Chapter 1:

Steve Rogers didn't know if Tony would ever call for his help. Tony's ego and pride consumed most of his decisions, but Steve held out hope, as he watched the news that reported every civil and careful action that the remaining Avengers on Tony's side carried out for the United Nations. They never needed Captain America's help, nor did they call for any of the members of his team that remained by his side. Steve's phone stayed close to his side anyways, just in case he ever got a call from Tony Stark.

Captain Rogers refused to work for a government that would use his team to achieve some sort of agenda, although he understood why Tony made the decision he made. There was a mutual respect between them, one that would stay there until some other big argument decided to tear them apart again. The Avengers was already divided, two teams ready to do whatever they had to do to save the world. Unfortunately, Tony's team was forced to do whatever the United Nations decided they needed to.

Wand Maximoff, an enthusiastic member of Cap's team, noticed that he was distressed that morning. She opened the fridge, poured herself a glass of orange juice, then walked into the living room where Steve was sitting and watching the news. It was a report about some mundane problem that Tony took care of for some foreign country. She made a face.

"You don't regret your decision, do you, Rogers?" She asked him, her accent especially thick since she was still a little sleepy. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he sighed heavily, then said,

"No, of course not. I just wish we didn't have to hide. We belong out there, helping people, making the world a safer place for everyone. I hate sitting on the sidelines, but I won't risk losing any of you."

"The things we do are good things," Wanda reminded him, "even if they are done in secret. We never stopped helping people, Captain. We only stopped helping people on a larger scale." She flopped down on the couch beside him. "We do not need to be in the spotlight to be the good guys. We still help those who are in need, and that is all we can do. None of us want to be arrested again."

"No, I know. I wouldn't-" The phone rang. It surprised both of them. They exchanged glances really quickly before Steve picked up the phone and answered it. "Tony?" The conversation was quick, but that was common with Stark. He always got right to the point, made a witty comment, then hung up the phone without saying bye. This was just like that.

"There are more Winter Soldiers. We're going to need a little help out here. Get your team together, get your asses to Atlanta. Don't worry. No one is going to be arrested. Tell Wanda, no hard feelings, and to leave any angst at home. See you there. Bring your boyfriend." Click. Steve put down the phone, then looked at Wanda.

"Looks like we've got what we wanted."

She didn't know her own name, and that scared her. She remembered waking up on a metal table, alone, in a cold room that looked like some sort of lab or hospital room. She was wearing nothing but a white tank top and white underwear. Gently sliding off of the table, she struggled for a moment to find her footing. Her legs felt weak and wobbly, but she figured it out after a minute. The only indication to who she was lay on the table underneath her. It was a white label that read "Grace."

Maybe that was her name. She certainly hoped it was, because then, at least, she had some sort of identity. After a moment of looking around, she stumbled over to the mirror. How could she not even know what she looked like? She could walk, talk, speak two languages in her head, yet she had no recollection of her identity or her past. How strange.

In the mirror she discovered another little bit of herself. She was pale, really pale, with deep blue eyes and long, wavy black hair. Dyed black, she noticed, which made her wonder what her hair looked like naturally. She was thinner than she expected to be, a little too thin, like she hadn't eaten in a long time. Grace, she decided to call herself, headed for the door as soon as she could walk properly. She was more than surprised that there was no one around, not in that room, and not in the hallway outside of it.

Grace walked slowly, carefully, her instincts that she discovered were on high alert as she moved through the dark hallway, lit only by the light coming from the other rooms along the way. She looked through some of the windows, but the rooms were empty. What the hell happened? As she rounded a corner, she saw a body slumped against the wall, a bullet hole in its forehead. She felt sick all of a sudden, and she fell back against the wall.

Scared now, she took off towards the exit across the room. When she yanked open the door, she was met by a large, red, metal man with glowing eyes and a glowing circle in its chest. She took a step back, but he only moved towards her.

"I need you to come with me, without fighting," it spoke to her with a human voice. It wasn't a robot, no, it was a man inside of a metal suit. She turned to run away, but she was grabbed from behind, and a piece of cloth was put over her mouth. After inhaling sharply, she started feeling dizzy. Within a minute or two, she was unconscious, sucked into the dark before she could make her escape.

It's short, I know, but I just wanted to see what feedback the story would get before I worked a whole lot on it :) It's a kind of story with romance, drama, action, and adventure with all of the Avengers and their associates, including a couple of OCs, too. Let me know what you think so far, and if you wanna read more! thanks!