In an instant, I blinked out of existence. There was no warning, no sensation, just a void where once I stood. It was as though the world had swallowed me whole, erasing my presence from the tapestry of time. Then, as abruptly as it began, I returned, awaking to the furious pumping of blood from my heart, the fine hairs on my neck and arms, the dryness of my tongue, and the swelling of my lungs as they heave like suddenly puffed up balloons. The world seems to thrum with life, and I can almost hear the buzz of my cells fusing back together, knitting me back into the fabric of reality.

Then the rest of it crashes back into me like a train. Suddenly, the intense pounding of my head makes me want to shout, and the terror materializes like a phantom ravaging my body, digging its nails into the soft insides of my flesh, crawling all the way up my throat and bursting through my lips to release its desperate wail. I begin punching the blood-soaked ground beneath me, leaving dents in the soil. My head throbs with searing pain from the gaping wound on the right side of my face, and blood seeps from it, staining my vision crimson. I am lost, disoriented, and trapped in a nightmarish void. The world spins around me in a dizzying whirl, and I feel utterly alone, as if I have been abandoned in this terrifying limbo.

I muster every ounce of my strength to push myself off the ground. My trembling limbs sway beneath me, and I stagger to my feet, tears streaming down my face. The pain in my head is excruciating, a constant reminder of the chaos I had just experienced. My vision is blurred, and the world around me seems to sway like I'm adrift in a sea of confusion. As I stumble around in the disorienting aftermath, grabbing onto tree limbs, I call out to see if anyone's here with me. My voice chokes with fear and desperation, hoping for a response, for any sign that I wasn't truly alone. Every sound is muffled, distant, like I am listening to everything around me through a thick veil.

Then, out of the disorienting haze, a pair of hands reach out and cling onto mine. The touch is warm and comforting, grounding me in a way nothing else could. But my senses are still in disarray, and my mind struggles to comprehend this sudden presence. My eyes can't focus on their face, it's all a pixelated disaster. I can't find the strength to rip my hands away–they call to me like a lighthouse to a whaler. Words are spoken, but they sound like distant echoes in my ears, their meaning lost in the cacophony of confusion.

"Avalon, hey, it's okay!" The words feel like a whisper in the wind, flying away from me as I try to understand them. Silence echoes around me once me, and I feel as if the world truly doesn't exist with me in it. Ripping my hands from its grasp, I stagger backwards, not knowing which direction to run.

"Avalon!"

Amidst the chaos of my return, my senses overwhelmed and disoriented, I hear the voice calling out to me again. It was faint, like an echo from a distant dream. My vision begins to clear, my footsteps come to a halt, and I see him–Bucky. He is reaching out for me, his lips moving in an attempt to reassure me.I thought I was alone, lost in some nightmarish, cosmic void. But then, his hands gently cradled my face, brushing away loose strands of hair. I stare into those familiar, steel-blue eyes, my own wide in disbelief. Bucky. It's really him.

"We're real. I'm here now," he said, his words cutting through the fog of confusion that had enveloped me. Slowly, the reality of the situation begins to sink in, and a rush of emotions flood over me.

My legs lose their footing, unable to carry my own weight any longer. They gave way beneath me, collapsing to the ground, my mind swimming in a mixture of confusion, relief, and fear. Bucky is there to catch me before I hit the ground, softening the impact. My hands tremble as I touch the massive gash on my face, my fingertips coming away slick with blood. Pain, sharp and persistent, pulses through. I wince, feeling the warm, sticky fluid flow from the wound with no intention of stopping.

"My head..." The words escape my trembling lips as I press my fingers against the gaping wound. It's a searing pain that seems to radiate my entire skull, and I can feel the blood seeping through my fingers. A soft groan escapes my lips as the pain intensifies from the pressure, wincing involuntarily.

Bucky does his best to ease my discomfort. He gently guides me to sit against a nearby tree, his strong arms cradling me as I lean against it. I blink a few times, trying to keep the blood from pouring into my right eye. Nothing seems to make sense. I don't know what the hell happened to me. One second I'm watching my hands disintegrate, and the next, I'm right back where I was. Screaming. Tears swell in my eyes as I look at him, and I don't hesitate this time. I throw my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. It's a desperate, almost painful hug, born from the overwhelming relief of seeing him again after what felt like an eternity.

