20, Mother Unknown. Her picture showed dark reddish brown hair with big innocent looking brown eyes. This girl was significantly shorter than the other women. He could tell by simply comparing the two pictures of the women. But he could tell she was strong. The way she stood had that elegance about her. She has a degree in Mechanical Engineering and works for her father. Weakness: Poor eyesight. But, at the bottom of the file red letters spelled DANGEROUS.

Pierce saw what he was staring at.

"She's small. Never shown anything publicly but we have reason to believe she has enhanced genetics. Nothing is confirmed, but we suspect she's special. A telepathic power of sorts. But she isn't physically strong. Keep her distracted and she shouldn't be threat either."

The Asset nodded.

"Remember. Inform us immediately if anyone besides Stark is there. She could be useful if taken alive."

The Asset nodded again.

The device his handler gave him was meant to disable the security system for a few hours. Enough time to get in, do what he needed, and get out. He found the power generator quickly, strapping the device into the wiring. The device clicked and came to life, indicating that it had worked.

When they reached the mansion, the Asset split from the other hydra agents. They had to orders to assist him only if necessary. HYDRA wanted this to be as quick and quiet as possible. The sooner he finished, the sooner they would freeze him back up again.

He keeps to the shadows as he makes his way through the house. This place was a complete maze. It could take him up to an hour to clear the entire house. The rooms were furnished with expensive looking items. The asset would never understand why someone would need such things.

He was about to open the last bedroom door, when he heard someone moving on the other side. He gripped the door with his metal arm, slowly turning the nob. What he found inside surprised him. It wasn't Tony Stark. Instead of the form of the small man in the bed, he found the form of an even smaller female.

Marina.

She laid on top of the white sheets, curled on her side. She was cuddling a large pillow. The girl had her long red hair pushed back in a headband, the waves spread out on a pillow framing her peaceful face like a halo. She was a little pale thing, like she hadn't seen the sun in months, breath coming from parted pink lips. The girl was wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt that reached her mid-thigh with the words Star Wars printed across the chest. Her small legs were covered partially by black socks that reached half way up her calf. Her large black framed glasses were set at an odd angle. It looked like she hadn't meant to fall asleep.

The Asset had never seen anything so… innocent looking. He was used to women screaming and running when he was in the same space as him. Not sleeping without a care in the world. When was the last time he had even seen a women? Especially one this young. He couldn't remember. It didn't matter. The girl was his mission now. Tony Stark was nowhere to be found.

He remembered Pierces words from earlier, exiting the room immediately. He activated the communication device he was given, contacting Pierce immediately.

"Mission report." Pierce commanded.

"Starks not here. The girl is." He responded in Russian.

"How unfortunate." He sighed. "I suppose we can turn this table in our favor. Take the girl. Bring her back to base alive."

"Understood."

"Bring her unharmed." Pierce added. "As in one piece as you can manage.

"Understood." The line went dead.

The Asset was about to reenter the room when he heard shuffling. This would be much easier and less painful if he could sneak up on her, but it seemed like fate didn't want to make this easy for him. The Asset once again hid in the shadows.

"Daddy?" A voice like wind chimes called out in the dark. It was sweet. Not like the usual harsh voices The Winter Soldier was used to.

She had heard the familiar thumps of doors opening and closing.

She hurried down the hallway, eager to see if her father was home. She had been meaning to surprise him for the New Year. She was playing with the frayed hem of her t-shirt, sliding through the hallways happily.

"Daddy?" She called out. She was searching the dark for her father.

Tony Stark was many things. Genius. Rich. Sarcastic. Womanizer. Her father definitely had his flaws. The press had no problem exploiting all of these things. And the fact that he was Iron Man. But she didn't pay them any mind.

Tony Stark adored his daughter. Sure, he didn't show it in the way that most parents would. But she understood that. He was overprotective and strict, but didn't hesitate to spoil her. Because of these things, Marina didn't have much of a social life. People always tried to use her for the money they knew her father had.

