The sirens blaring were deafening. I watched as a barrage of SUVs and police cars chased a motorcycle racing through an underground parking garage I'd never seen before. There was another car between the motorcycle and the cops trying, but failing, to get next to the motorcycle.

Suddenly, an all black figure sprang out of the shadows and onto the motorcycle, knocking it and it's rider off the road. The car screeched to a stop and Steve stumbled out, immediately whipping his shield in the direction of where the motorcycle had slid. Just as it was about to hit the black figure in the back of the head, it stuck it's hand up and caught it without even looking. It threw the shield down in disgust before turning back to the rider and punching them in the face. The rider turned over and started to stand, exposing his face for the first time since my dream had begun. I tried to scream, as I had so many times before, and as always, nothing came out.

Bucky kicked his attacker in the shins, but he didn't fall. Instead, they grabbed him and threw him into the wall. Bucky crashed into it, dust and pieces of concrete raining down onto the floor. Steve ran over, picking his shield up on his way, and slammed it into the assailant's side. He retaliated by jumping up and using both feet to push Steve back. Steve went flying into a pillar several feet away, bouncing off of it before landing on the ground limply.

The figure turned back to Bucky, who was now standing, and punched him yet again. He was struggling to stay conscious now, and the thing beating him could see that. Before Bucky could do anything, he wrapped one of his hands around his neck and held him against the wall. Bucky hit at him with his metal fist, but the other seemed unharmed as he kept beating him with his free hand. Bucky's head lolled to the side as the figure lifted his fist for what looked like a final blow. Again, I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

"No, God, no!"

I woke up, panting, my mind racing. I raked my hands through my hair, trying to pull myself together and think straight. Bucky's hand was suddenly on my back, and without thinking, I flinched away from him. He instantly sat up, pushed the blankets away and furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"Cara, what's wrong?" He whispered.

I shook my head in response and moved back over towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He put his hands on my back softly, pulling me into his lap.

"Did you see the, uh, something?"

"No," I lied. "No. Just a dream."

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked huskily, stroking the side of my face lazily.

"No," I murmured. "Thanks, but no. Just go back to sleep."

I put my face in his chest as he laid down again, pulling the sheets back over us. He brushed my hair off my forehead slowly, carefully studying my face.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Buck, I'm fine."

His eyes fluttered closed and he exhaled loudly. "If you say so. If you change your mind, just let me know. I'm here. I....I...."

I looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep again. His bare chest rose and fell steadily under my cheek, his heart beating in my ear. I was surprised at how comforting it was- knowing for certain that he was right there with me. I closed my eyes and moved even closer to him, falling asleep in a matter of moments.

*******

What felt like minutes later, I was rudely awakened by our bedroom door flying open and the light being turned on. I groaned and buried my face in the pillows, trying to avoid the light. Bucky sat up groggily and stared at Sam, who stood in the doorway.

"What the fuck?" He groaned, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.

"Y'all need to get up and come downstairs, now," Sam said sternly. "There's something you need to see."

Now he had my attention.

"What's going on?" I asked quickly, stumbling out of bed. "What's wrong? Are we leaving?"

Sam glanced at Bucky for a moment before answering. "Cara, please, just come with me."

I pulled a sweatshirt out of the dresser as Bucky rolled out of bed and Sam made a disgusted noise.

"What?!" Bucky and I said in unison, turning towards him.

He made a face and looked away from Bucky, who wore nothing but a fairly small pair of navy boxers. "Dude, put some clothes on!"

"You came into my bedroom at the ass crank of dawn I'm sorry I'm not all dressed and ready to go!" Bucky snapped irritably.

"There's no need to be flaunting all that in my face," Sam retaliated.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. "All what?"

"All your nakedness!"

"I'm not naked!"

"You're more naked than anyone else in this room!"

"So what?"

"So, it's weird!"

"It is not weird! I just got out of bed! I am still in the comfort of my own bedroom. Cara told me you sleep butt naked, don't pretend you'd be ready to save the world five seconds after being woken up," Bucky sniped.

Sam gasped and turned to look at me. "How could you tell him that?!"

"I've seen you naked more than I'm comfortable with," I replied impatiently. "It came up one day."

"How does you seeing me naked just come up one day?!"

"You don't need to know," Bucky mumbled, finally putting some clothes on.

"Alright, we're done with this sausage fight. Let's go," I snapped and left the room.

We quickly made our way down to the lab, where Steve stood waiting for us by the computers and screens.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked, stepping into the main room.

"I didn't wake them. I wanted you guys to see this first."

"See what?"