"I thought I was gone," I whisper, holding onto him tighter. The memory of the moment haunts me, remembering the way it felt. Like I was being erased from existence and pulled right back out. But I also remember the horrifying thud of my head against metal, and the agony that came after.

Bucky holds onto just as tightly, as if to not let me disappear on him again. His metal arm offers a strange mix of warmth and coldness as it encircles me. My blood-stained fingers brush against the cool surface of his prosthetic arm, and I can't help but make a rueful comment, trying to distract myself from my current situation.

"Sorry if my blood got on your arm," I mutter, trying to suppress the throbbing pain that consumes me. It feels like I'm human for the first time; like the super-soldier inside has disappeared, taking everything away with it.

He untangles himself from me, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "No worries, Princess. I've had worse," he reassures me. His eyes, however, can't help but linger on the crimson stream trickling down my face. It's not his fault, and we both know it. Still, I can sense that the idea of him inadvertently hurting me scares him more than anything on this planet.

In the periphery of my vision, a blur of motion catches my attention, and I avert my gaze in the opening to the left of us. There, I see a figure rushing toward us, like they've been trying to find anyone in sight. It's Wanda, reappearing before us just like we did moments ago. She kneels down beside me, her brow furrowing in concern as she takes in the sight of my blood-soaked face and the raw, gaping wound.

"Hey Avalon. Bucky," she says, her eyes moving between the both of us before they laid on the nasty gash on my face. "I'll take care of that. Okay?"

I manage a nod, my gratitude evident in my gaze. With practiced precision, Wanda extends her hands, her mystical energies manifesting. A soft, red, ethereal glow surrounds my wound, and I feel a strange, gentle warmth as the skin begins to knit itself back together. The pain slowly subsides, replaced by a sense of relief. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

My shoulders relax, my breathing evens out. "Thank you, Wanda," I express, finally feeling like I'm myself again. As Wanda and Bucky attempt to help clean the blood off my face, I endure it for a moment, but a growing frustration simmers within me. The idea of appearing weak gnaws at my core. Something feels different now, as if a shift has occurred within me. With a sudden surge of annoyance, I push their hands away. At this moment, there is nothing we can do about my appearance, but it doesn't bother me as much as it does them.

"Enough. Let it be," my voice sharp, my passive tone turns resolute. With a clear mind, I know something big transpired, but I don't know what that could be. The atmosphere shifts again, but this time with a peculiar energy that sends shivers down my spine. It's as if the very fabric of reality is being manipulated, and then, in a swirl of mystic energy, a portal opens behind us.

Before us stands Doctor Strange, his cape billowing ominously, a look of grave importance sculpted upon his face. His arrival is accompanied by the sound of sparking magic, a vivid display of his mystical powers. His cryptic yet urgent words pierce through the air, making it clear that time is of the essence.

"We don't have much time," he says, his voice laden with the gravity of the situation. "It's been five years, and the battle is far from over. There's much to explain, but for now, we need you. Thanos is still a threat, and the universe still depends on us."

With a shared glance of understanding, Bucky, Wanda, and I step through the mystic portal, leaving behind the confusion of our return and stepping into a world that has changed beyond our imagination. As we emerge on the other side, we find ourselves in the midst of chaos.

The ruins of the Avengers base stand before us, a grim testament to the battle that has raged here. Everywhere we look, we see the evidence of destruction and devastation. In five years, the world has gone into catastrophe, and we can only hope that this last battle ceases it all.

Amidst the chaos, our focus remains on the battle. I stand tall, gun in hand, and I am masked with determination. I may not understand how five years have passed, but it will not sway me from fighting again. My wounds, though still freshly healed, do not deter me. In my ninety-something years of life, I know that I was made for this moment. Regardless of the outcome–which I hope is the best outcome–I will lay it all out on the field.

The battle against Thanos is far from over, but with the return of our comrades and newfound determination, we stand united and ready to protect the universe from the looming threat once again. The Avengers assemble once more, and the fate of the universe hangs in the balance. In a dance with death, we charge forward, determined to undo our mistakes.

One more time, Avalon.

