You all have followed me, gave support and criticism, and so I wanted to update this completed story with a teaser. I also wanted to say that you guys should reread the previous chapter because I also updated and fixed some stuff. Not a whole lot but enough for you guys to be satisfied with some things. Anyway, here's a teaser for you guys because Thor: Ragnorok and The Black Panther trailers have been driving me crazy all week!

Be on the look out for a spin-off and sequel to this story dearest readers! Enjoy!

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The Asset—

(nonotanymoreNOTANYMORE!)

Bucky's eyes traced the age lines and well-groomed goatee the other man was sporting, but beside the age and key differences, it honestly for a moment felt like standing in the same space, same breath, as Howard. It was almost like seeing an old friend... but not.

"You," came an ugly snarl from the other man.

Dark eyes were set ablaze with a familiar fury, Bucky had no time to move—To defend? To attack?—when he was suddenly thrown backwards by a force which was clutching him tight from the neck and his chest before his world exploded in white when he crashed into something thick from behind him. Any other man would have died from the impact of their body, their spine, colliding and crashing through the crumbling brick stone walls, but Bucky wasn't just any guy.

(pity)

Head dizzy and black spots dancing around his vision, he forced himself on his forearms and lifted his head up, trying to get a word out before it threatened to be swallowed back like his tongue almost did.

"Mr. Stark—"

He didn't get the chance to say more because the metal suit then grabbed the closest car and began to spin it like an athlete competing in the hammer throw. Bucky watched the car suddenly find itself in the air where gravity then decided to lump it directly where he was lying. Quickly, he scrambled out of the way just in time to avoid being flattened like road kill, but he didn't get far as something tight grabbed his ankle and then tossed him as the new heavy ball to the hammer throw.

Crashing into a windshield, Bucky didn't bother getting up again. His brain was doing flip flops and he felt like he was going to puke himself empty of his entire digestive system.

(butyoudeserveditdidn'tyou?)

He groaned when his body was dragged off the hood of the ruined car, but before his body could fall in a heap, metal fingers coiled tightly around his neck before proceeding to lift him high off the ground like a wet rag. Bucky's dizzy eyes could barely focus on the scowling metal plate mask, but he was overwhelmed by the two laser bright eyes that stared at him.

"What's the Fist of HYDRA doing skulking," and the fingers twisted tighter like vice. "On my fucking doorstep?"

He blacked out before he could give an answer.