He turned silently and picked up a remote, pressing the button that unsilenced the volume. All the news screens bore the same headline- Terrorist in Vienna Attacks Identified- or something along those lines.

"Shocking news out of Vienna this morning in the wake of the terrorist attack on the United Nations," a big headed reporter with a British accent on the center screen was saying, "security footage from outside the building shows the attacker planting the bomb that killed King T'Chaka of Wakanda."

The screen switched from the reporters face to security camera footage. The news agency had put a yellow circle graphic on the head of a man standing next to a delivery truck. The camera only showed the back of his head. We watched as he looked around before pulling a bag off his back and setting it down on the edge of it. He turned and walked away quickly. Moments later, the truck exploded, and sent shrapnel flying into the UN building next to it.

"Authorities have now identified this man," the reporter said, and a snapshot of the man in the previous footage popped up on the screen, "as James Barnes-"

Suddenly, I grabbed the remote from Steve and paused the news. I furrowed my eyebrows and stated at the grainy image, all of a sudden feeling the urge to vomit.

"That's not me," Bucky said lowly.

"Buck, this is-"

"That's not me!" He yelled, cutting off Steve and slamming his fist down on the counter.

"We know it's not you!" I cried. "How the fuck could it be you?! You've been with us for days!"

"We think someone's framing you," Steve muttered.

"Obviously someone's framing him!"

"Who, then?" Sam asked quietly.

A look of pure hatred flashed on Bucky's faced and he gritted his teeth angrily. "I have someone in mind."

"It wasn't Tony," I said immediately. "It couldn't have been."

"And why couldn't it have been Tony?" Steve spoke now, but avoided looking at me.

"He would never go this far. He would never risk so many lives just to get back at us."

"Yeah and we never thought he'd try to kill his own sister either but I'm pretty sure I watched him blast you into a wall not long ago," he said under his breath. "Maybe you don't know him as well as you thought you did."

"He didn't do this," I hissed, my hands starting to shake.

"Give me that," Bucky swiped the remote from my hand and pressed play.

Now there was a picture of Bucky from his Winter Soldier days next to the man from the video. Even I had to admit that he bore an uncanny resemblance to the man standing beside me.

"- a convicted assassin and terrorist who is already wanted as an accomplice to Captain Steve Rodgers, who is already on the run after refusing to sign the Act being ratified at the Vienna meetings. As a result of the attack and identification, the US Department of Homeland Security has announced that Tony Stark has announced he is holding a press conference in a matter of moments in New York City. We will bring that to you now."

The camera cut to a podium outside Stark Tower. Even though it was only four o'clock in the morning, there was a huge crowd of journalists.

"Of fucking course," Bucky murmured, "he can't go fifteen minutes without letting the work know what he thinks."

"Cara," Steve spoke softly, "do you have any idea what's going to happen?"

I shook my head silently as my brother walked out of the building and over to the podium. He looked like shit, which almost made me feel better.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said into the microphone, "the attack on the United Nations in Vienna is enraging and unacceptable. My team and I have made a decision in the past few hours, one that we've been debating upon for several days now. We are taking steps to be more proactive, to prevent things like this from ever happening again. Today, I would like the initiate that proactivity. Please, join me in welcoming our special guest and newest signer of the Superhero Registration Act. Ladies and gentlemen....Spiderman."

"No. He didn't," I breathed, watching in disbelief as figure in a blue and red suit dropped down suddenly behind the podium. "That son of a bitch!"

Steve was as shocked as I was. "This isn't happening."

Before I could respond, Spiderman stepped towards the microphone and cleared his throat.

"Oh, no," I whispered. "Please, don't do it. Don't do it."

"Hi, everyone. Uh, I'm Spiderman." His voice was young, adolescent. A breeze of confusion and shock swept over the gathered media. "Compared to Mr. Stark and the rest of his team, I've been protecting the city on a pretty small level. I'm honored to get the opportunity to protect the world. And to do so as well as I can, I feel that I must reveal something to all of you."

"Come on kid," Steve muttered, "keep the goddamn mask on. Keep it on."

As the words left Steve's mouth, Spiderman reached up and yanked the fabric off of his face. My heart sunk in my chest as the crowd gasped at the seventeen year old kid staring out at them.

"My name is Peter Parker," he spoke again. "And for the past three years, I have been acting as Spiderman. I hope to continue to do so."

Tony clapped Peter on the shoulder and muttered something in his ear, immediately making Peter's face light up. The two of them turned and walked into Stark tower, not answering any questions from the media. I picked up the remote and turned it off.

I was livid.

"I can't believe him! There was no need for him to do this, Peter is a teenager, he's a child!"