The battlefield is a whirlwind of mayhem. Thanos and his merciless army press forward relentlessly, their sheer numbers threatening to overwhelm us. But they are no match to us; we've lost more than they have gained. The ground shakes as giants clash, the sky is ablaze with explosions, and the air is thick with the acrid stench of battle.

As the battle rages on, Bucky and I find ourselves back-to-back, defending against wave after wave of alien attackers. The air is filled with battle cries, explosions, and the clash of weapons. The ground beneath us trembles with each impact, and the sky is a chaotic tapestry of energy beams and swirling debris.

Amidst the chaos, Bucky's voice reaches my ears, his words a comforting anchor in the storm. He leans in close to me, shouting over the din of battle, "Stay close, Avalon. We've got this." His words are simple, but they hold a promise of unwavering support, a reminder that we face this fight together. I nod in response, not needing words to convey my determination. We press on, fighting side by side, our movements synchronized as we take down our foes. The battle is fierce, and the odds seem insurmountable, but we refuse to yield. Because when you're fighting for your right to survive, nothing can stand in the way of our freedom.

As we move deeper into the fray, I unleash the full extent of my abilities. My marksmanship is unparalleled as I pick off enemies from a distance, my shots finding their marks with deadly accuracy. In close combat, I move with grace and precision, my knives flashing as they incapacitate foes.

As the havoc that threatens to consume us all, hope begins to wane. The Avengers fight valiantly, but it seems as though the sheer might of Thanos and his forces may be too much to overcome. Our allies are pushed to their limits. Thrown in different directions, unable to keep the enemy at bay. But then, a glimmer of hope appears on the horizon. Tony Stark, wielding the power of the Infinity Stones in a makeshift gauntlet, steps forward. With a final, desperate act, he harnesses their unimaginable power and snaps his fingers.

In an instant, Thanos and his entire army begin to disintegrate into ash. The battlefield falls into an eerie silence as our heroes and allies watch in awe and relief. The Mad Titan, once an uncontrollable force, is reduced to nothing more than dust. As if he never existed.

***

        I stand in front of a mirror, my reflection draped in a somber black dress. My heart feels heavy with the cataclysmic aftermath of the war that once raged. I stare back at my reflection, these eyes have faced hardships that no other would understand. I have the face of someone who has been an assassin, who disappeared for five years, but also, still managed to keep my humanity intact. The scars from every battle I've faced cover me, etching a roadmap of survival and resilience across my skin. Each mark is a reminder that I've defied insurmountable odds, that I've stood tall amidst chaos and destruction. In this moment of reflection, I acknowledge the strength that has carried me through the darkest of times, and I prepare to face the somber day ahead with reverence.

This is the first time I've been in the United States in what feels like an eternity. After everything that has transpired, I can hardly believe it. That I'm not rotting in a prison cell for crimes I didn't willingly commit. It's all thanks to Steve, though. He managed to get Bucky and I a conditional pardon–a gesture that I am profoundly grateful for. Being back here holds a strange mixture of emotions that I don't know how to cope with. I don't exactly fit the mold of a conventional citizen, but I suppose that's something I have to work on. This is a chance for me to rebuild and reconnect with the life that was taken away from me.

A gentle knock at the door tears me away from my contemplation. The door slowly opens, revealing Clint. His eyes say more than any word can convey. To me, Clint has always been someone I could turn to, a father figure, and a steadfast presence in a life filled with chaos. His arrival offers both solace and a subtle reminder that we're all connected, bonded by the trials and tribulations we've endured together.

"Hey Lonnie," Clint steps further into the room, holding out a phone in his weathered hand. Its screen glows softly, and I can't help but feel a sense of foreboding as I accept it. The device feels heavy in my grasp, carrying the weight of uncertainty and the unknown. "They want to talk to you."

I take the phone from his hands, my fingers trembling as I bring it to my ear and I clear my throat. "Hello, this is Dr. Rawlins," I say, my voice steady and professional, despite the anxious flutter in my chest. The line is silent for a moment before I hear shuffling on the other side.

"Good afternoon, Avalon," a calm yet authoritative voice responds from the other end of the line. The voice sends a shiver down my spine. "This is the Board of Pardons and Paroles. We've been reviewing your case, and we would like to request your presence in Boston for a hearing following Mr. Stark's funeral."