Marina had been an accident as far as she knew. Her father had her young, at the ripe age of twenty two. Sometimes she felt like more of a parent to him. When she lived at home she would nurse his hangovers and help him into bed when he had too much to drink. She wouldn't trade his silly smiles for the world.

"It's Nina!" She called out again. "I came home to surprise you!"

She was met with only silence.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes Miss Marina?" The familiar voice called. His loud automated voice echoed through the empty halls of the house.

"Is my dad home?" She asked.

"Mr. Stark is not on the premises." The AI responded.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"Mr. Stark did not say when he would be returning."

Marina sighed. Slowly making her way back to her room, she was lost in thought about how she could surprise her father if she ended up sleeping through his arrival. He was always so unpredictable. She had talked to him before she left and he had said he was going to be staying in for the night! He probably left to socialize with-

Wait. She thought to herself, eyebrows furrowing. If her father wasn't here, who had been opening and closing the doors earlier? Pepper was out of town and she knew her father wouldn't hesitate to make his presence known.

That's when she felt it. The prickling on the back of her neck, like electricity causing her skin to tingle. Like she was being watched. Marina froze immediately at the realization. Her eyes darted around trying to locate the threat.

"Jarvis?" She whispered. This couldn't be happening. Her father had one of the best security systems in the country. It was arguable more secure than the United States firewall. There was no way some one could have over ridden it. Her brain had switched from excited to anxiously analyzing the situation. She knew someone could theoretically override the system if they went to the source of the power. They would have had to observe the mansion for weeks in order for that to become evident.

"Yes Miss Marina?" The voice responded automatically.

"Is there anyone else in the house?" She said quietly. There was a long pause.

"It would seem there has been a security override. I cannot access the cameras." The voice replied just as calmly.

Dread filled her stomach. Something was wrong.

"Call my father." She whispered. Marina knew she had to make a break for it. If she could make it to her room and lock the door, she could buy enough time for her father to come and save her. She took a deep breath. She was Tony Stark's daughter. She wasn't some defenseless child. She could do this.

And Marina ran. As fast as her little legs could carry her. She heard whoever was in the house behind her move into action as soon as she began her sprint. He was fast, she could hear his footsteps approaching her quickly. Much to quickly for a normal pace.

Don't turn around. Don't turn around. Don't turn around. She thought to herself. Her father told her that only slows you down.

As soon as she made it to her room, Marina slammed the door shut. She locked and bolted it shut. It was a heavy duty door, designed in case of an attack on the home. Marina scrambled into the corner by the bed, so she was hidden from view. What was she going to do? She couldn't hide and cower forever. She snatched her phone from the end table, relieved to see that Jarvis could get her father on the phone.

It was ringing.

"Please answer. Please, please, please." She was whimpering. If her father didn't answer he would have no idea what had happened to her. Whoever this was, was obviously skilled. He had beaten out Tony Stark's security system. This in itself was a victory alone. Jarvis had nearly no flaws. Tonight of all nights her father had chosen to go out. It was just her luck.

"Marina! I was just about to call, I wanted to fly you home for the New Year! I know you busy in college but-"

"Dad!" She interrupted. "I'm home already-"

"Home already?" He said. "Why didn't you say so! I'll get a car and be there in 20-"

"Dad!" She said again, more urgently this time. She could hear the heavy footsteps nearing the door. "Someone is in the house."

"That's impossible. The security-"

"Jarvis said its out." She whispered. "He's right outside the door."

"It's okay Marina." He said. She wasn't really listening. Not anymore. Panic had begun to take over. Whoever was here was standing right outside her door. "Strapped under your bed. There's a gun. Grab it." She did, clicking the safety off. "That doors locks should hold him off, but if it doesn't don't hesitate. I'll suit up. Be there before you know it. Don't worry-"

At those words, the door was ripped off its hinges. Marina had allowed the phone to clatter to the ground. The man was frightening. She didn't need to be any closer to know that much. Danger was something that was oozing off of him. He stood in the center of her doorway, blocking all means of escape.

