Hiya all!

So here is a new fanfic, different from any of my others. As you have probably already guest the Marvel World has taken claim to me and after watching the recent release of 'Winter Soldier' and with a little inspiration from my friend here is a new story.

Unlike my other stories my chapters will be shorter, leaving me able to publish the chapters much more quicker. (I don't know how long the chapters will remain short. I have a habit of getting carried away)

So when writing my lead female, Maggie, I picture someone along the lines of Emma Stone/Jane Levy (Red hair), but picture who you will :)

Hope you enjoy, see you at the bottom.

Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. I'm just borrowing a few characters, for personal entertainment. No Copyright Intended.

CHAPTER ONE

The war might have been over for one day, but the city was still in chaos, the people littering the streets of Washington DC, sirens, helicopters, speeding wailing cars. The majority of the damage was done to the Triskelion Building and Roosevelt Island, but the streets were full of yelling people, in some way nursing a hurt friend, family member, passers-by doing as much as they could. Flames of fallen parts of the Helicarriers we're ablaze upon the street, cars crushed and burnt out, rubble everywhere, a complete war-zone.h

The army had everything cut off, Roosevelt Bridge, east and west side of the Island, the secret service in mayhem protecting The White House and the surrounding areas. Heaviness lay within the hearts of everyone who was around to witness the catastrophe, having no idea of the cause, whether they were safe, or the sheer danger of what they were saved from.

But in the midst of it all; the weapon of the enemy, the escapee, the brainwashed rescuer of Captain America himself, was attempting to free himself from the turmoil. The powers over his own mind almost too much to bear. How could so many people know so much about him and yet he knew nothing? The walls of the Smithsonian building having been covered with his mission's face, but more distressing, his own, and with it unlocked an ocean of images.

Even for a superhuman that he was he found himself struggling to breathe, struggling for understanding and a grasp of anything recognizable. All he knew was war and battle and he was surrounded in it, but none of it felt safe. He felt a surge of need to return to his masters, to face the punishment for failing his mission, but whenever he thought of such thing, more and more images were impregnated into his memory, voices, smells, emotions foreign to him. His own mind was beginning to run its own course.

After leaving the museum, he found himself back on the streets finding the nearest escape route. There were screams and cries of people asking for help. People were in pain, he couldn't help wondering why they were so helpless. Wondering if this was all it was to be human, a helpless wreck.

Racing across town was a young red head, blazed horn attempting to get cars to move to let her through. She wailed at crowded onlookers of the chaos to move so she could get to the hospital. Today was supposed to be her day off; she'd had many of plans, all of them mundane to most people, doing some laundry, clean her kitchen, eat junk food and later maybe crawl up in bed and watch re-runs of Seinfeld, but they were plans nonetheless, definitely not ones she would be able to carry out now.

She'd been loading her quarters into the dryer when the screams and clatters began, moments later a news flash. She was glued to the TV screen as everyone else, that feeling of dread that takes ahold of everyone's heart. With her basket of smalls she'd rushed out the doors like everyone else to see the sight with her own eyes across the city. Her initial reaction was to help, but not in the way of heading off to the hospitals, ready to help the mounds of people, but then she remembered her rationality.

In her car, she set to driving across town, at least attempting too. While she feared for the city and the deeper issues that were taking place, she couldn't help but try and contract her sister. She knew not to expect an answer, but of course your mind is going to run wild with you, especially when you know your family member might be inside the exact Triskelion Building which has been hit by the carrier.

The sea of people would not move, no matter how much she screamed she was just not being heard. The battle was over, and the threat seemingly taken care of, but the result of the attack was in its wake.

"To hell with this!" Speaking to herself, Maggie, roared the engine and took her car up upon the sidewalk, that was reasonable vacant. Taking the car down an alley wasn't the wisest decision, but she felt a great urgency to get to the hospital and help. She needed to help. Her hands were already shaking, itching with their own ideas of how to help.