My heart quickens, and I exchange a glance with Clint, who's still standing in the room with me. "Boston?" I inquire, my voice carrying a mixture of surprise and hesitancy. I get to go home.

"Yes, Boston," the voice confirms, the sound of pages flipping fills my ears. "We understand that you've been granted a conditional pardon, and this hearing will determine the final terms of your release."

I swallow hard, my mind racing as I process this unexpected development. "I... I understand," I manage to respond, trying to maintain my composure. I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it would be so soon.

"Very well," the voice continues. "We will make the necessary arrangements for your transportation. Please be prepared to leave after the funeral. The hearing is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Do not be late, Dr. Rawlins." The call quickly ends and I take the phone away from my ear, shocked.

The weight of the conversation lingers in the air after it ends. I hand the phone back to Clint, who watches me with a knowing expression. I can sense the mix of concern and understanding in his eyes. This is what needed to happen, and maybe, this will be a step in the right direction. Maybe there are things waiting there for me that I don't know about.

"I have to go to Boston," I say, almost to myself. My mind drifts to the memories of my past life in Boston—where I had my share of happiness and heartbreak. It's a place etched with nostalgia and a sense of longing, a place where I discovered love and passion, and yet, it's also a place where I encountered the darkest chapter of my life. The thought of returning to my roots, especially under these circumstances, sends shivers down my spine.

Clint steps closer, putting his hand on my shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "You'll do fine, Lonnie," he says, calmly, knowing that this is what's best for me. "Show them you're not a threat to them anymore. You have come a long way since your Hydra days."

I nod, trying to piece together some semblance of calm in my storm of emotions. I fear that they might try to say that this life was my choice; that I willingly went to Hydra. "I hope so," I reply, a tinge of uncertainty in my words. "I just...don't want things to go back to how they were. I don't want to be controlled once more."

Clint's hand on my shoulder provides a reassuring anchor in the sea of my doubts. "I get it, kid," he says, his eyes reflecting his empathy, "but surely, you have to remember that you're not the same person. You're different now, and you've proven that. Yes, there have been a few bumps in the road, but at the end of the day, you're still Avalon. You're a survivor and nobody can take that from you." I find solace in his words, a glimmer of hope that this journey to Boston might indeed lead to a fresh start.

But Clint's unwavering support and encouragement provide a much-needed boost to my confidence. "You're right," I reply, determination lacing my voice. "I won't let them control me again. I've fought too hard to regain my freedom."

As we step outside, the sun casts a warm, melancholic glow over the gathering. The atmosphere is filled with a mix of sorrow and remembrance. I join Bucky, Wanda, and Sam where they stand by the lake house. Bucky instinctively wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and I lay my head on his shoulder. We stand amongst the others who mourn the loss of a hero. Although I only had the pleasure of knowing Tony for a short time–and we often found each other exchanging sarcastic phrases–my heart hurts for his family.

I watch in solemn silence as Pepper Potts steps forward, her eyes reflecting the weight of the loss of her husband. She approaches the edge of the lake, holding a bouquet of vibrant flowers in her hands. With a graceful yet poignant gesture, she releases the flowers onto the serene waters, allowing them to float gently, their colors contrasting with the muted landscape. It's a depressive moment, one that will remain etched in my memory for a long time. The loss of Tony, a man who fought alongside us, who sacrificed so much for the greater good, is felt deeply by all of us.

As the flowers continue their voyage across the lake, my thoughts dwell on the family I lost. The memory of their faces, the sound of their voices, and the warmth of their embrace all seem like distant echoes from another lifetime. I was torn away from them too soon, forced to leave behind everything I held dear–forced to become someone I never asked to be. My heart aches with the realization that I will never see them again, and the weight of their absence is a constant companion in the quiet moments of my life. I can only imagine that they are no longer with us, their lives taken by the relentless march of time. The pain of their absence is a wound that refuses to heal. It will be a burden I will carry with me for the rest of my own, overextended life.

As the service concludes, people slowly disperse and engage in quiet conversations. I find myself fixated on the tranquil lake. I know what comes next for me, but I wish I didn't have to leave. At least, not now. The weight of my thoughts are almost suffocating, and it's hard to shake the feeling of dread about what lies ahead. Bucky notices my distant demeanor, the somber look that clouds my eyes.