He had tossed her door like it weighed less than a pillow. The man was tall, muscled, and horribly intimidating. His face was covered by a black mask and a pair of strange looking glasses. He was dressed in all black. Guns strapped to various parts of his body. His long brown hair was shaggy, long, and hanging to his shoulders. Marinas eyes widened when she was his arm. One was entirely made of metal!

This was no simple thief. Someone sent him here. All Marina could do was cower in the corner, legs drawn to her chest. She had dropped her phone. She could barely register her father's voice as the man approached her. Marina was trying to melt into the wall, cringing as he approached.

Move Marina! She thought to herself. She sprung into action quickly, aiming at his chest and firing the gun at him. Her father had paid for lessons, but the man was to quick for her. He deflected the bullets. With his hand. What on this good earth-

He leaned down quickly and gripped her by the back of the neck, hauling her up to her feet. He ripped her head back so she was staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. He seemed to be looking at her. She couldn't be sure because of the goggles that hid his eyes. But she could feel him analyzing her face. He seemed distracted by something.

Concentrate, she thought to herself. Her eyes flickered to a bookshelf. If she could concentrate then maybe she could use some of the abilities her father was teaching her to master. She was far from an expert, but a book to the assailants head might give her enough time to run.

As if he could tell what she was doing, he yanked the glasses from her face with his flesh hand and snapped them in half. The grip on the back of her neck seemed to get tighter. She could see him. But that was about it. Her vision was incredibly poor when it came to seeing things far away. Especially at night. She tried pushing away from his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. Impossible.

Without a warning, the man threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. Marina fought him as hard as she could, but when he clamped his metal hand over her thighs and squeezed her hip she knew she was pinned in place. But that didn't stop her from screaming. Maybe somebody would hear her.

She felt the cold winter air nipping at her skin before she knew it. At least my kidnapper is warm. Where she lay across his shoulder was burning from the heat of his skin. She was carried through her own backyard, struggling and screaming in an attempt to escape her attacker.

"Ah. You found her!" A voice said. "Put her down. I want to see if there's a family resemblance."

The man dropped her unceremoniously to the ground to allow whoever the voice belonged to get a good look at her. She probably would have collapsed completely if he hadn't gripped her upper arms to support her.

She looked at a man. Also in all black. Something about him caused a knot to form in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the evil emanating off of him in waves. Just the way his voice sounded made her want to cringe and hide. She couldn't make out the details of his face. Marina must have been scrunching her nose trying to see because he took it upon himself to introduce them.

"I'm agent Rumlow." He said, advancing towards her. "I can't say you look like Stark. Much to pretty." He was far too close. She didn't even realize she was backing up until she was pressed against the original kidnapper's chest. He didn't move, just allowed her to cower against him like a concrete wall.

"I wouldn't look to the Asset for much help." He said smiling, his hand gripping her chin. He pulled her forward a few inches in an attempt to prove a point. "It does what I tell it to do."

Who did this guy think he was? She was Marina Stark. Even if she was going to be dragged off in the middle of the night she was going to maintain her pride. She wouldn't allow herself to be man handled and taunted by this asshole. No matter what the situation was. She supposed her bravery made her stupid. But that still didn't stop her from making her next move.

Marina yanked her face out of his grip and bit into his fingers. Hard. She was satisfied when she heard his yelp of pain, but this earned her a slap. Her pain was worth it. Worth them knowing she was going to fight. Worth that outraged look on his face. She was smirking at him.

She could see him rearing back to hit her again. She was stupid. Of course they were going to hit her again. This time she closed her eyes awaiting the impact. This was going to hurt. But no pain ever came.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Rumlows wrist encased tightly in one made of metal. She looked back at the man with the metal arm, shocked. He was the one who had prevented Rumlow from hitting her. He had protected her. He had probably prevented Marina from getting a broken jaw. Why would he do that?

"Soldier. Release me." Rumlow commanded.

"Target is to be brought back unharmed." The man behind her said mechanically. Ah. That's why he helped her.

"Lucky girl. You certainly inherited the Stark spirit, if not his looks." He growled at her. "Take her."

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