Steve put his hands out and took a step towards me. "Cara, calm down it's gonna be-"

"He knew I wanted to look into Peter, he knew I wanted to put him under our protection. He knew I wanted to wait until he wasn't a kid anymore! And now-now he's convinced Peter to go and ruin his life by telling the whole fucking world who he is!" I yelled.

No longer knowing how to put my anger into words, I turned around and whipped the remote at the wall behind me. It shattered like a piece of glass.

"Cara!" Bucky grabbed my shoulders to stop me from moving around. "Cara, stop, listen to me! Calm down."

"He did it, he did all of this!" I yelled, ignoring him. "You were right about him, he framed you, he doesn't care about ruining people's lives anymore, he-he-"

"Stop it! Cara, stop!" He roared, and I immediately stopped blabbering.

I bit my lip as tears filled my eyes, "I don't know him anymore. I'm sorry."

"This isn't your fault."

"It's all my fault," I murmured, backing away from him. "This is all my fault, I-I need to fix this."

"Cara," Sam said hastily, "you don't need to fix anything."

"But I do," I insisted, starting to walk towards the elevator." He doesn't get to ruin any more lives, it's not fair."

"Where are you going?" Steve called out.

"To have a little conversation with my dear brother."

"Like hell you are!"

There was suddenly a wall of Bucky between the elevator and I. I started pushing past him, but he took me by the biceps and held me still.

"Move," I snapped, trying to wriggle away from him. "Bucky, let me go."

"I'm not letting you go talk to Tony," he said lowly, his fingers digging into my arms. "Do you wanna die?!"

"Bucky Barnes, get your hands off of me or I swear to god I'll break your wrist!" I howled.

Bucky immediately let go of me, and I stumbled backwards slightly at the sudden loss of force.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I am. But if you think that I'm going to let you leave here, you're wrong."

"I have to go. He needs to know that I'm not just going to stand by watching anymore!"

"I'm not losing you again!" Bucky yelled. "Jesus Christ, Cara, do you not get it?! If you go there, he gets you, you're never coming back, we never see you again, God knows what they do to you, and he wins! You told Wanda yourself, we can't give them the satisfaction of being right, or winning. So, no, you're not going to go!"

I folded my arms over my chest tightly and closed my eyes. I felt like a child trying to wake herself up from a nightmare. After all, I was living one.

"It's not fair," I whispered after a few moments, tears beginning to drop off my eyes. "He-he-"

"He stole our move," Steve finished my sentence quietly.

"Okay, so either of you want to respond what's going on with bug-boy up there?" Sam asked irritably. "I've never heard either of you mention him before."

Steve hesitated as I stood there silently, still hugging myself.

"Cara brought his actions to mine and Tony's attention more than a year ago," he began. "It wasn't all that hard to find out who he really was, but we were surprised to find out that he was a teenager. We agreed that we'd keep an eye on him, but not actually do anything to recruit him until he was older. But, we kept a closer eye on him than we let on to Tony."

"One of our lower agents had a daughter his age. She used to come with her dad to work and follow me around," I muttered. "Her father died when Loki invaded New York, but she kept in touch with me. Shortly after we discovered Peter's identity, I paid for her and her mom to move to Queens and for her to transfer into his school. I made sure she had the same schedule as him, and she became our eye on the inside. He doesn't know, of course. Neither does Tony."

"After Sokovia, Cara and I contemplated contacting him. Clint had retired; Bruce was missing; our team needed a little something," Steve added. "Obviously we didn't have time."

"And now we have nothing," I said helplessly. "He's cornered us."

Bucky stepped towards me put his hand on my lower back tentatively. When I didn't pull away, he put his other hand on my cheek and turned my face so I was facing him.

"Listen, doll, we're going to figure something out," he assured me. "We always figure something out."

"Loverboy is right," Sam nodded. "We always find a way to make things work."'

"You guys are right, I'm sorry."

Steve shook his head slightly. "Don't apologize, it's understandable."

"Well, I think I'm going to go make some coffee, you guys want in?" Sam asked, stepping towards the elevator.

Bucky agreed, and glanced down at me. I nodded, and we followed Steve and Sam to the elevator. We rode up in heavy silence, Bucky's hand firmly wrapped around my own. When we exited, they started for the kitchen, but I hung back slightly.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I muttered to Bucky, starting to remove my hand from his.

"You want me to come with?" He asked, smirking playfully.

He pulled me closer and pressed his body against mine, sliding his hands down my back. I smiled slightly as he pressed his lips against my jaw, slowly making his way down to my collarbone. My breath caught as he rolled his hips against mine and I felt him hard against my leg.

