AUTHORS NOTE: I'm doing it guys. I'm attempting another multi-chapter fic. It won't be long. But I really will finish it *sweats nervously*. Enjoy!

"In what world was a meerkat going to pass as a nun, Kevin?" Charlie screwed her eyes shut and rubbed the migraine that had formed after the seventeenth explosion. The infamous Black Widow had dealt with thousands of explosions. It didn't normally get to her. It was just that the infamous-and-completely-idiotic Hawkeye had made the situation so stressful that the backing track of big bangs had pushed her over the edge.

"It worked in Botswana." Kevin threw down his bow, like it wasn't a prized possession, and belly flopped onto his bed in their safe house.

"Budapest isn't Botswana." Charlie finally managed to yank her boot off, sitting on her own bed, and chucked it lamely to Kevin's side of the room. "Not that I believe that story at all. Botswana makes even less sense than Budapest for successful meerkat heists."

"This wasn't meant to be a heist," Kevin spoke into his pillow. "And it wasn't all my fault. Ms. I-can-take-seventeen-guards-at-once."

"Sixteen out of seventeen isn't bad. I got the last sucker eventually." Charlie rebutted. "At least my screw up was a laugh. There's nothing funny about exploding meerkats."

Kevin rolled over on his bed to look at her.

"You heard that sentence right?"

Beep Beep. Beep Beep.

Charlie knew which phone had interrupted their argument, despite the pile of fifty she was sat next too. Going under cover sometimes meant old technology. Potentially her biggest pet peeve. She flipped the damn phone open.

Today couldn't get any worse.

"Dammit Fury…"

Kevin sat up.

"What now?"

Charlie looked back to him. Expression suggesting he already knew.

"He's going ahead with it. He's pulling them together." Charlie chucked the phone back down. "Pack your bags Bartran, we're becoming Avengers."

"You give my life direction, You make everything so clear." Jo threw her head back against the headrest. Punctuating the rhythm of the song she and Captain America had blasting through the radio. The super soldier in question drummed his fingers on the wheel and took the next verse.

"And even as I wander - I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window - On a cold, dark winter's night…And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might!" Dean probably wasn't looking at the road as much as he should be. Agent 13 was the only one who would share his enthusiasm for love ballads. It was his favorite thing about the future. He had to make the most of it. Jo joined in for the chorus – together they had enough passion in the music to break the windows.

"AND I CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING ANYMORE! I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOR!"

"Guys, seriously, we're on a mission." The Falcon broke the mood through their comms units. It was a wonder Benny's husky southern voice could be heard over the heart baring of Reo Speedwagon.

"Don't be a buzz kill, brother." Dean turned down the music a little. Only a little. Benny continued like he couldn't tell.

"I've taken down three watchmen on this block. I think I'm getting close."

Dean carried on singing. If he wasn't listening, Agent 13 was. It really didn't seem like he was listening.

"And if I have to crawl upon the floor,"

"Dean-"

"Come crushing through your door!"

"Seriously…"

"Benny, I can't fight this feeling anymore!"

The joke was shot dead as a loud explosion crashed over comms. Crackling noises replaced Benny's voice. Jo and Dean's expressions dropped. Jo sat up and stared at the speakers. Dean glanced between them and the road.

"Falcon?"

More crackling noises.

"Benny, dammit, answer me!"

"Bastard took my…king wing off…." The reply was broken with static.

"You okay?" Dean pushed, speeding up the golf. He hated this damn golf.

"I'm fine, Rogers – but grounded." With that Benny's comms broke out completely. Dean drove even faster.

"Where was he?"

Jo could only supply a rough co-ordinate. Dean broke a few road laws and slammed the breaks. His helmet was down, his shield in the back seat. Agent 13 already had her gun poised and ready for an attack as Dean took his shield. They were at a cross roads. He signaled that they take separate directions.

The roads of the city carried on as usual around Dean – until he reached a burning car. Until he heard the screaming. The further Captain America ran the more civilians ran against him. An explosion rocketed up ahead. Smoke cleared over the figure standing on a car, clad in black, shoulder length brown hair swaying. They raised their gun to someone still covered by the smoke. The Falcons wing lay as part of the roads debris. Dean forced himself to move faster, raising his shield, jumping from one car to another – ready to tackle what looked like the ring leader of the men who'd been plaguing the city. The one they'd been hunting. The Ghost Story that was The Winter Soldier. The soldier turned at the last minute. Dean raised his shield – not exactly expecting to have to deal with the force and the clang of metal against metal.

"Son of a Bi -" Dean's surprise was cut off as the soldier landed a punch to his jaw, up through the chin. Dean fell back. The Soldier fell back onto the car roof but recovered methodically. Dean was almost too late in pulling his shield back as the bullets fired at him. The soldier rolled off the car once his ammo was out. Dean dived for the shelter of the other side. This dude's outfit was freakin' made of guns. More bullets broke the windows as Dean ran for the other side. He took a dive. Managed to kick the new gun away. It didn't make a difference. The Soldier took hold of the shield with a metal arm. Metal arm. Someone should have given Captain America that memo. The soldier landed a few punches, twisting Dean around his own shield shaped icon until he was on the floor.

Dean rolled over. The soldier threw away the shield. The fight now was a whirl of precise limb movements. The Soldier span Dean around. Dean kicked out. The Soldier pulled a knife. Dean knocked it away, the black muzzle from the Soldiers face going with it. Captain America flipped The Winter Soldier onto the floor. The Soldier's expression never changed from that of murder. Dean couldn't even remember what his mission was. He was back in the 1940's.

"Sammy?"

The Soldier kicked out. Now Dean was on the floor and the Soldier's expression was blurred by the hair that fell in his face. It only looked a little puzzled.

"Who the hell is Sammy?"

AUTHORS NOTE 2: The first two chapters will be introducing our hunting Avengers. This won't follow the plot of the first Avengers film completely - but it is based on it. Please review and follow etc. so I know people are actually interested in this story. Otherwise I might just leave it as a two-shot.