He gently removes his arm from me, his hands cupping my cheeks. His eyes search mine, trying to understand the depths of my mind before he speaks. "Princess," he says softly, a hint of worry in his voice, "what's going on?"

I look away from him, focusing on the tree limbs that sway in the gentle wind. The words I have to muster hurt me as I blink away the tears that begin to form in my eyes. There's a heaviness in my heart as I begin to speak. "I have to go," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "After this, they're sending me to Boston. There's a hearing with the Board of Pardons and Paroles. They'll decide the conditions of my pardon."

Bucky's eyes widen, and for a moment, he's silent, absorbing the gravity of the information I gave him. His thumb caresses my check, and he swallows hard, trying to find the words to say. "Boston?" he finally asks, his brows furrowing together. "Why Boston?"

I take a deep breath, my heart heavy as I try to explain why. "It's where I grew up, Buck. Where I became Dr. Avalon Jane Rawlins, the forensic scientist. Where I had to live a life according to someone else's expectations of me," I say, my voice quivering as the memories of my past flash before my eyes. "A place where the old me died, and I took her place. But under these circumstances..." My voice trails off, the apprehension in my eyes is clear.

Bucky's expression softens, and he gives me a reassuring nod. He takes his hand to lift my chin to meet his steel-blue eyes. "You'll do more than fine," he assures, his voice gentle. "You're one of the strongest people I know, Avalon. I've seen you fight through the darkest times and you've always come out on top. They'll see that, too."

I manage a small smile, appreciating his unwavering support. "I hope so," I reply, the voice steadying. I don't know how long I'll be, but I know I'll find my way back to him, like I always do. "It's easier to know I'll have you when it's all said and done."

Bucky leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. "Always," he whispers against my lips. "I'll be there, waiting for you, no matter what."

As we stand as a united front one last time, I look out amongst the others. This may be one of the last times they all stand together, but sometimes, even the best things in life must come to an end. Surely though, every moment, battle, and hardship we've faced has led us to this point, a chance for a brighter future.

Amidst the crowd, Steve approaches, his presence commanding respect and attention. He catches my eye and nods subtly, a silent request for a moment alone. Bucky squeezes my hand reassuringly before stepping back, allowing me to have this private conversation with the man who had been my friend and savior. Do not cry.

"Steve," I acknowledge as we move a few steps away from the others, the sounds of their conversations fading into the background.

Steve wears a solemn expression, yet there was warmth and determination in his eyes. "Avalon, I wanted to talk to you before you go," he admits, knowing that this will most likely be one of the last times we'll have together. And I hope not the last.

I nod, grateful for the opportunity he has blessed me with. "What's on your mind?"

Steve takes a deep breath before he speaks. "I've set everything up for you in Boston," he says, a smile slowly creeping on his lips. "You'll have a chance to start a life there, the life you always deserved. If you want to be there. This isn't just about your pardon, it's about giving you a chance to be free, to live without the constant shadows of your past haunting you."

His words hang in the air, and I feel a rush of emotions welling up inside me. It is a chance for a fresh start, a chance to rebuild my life away from the shadows of Hydra and the chaos of the battles we have fought.

I am taken aback by his words, my gratitude swelling. This is a moment I have dreamed of, but never thought I'd live long enough to see the day. "Steve, I don't know how to thank you. You've done more for me than I ever imagined possible."

He smiles warmly, his gaze fixed on mine. "Avalon, you've proven yourself time and time again. You're strong, resilient, and more than deserving of this fresh start."

I blinked back the tears that threatened to surface, my voice trembling with emotion. "I won't forget this, Steve. I promise," I say, sincerely, before embracing him. This moment takes me back to New York. When I found myself going into the Avengers Tower, in search of my new friends. I didn't know why I had put my trust in someone I had just met, but I'm glad I trusted my own instincts.

He returns the gesture before pulling away, glancing over toward Bucky, who stands off to the side. "And one more thing, Avalon," he adds, taking on a more tender quality to his words, "You've been the best thing that's ever happened to Bucky. He's found something real and beautiful in you, something worth fighting for."

My heart swells with warmth at his words. I had witnessed the transformation in Bucky, the gradual healing of his fractured soul. It was a journey we had embarked on together, a testament to the power of love and resilience. We have mended each other in all the best ways, but now, distance will be the only force that divides us. But only until I sort out my fate.

