AHHH! I'm excited!

So...You're going to see a lot of people you know, from all different shows, but mostly from the Marvel Universe.

This is the story of How Charlie keeps herself busy between Adjusting with the Avengers and Deducing the Sleuth, and continues right up to the final story in the the Glitch series, CTH.

I'm SUPER excited about this story...It's very much about Bucky; these first few chapters (hence the title) but it really goes into what exactly Charlie is up to, what her end goal is.

It's weird...but I love it! I hope you kinda like it too!

Disclaimer: Bucky Barnes, and everyone depicted in this chapter and all that will follow, do not belong to me. Marvel Cinematic Universe holds all authority and owner-ness, and I'm just borrowing them because I love them!

Ward stole him from cryo. He brought him back to the warehouse Charlie had purchased recently, (grisly history, cheap price tag) nicknamed The House, where Ward demanded Charlie not be present when Ward unfroze him. Charlie, angry and nervous and frustrated all at once, argued. Ward and Charlie finally came to a compromise that suited and irritated them both in turn. Charlie wouldn't be in the room when he first regained consciousness, but she would watch.

It was hard, very hard, to watch.

He woke up restrained, because Ward had said that they just didn't know how he would react, and he opened his eyes confused but silent. Being restrained was probably nothing new for him, but Charlie didn't like it. That first full day he sat frozen, but wired, waiting for his orders, his next mission. It was like he wasn't even human; unable to move or function until he was told to. Ward dealt solely with him those first few days, went in three times a day to feed him. After the first 18 hours, Ward removed the restraints, allowing him movement. But he didn't move. He sat, unchanging, except for when Ward would enter the room. Then he would sit upright, his eyes lighting up, as if this time, finally, this time, he would get his orders. But then Ward would leave with a small smile, and he would wilt, confused. By the third day, He had become fully antsy. At the lunch meal, though, he finally spoke.

"Orders?"

His voice was deep, but hoarse, as if he hadn't used it in a long time, which he hadn't. His inflection inferred that there WERE orders, of course there were, there had to be. Why else would he be out of cryo? Ward simply shook his head.

"No orders."

The look on His face…it hurt Charlie, down to her very core.

That evening, Ward entered with the meal and sat it down in front of him, and finally, he moved.

He threw the tray of food into the wall with a glare, almost in challenge. But Ward simply shrugged and turned to leave the room. Before Ward could leave though, He spoke.

"Hail Hydra?"

The voice was firm, equal parts confident and confused, and Ward shook his head. "I'm not Hydra. Not anymore. And neither are you."

There was a pause, one that lasted only a few moments, and then Ward was slammed into the wall, a hand at his throat, deep blue eyes glaring into his soul.

Before he could speak, Charlie had burst into the room, a file in her hands. Ward glowered, but Charlie only had eyes for Him.

"You said you wanted orders? Fine." Charlie lifted the file so He could see them. "I have them here. Put my agent down now."

He responded immediately, dropping Ward to the ground and moving to seat himself on his cot.

Charlie moved to stand in front of him. "I need you to find someone."

"He was a soldier, a good one, when he went missing during a mission. It's very vital that we find him, because he's very important, and we're afraid that he's fallen into the hands of our enemies, people who would seek to use him and then break him, force him to become nothing but a mindless machine, and we'd like to stop that, and reverse that situation, if at all possible. But we can't seem to find him." Charlie huffed. "I'm beginning to believe that you are the only one who can."

Charlie handed the file over, and He accepted it eagerly. Finally, something he understood…orders. A mission.

Charlie motioned to Ward to precede her out of the room, and paused at the doorway, turning to watch Him open the file and frown in confusion, picking up the picture she'd placed in the file.

"Your mission is to find that man. His name…. is James Buchanan Barnes."

Charlie shut the door behind her, and turned to Ward, who glared down at her disapprovingly.

"What was that?" He demanded.

"He needed a trigger." Charlie answered, moving back to the window where she could watch him, flipping through the files confused.

It wasn't an hour later, after reading and rereading every scrap of information in the file she'd given him, that his face suddenly contorted in pain and his hands went to grip his head as he began to scream.

Ward looked impressed. "Maybe he did need a trigger. It looks like something's going on in that brain of his, at least."

"It looks painful." Charlie whispered.

"It definitely is." Ward agreed. He turned to look at her, worried. This woman had blackmailed him into switching sides; a feat he'd thought would never happen. And yet somehow; she'd got through to him. Well...mostly she threatened him, but it had worked. He never felt like he'd switched one dictator for another, as much as he considered her his boss; she was never demeaning. She preferred them to be equal; despite everything he'd done (or had almost done.) And for that, he owed her a debt he knew he'd never be able to repay. But that didn't mean he would ever stop trying.

"You don't have to be here for this, though." He pressed lightly. "You can leave. I'll stay here with him. The records indicate he should be in pain for at least three days before his brain stops forcing information and memories into remembrance."

Charlie furrowed a brow. "I have a better idea."

Three days later, He woke up, not at the warehouse, strapped to a cot, but in a bed. There were no restraints. The walls were pale blue, with random paintings of nature scattered about, and He was dressed in a loose T shirt and sweatpants. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how he got there. He didn't know much of anything…..

But he knew his name.

"James…"

WARD! and Bucky... I love them so much!

Alright! So this is wehre we begin...with a weapon attempting to be rehabilitated and Charlie as a reluctant leader/boss.

The next few chapters focus mainly on the beginning of Bucky's rehab, but the rest of the characters will by stopping by soon!

Be excited!

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I Love you all, dear readers.

~CLC~