"We can't," I muttered, my eyes fluttering closed. "We can't here."

"Hmmm," he brought his head up from my neck and pressed his mouth against mine, "and why is that?"

I pulled away from him; face flushed and breathing rushed. "Because," I attempted to say as he attempted to kiss me, "because, well, someone, could- oh my god, Buck!"

I laughed loudly as Bucky took me by the hips and pressed me against the wall, grinning suddenly. He put his hand on my cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb against my lips.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just-" he hesitated a little and looked right into my eyes, "it's good to hear you laugh like that again."

I felt my face grow even more red as he spoke and looked at me. Ever since the beginning, Bucky had looked at me like I was the only good thing in the entire world. Like I was the only light in the dark. He still did. And it still made me feel weak in the knees.

"I love you."

He replied by kissing me again, harder this time. I obliged him eagerly, pushing my hands into his hair. I tugged at it gently as his arms tightened around my waist. A deep, almost animalistic moan escaped his lips as I ground my hips against his to close the gap between us, and I grinned at the sound of it.

"Oh, well good morning!"

Clint had suddenly appeared between where we stood and the staircase, standing with his hands on his hips.

"We can't leave you two alone for five minutes without you trying to jump each other's bones, is that the point we've reached?"

Bucky stepped back from me slightly and wiped his mouth with the side of his hand.

"Oh, HELLO!" Clint cried, eyes widening. "Barnes you've got a bit of a situation."

Bucky narrowed his eyes at him and shifted uncomfortably. "I'm aware."

"I'd advise you two to find a bedroom, or a closet at the very least, in which you can carry on groping and shoving your tongues down each other's throats. I wouldn't want anyone else to see what I just did," he sighed, walking past us and into the kitchen. Almost immediately, we heard his voice again. "YOU GUYS WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!"

Bucky groaned and hung his head defeatedly while I laughed and tried to console him.

"Alright, well, we can continue that later, somewhere we won't get interrupted," I giggled, pushing my hand through his hair.

"Nooo," he whined, scrunching his face up at me. "They're all going to make fun of me!"

I stepped closer to him and wound my arms around his waist, looking up at him with a slight smirk.

"Well," I whispered lowly, "you're the only one of them in this entire house who has a chance at getting laid, so I think that'd be a pretty good comeback."

He licked his lips slightly. "Cara Stark, I love you, but you can be the biggest fucking tease."

I grinned and started pulling away from him. "Good luck in there."

"That's my good luck?!" He cried. "That is the shittiest good luck I've ever received, I am HURT."

I rolled my eyes and walked back towards him. He smiled at me as I pressed my lips against his cheek softly.

"Best of luck, lover," I said in an over dramatic English accent while clutching onto his arm. "Do come back alive!"

"Oh shut up."

He rolled his eyes and turned to walk away as I shook from laughing so hard. I reached out and slapped his butt like a baseball player as he walked away, still struggling to keep it together.

"Go get em tiger!"

Bucky didn't even turn around and flicked me off, but I could tell he was laughing.

As he walked into the kitchen, I turned and rushed up the stairs, glancing behind me every moment or so to make sure nobody was watching me. When I reached the first floor of bedrooms, I looked around again, then continued up the stairs to the second floor of bedrooms. I hesitated at the door of the first room on that floor, then walked in before I could tell myself to do otherwise.

Wanda was still asleep, totally covered by blankets and pillows. I didn't blame her, the room was freezing. The fan was on and the windows opened, even though it was cold outside. I walked over to the bed slowly and shook her gently.

"Wanda!" I whispered. "Wanda, wake up."

"Wha?" Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me groggily. "Cara, what's wrong? Is everyone okay?"

I nodded and stepped back. "Yeah, everyone's fine, but I need you to come with me."

"Oh, okay," she replied, starting to get out of bed. "Just let me get dressed and-"

"No, just come with me," I stopped her. "We need to move fast."

She complied, though clearly confused, and followed me into the hall. I stopped at the door next to hers and burst in, turning on the lights instantly.

"Wake up," I called, grabbing a pillow and whipping it at the lump on the bed that was Scott.

He groaned loudly and sat up. "What the hell Cara?!"

"Shhhhhh, shut up," I hissed. "Just listen to me, both of you."

Wanda sat down at the foot of the bed, furrowing her eyebrows at me. Scott crawled forward and sat there as well, his half opened eyes bleary. I folded my arms and exhaled slowly, taking a moment to gather my composure.

"Cara, what's going on?"

"I need your guys's help," I hesitated. "I need you to help me get to New York. I need to talk with my brother."