"They took Clint a year ago... said he was depressed." Natasha says, her voice soft. She doesn't want to set off Bucky, not after today.

James "Bucky" Barnes is getting ready to leave the orphanage tomorrow. He doesn't know whether to be happy or sad about it. Since Steve left, things there changed. For one thing, his clean cut hair had grown out, and is now long enough to touch his shoulders. James was alone and growing depressed without Steve, making him the perfect person for the new Healthy Youth Doctoral Research Assembly to test their medication on.

Sadly, instead of curing the chemical imbalance in Bucky's head, the medication turned depression into an extreme case of bipolar disorder.

Today, Bucky had woken up angry, but calmed down when he was allowed alone time to sleep in, cuddling up to the small raccoon stuffed animal that once belonged to Steve Rogers.

The asylum had been called later that day when Bucky had earned his last strike, nearly breaking another orphan's jaw after the kid, Peter Q, had taken Bucky's raccoon stuffed animal.

Look, nobody fucking touches this boy's raccoon.

Natasha looks at him. "Look, maybe he will be there..." she says softly.

Bucky scoffs, eyes rolling. "Like they put him in the Avengers Asylum, that place doesn't have the funding for Steve's medical history."

"Well you better tell Clint I will get him out of there." Natasha says, handing Bucky back the stuffed animal. "There... even raccoons need stitches sometimes." Nat smiles.

-

James looks around, holding his raccoon tight. The room is dimly lit, feeling vaguely like a mix of a prison, orphanage, and hospital. He remembers from Clint's writing that Natasha showed him, this place is as empty as he made it sound. For a facility that is supposed to work on making people happier and curing mental illness, this is depressing.

He can hear a kid grunting and screaming as he is carried past his cell. The kid sounds angry, very angry. He is screaming that he wants to go back to his room.

Curiosity taking over, James slips out of his bed and presses his ear to the crack of the door.

The sounds are insane. This kid sounds like he has gone berserk. He cant much older than Bucky, his voice is too youthful. If the 16 year old had to guess, he would say the boy thrashing outside his door is 14. He catches a glimpse through the door, and he even looks young.

Then he hears,

Hulk smash!