Over the weeks I found myself waking from the similar dream over and over again, always a feeling of hopelessness emitting from it.

Like they were trying to tear myself away from hope of ever getting out of here, of seeing my family again. Once or twice during the time I dreamt that they were saying they would never love a freak like me, a murderer.

Every time I had to remind myself that both Natasha and Clint were spies and killed, and that Bruce was the hulk and everyone loved them.

But each and every time the words started to lose their effect, until I became a shell of the person I once was, muttered to myself words that didn't seem to affect me.

But I still held on, not because of my family, not because of hope that seemed far away, but because of the fact that Bucky Barnes was here and he needed help.

No matter what I wanted to help him and save him from the sins he is going to feel once this is all over.

Hydra didn't know this, wondering how I kept onto hope of family, of rescue, truthfully...I have given up, it's been like two months with no word from my family, Avengers related or my little ragtag gang.

So, it came to me as a shock when I saw an opportunity emerge itself in a mission in Seattle. We were going after information from a high paying man in society, his name was Mark Nelson and he was very rich and powerful.

He wasn't one of those mean dudes though that took power whenever he wanted, he was actually nice and cared for him employees, was compassionate even though he was twenty-five years old.

He gave money to lots of charity and volunteered a lot, he would make Captain America look like a sinner because of how much he contributes to the place.

It was suppose to be an easy job, get in, put the hard drive into the computer, download information, then get out. Mark was suppose to be halfway across Seattle.

Keyword in that sentence was suppose, it was when the hard drive was halfway complete when he walked into his office.

Bucky had gone to take care of the bodyguards around the place leaving me in the room figuring I had everything under control.

So with no one else but me and him, I had to draw and aim my gun at him, "Whoa kid, why don't you calm down and tell me what's going on." he said as he looked at me gentle eyes making my heartache for my family.

"You aren't suppose to be here, you have a meeting." I stumbled never actually having to pull a gun on someone before.

"it got cancelled, look kid, why don't you put the gun down and we can talk." Mark said looking calm and collected.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that." I said my throat closing at what might happen, I was growing scared but my hand didn't shake, it was calm and had steady aim.

"What's your name kid?" Mark asked moving slowly to take a seat in front of his desk, risking a glance at the download time, twenty-five more percent and I could leave.

I curled my lip thinking, "Percy." I said softly watching between the download bar and Mr.Nelson.

"What exactly are you doing Percy." Mark asked leaning forward a bit and I tightened my grip.

"It's nothing of your concern, really Mr.Nelson. You should leave before something regrettable happens." I said but saw that he made no move to leave.

"I'm sure whatever trouble you are in we can figure it out together young man." Mr.Nelson said calmly and soothingly but it didn't help my nerves, if Bucky walked in....

"You need to go, please." I pleaded but still he made no move to leave.

I saw Mr.Nelson frown at my plead and turned just as the doors opened and Bucky strolled in, his gun resting in his belt.

He was wearing his Winter Soldier attire so Mr.Nelson quickly knew who he was and stood up very quickly to move away from the man.

Bucky glanced from Nelson to me with my gun aimed at the man, "No witnesses." his voice was hard as my throat felt like it was closing.

This was why I wanted him to leave, the mission made it very clear no witnesses were to be left. Mr.Nelson opened his mouth but closed it very soon when Bucky had his gun aimed at him.

The seconds seemed to tick by before Nelson spoke once more, "You don't have to do this. Percy, you're young. You don't want to do this, from what I can tell you're a good kid." Mr.Nelson said and I closed my eyes.

His fate was out of my hands now, he knew my name and now that Bucky knew that he knew....

A silenced shot was all that was heard next as I quickly opened my eyes to see Mr.Nelson had stumbled into the wall, smearing blood on it as he slid down it.

I ran to him after doing something with my gun, tears fell down my face as I numbly held my hands down against the wound.

"I'm sorry." I croaked as I pressed against the wound that was still bleeding against my hands, "this is my fault." I said to myself feeling more depressed than ever.

I felt my head lower itself in shame but looked back up when I felt a hand grab my wrist, I stared at Mr.Nelson who seemed to be growing weaker with every breath.

"I should've listened." Mr.Nelson said giving me a weak, joking smile. It made me want to break into a sob more as I ignored Bucky....Winter Soldier, who grabbed the hard drive and was making his way out.

"You can't die. You do too much good." I choked out and took off my hoodie to press it against the wound.

"Please keep that there and press as hard as you can." I said through tears and fumbled toward the phone on the desk.

Instantly dialing 911 I told the ambulance that Mark Nelson got shot and listed the address, just before they asked me for my name I hung up and returned to Mark who still seemed very weak.

I pressed against the wound remembering the dispatch time for most ambulances, it felt like the minutes passed by and felt Nelson lay his hand on mine, "You need to go." he said weakly and I felt numb.

"You're hurt." I said tears still fresh and on going.

"You can't get caught, you need to get out of what you're doing somehow." he said joking and saw his head lolled to the side.

By breath faltered as I pressed against the vain in his neck, my breath released, it was weak but there.

Taking a look at the clock I saw that I really should be going if I don't want to be caught, fumbling up, I stared at my red stained hands for a bit before remembering I needed to go.

Grabbing a tissue I used it to open the doors and ran outside before I heard the sirens going. I just hope that Mark Nelson wasn't really dead, because I don't know how much I would live if he wasn't....

FYI: The next chapter is a bit short but I feel happy with it...