"Thank you, Steve," I replied sincerely, my gaze shifting back to Bucky, who was engaged in conversation with Sam and Wanda. "I promise you, I'll take care of him, no matter where life takes us." A singular tear runs down my face, and I quickly wipe it away, not wanting to cry in these last moments.

Steve's smile is genuine, and his eyes hold a mix of nostalgia and hope. Like there is something he's not telling me, but I don't press him on the matter. Because for me, the worst is yet to come. "I know you will. Now, let's go back to them. We have a few more moments to cherish together."

           With those words, we rejoin our friends, ready to share these precious last moments before I embark on the next chapter of my life, one that Steve helped me write with hope and optimism. These moments, so bittersweet, would no longer be taken from me. They were mine to treasure and carry forward, a source of strength and inspiration. No matter what happens in Boston, I will have a family to come home to.

A short while later, as the sun begins to set, a sleek black car pulls up near the gathering. Its engine hums softly, a stark reminder that the time has come for me to say goodbye.The sight of it seems out of place amidst the solemn atmosphere of the funeral, and it draws puzzled glances from those around. However, I know exactly what it means. A sigh escapes my lips, mine and Bucky's eyes meet. A sadness has found their way into his, and I can't help to feel like my heart is being torn in two.

With a heavy heart, I turn to Bucky, his presence offering solace even in the midst of uncertainty. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a warm and lingering embrace. He is my lifeline, my confidant, and the person I found a home in. Leaving him means leaving a piece of myself behind.

"We'll be together again soon," I whisper softly, my voice trembling. Bucky doesn't say a word, but his grip on me tightens, conveying his unspoken promise to find me when it's all over.

"Avalon, I want you to know something, something that's been true since the moment I met you," he begins, his words holding a conviction to them. I look at him, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for his words. "I love you," he says, his voice unwavering. "And our love, it knows no bounds. It can withstand any distance, any challenge, because it's stronger than anything this world can throw at us."

Tears well up in my eyes as I nod, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the strength of our connection. "I love you too, Bucky," I whisper, my voice filled with the same unfaltering conviction. "And no matter where life takes us, we'll find our way back to each other. The world is no match to us."

With a soft smile, I lean in and press a tender kiss to his lips, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his embrace. It is a silent promise, a reassurance that no matter the distance or time apart, our love would endure. Nothing will change that.

Reluctantly, I release him from my embrace and turn toward the waiting car. As I step away, the weight of my destiny rests heavy on my shoulders, but I know I can face it with the unwavering support of those who have become my family. But unfortunately, this is a battle I will face on my own. Once more, I will face the demons of my past, and maybe, just maybe, I'll come out on the right side.

As I take a step forward, I can't help but glance back one more time, etching Bucky's image into my heart. This was not goodbye; it is simply a "see you later." Bucky looks at me, a hint of skepticism in his eyes before he calls out to me. "Avalon, where should I look for you?"

A soft smile graces my lips as I reply, "Just as you always have, James. Follow your instincts, your heart. You'll find me."

Those words prompt me to step into the waiting car, closing the door behind me.As the vehicle departs, I watch through the window as the world passes me by as I prepare to embark on the next chapter of my life. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over everything it touches. I can't help but feel hopeful, anticipating the journey ahead.Yet I know there is more to come on my journey.

My heart remains heavy with the weight of leaving behind the life I have known, the people I have come to love. A new beginning also awaits. This is a chance for me to prove I am more than the monster I was morphed into. Leaving the familiar faces of my friends behind, I realize I'm heading toward something uncertain, but also something beautiful and promising.

With each passing mile, I put the battles of the past behind me and look forward to the adventures that lie ahead. With the wind rushing through the open window, I let my doubts and fears drift away, leaving me with a profound sense of freedom and a conviction that no matter what life throws my way, I will face it with courage and determination.

But my story doesn't end here.

a/n - and like that, desolation has come to an end. BUT THE SEQUEL WILL BE OUT SOON! it'll follow the falcon and the winter soldier, and plus, im going to put my own little twist on it!! I hope you've enjoyed the journey thus far. hopefully you'll follow me onward to the next! please let me know your thoughts!! BAVALON ISN'T OVER YET :)))) -k