Slapping the palms of her hands against the steering wheel helps her get to grips of herself from crumbling.

Weaving her way through the alley like side streets, she sees a clearing up ahead and she is about to break out back onto the main road when out steps a figure and before she could swerve to avoid or break it was too late and she hits him, an almighty clatter as he hits the hoods and bounces off.

Her breath is taken from her, the world is spinning as she fumbles to get out of the car.

"Oh my god. Oh my god" She rushes over to the collapsed body.

He had near enough made his escape when he sees three men attempting to climb in a car that had overturned; inside a bleeding unconscious woman, with a wailing child in the back. Bucky with his visor covering his eyes, just carried on walking. He heard more shouting of help, he couldn't help. Could he? He could kill. His mission wasn't to help. But he had dragged that man from the water. That man who seemed to know him so well. But he was not that person; he was not this Bucky no matter what visions came back to him. They had the wrong man. After all he was not a man but a machine…, a man could not do the things he has done.

Bewilderment and dazed mind tarnishing his concentration and before he could grasp reality he is being thrown against something hard, and flung through the air to collide with another surface, his arm, the broken one along with his head taking the brunt of the force.

"Oh god, Sir?! Sir, can you hear me?" A muffled voice hits his eyes before anything else, the consciousness of what happened dawning on him and the feeling that someone is close, extremely close. The metal arm has a mind of its own, fighting with the ground to regain his feet.

"Thank heavens!" The voice again, this time it doesn't seem so under water, "Please, stay where you are. You're going to be okay. I'm a nurse." And suddenly he feels somebody on him, and there is only one way for him to react. Attack.

With his robotic arm forcing his weight from the ground he has no other option but to use his maimed arm to strike. He had only raised it half way toward his target when a sheering pain claims inside of his head, a piercing roar vibrating in waves from him and bouncing off each surrounding building, sending fear rippling down everyone's spines.

Blood and fire pollutes his mind, ice and pain, there was no air. In the back of his neck it choked him, his body being sent into a wild seizure.

Maggie had seen death, she had seen and felt pain, she had tried to stop it, but the sight before her places her into a state of shock as the huge man bawls out in agony, his body jerking and jolting upon the ground. Her initial thought was an epileptic fit, but she had seen these so many times before. This was not that.

She ran through all the possibilities, getting him into the position she had been trained to do in a situation similar to this. Heaving him onto his side, before peeling off her leather jacket. Doing her best to prize his mouth open, she manages to fill his mouth with the sleeve, trapping his tongue so he doesn't bite down and do any damage.

"Whats wrong with him?" Came a chorus of adolescence voices, who were now crowding her. Glancing up for a second to see a group of teenage boys with their bikes watching on with interest and wonderment.

"Does anyone have a Cell? Call Emergency Services now!" She orders them, before moving around to hold his head upon her lap in order to keep him from causing any more damage to his head.

For Maggie all the noise in the world had drowned into a big black whole and all that remained were her own thoughts. From telling herself to help him, attempting to remember everything she had been trained to do while her conscience is screaming at her that she could have killed him. That he would die, and it would be all her fault, and she was helpless to do anything about it.

"Please… please don't give up on me. Please!" She cranes her head to plead into his ear. Reaching out her hand to rub his arm in a gesture of comfort, but is forced to raises her eyes when she is denied the ability to feel flesh beneath his hoody. Instead something solid – something metal.

Careful to make sure his head remains on her lap, she pulls at his zipper and hood to pull it over her shoulders. She had come to her own conclusions of what lived below the hood in replacement of the arm, and she had been right. But even at a glimpse this was not some normal prosthetic arm, and the bold red star that sat feature to his deltoid confirmed that on sight.

She quickly draws her hands back to herself in horror.

*Bites nails* So I hope you like it. I know there isn't much to it really and its short, but I promise I have a story. Hold with it.

Now I'm off to start chapter four (Yes I'm a little ahead)

If you feel like it and have the time please drop us a review :) whatever it is you have to say.

Danielle
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