It wasn't long before Steve had called a pack meeting. All six members gathering In one of the conference rooms In the giant building.

Tony sauntered In, looking over the others who sat there, he was the last to show. "Late as always, Stark." Commented the only female In the room. A redhead with shoulder length, wavy hair and bright emerald eyes. "I like to call It being fashionably late, Nat." Tony grinned, making his way to a chair In between Bruce and a muscular male even taller than Steve with golden blond hair that reached his shoulders and silver armor on.

Steve clapped his hands, getting the attention of every member In the room. Ten sets of eyes trained on him; Hazel gold, brown hazel, emerald green, grayish blue and sea blue staring Into sky blue. "Alright, I've called you all here In regards to an alert I've recently gotten hold of," He started off, everyone deafeningly silent as they listened. Steve clearly had a lot of power over them. His sky blue eyes scanned over them. "As of currently, our allies have caught wind of the fresh scent of a few rogues around Manhattan and Queens. They aren't a threat as of now, but I'd advise you all to keep your ears and eyes open when out, especially In the forest and public." He paused to take a breath, "Rogues will normally not attack In public, but most rogues are known to go feral after being cast from their pack. So, please, be careful."

The others nodded. "I'll be sending the scouts out during early morning, after lunch and at dark." Steve watched every one. "Take your normal route, but be alert and double check. If anything suspicious comes up, report It to me." Steve halted to see If anyone was to question his decision. "Tony, you'll be alternating with Natasha or Clint so they don't get as tired. Thor, you're still on hunting duty but will have me, Tony or one of the scouts to accompany you." Steve Informed.

Everyone nodded, waiting for further Instructions. When Steve dismissed them, the five stood up to exit the room.

Later In the day, Inside the lab, both scientists are hard at work. Conversing lightly with one another as they work through equations and Ideas on projects and upgrades on suits.

But off In the forest, a red furred wolf with black, brown and white running through Its coat with emerald green eyes trotted next to a slightly taller wolf. The other wolf had light, hazel-grey brown fur with a white underbelly and grays and blacks also running throughout Its fur. Grayish blue eyes standing out against the timber coat.

The two wolves trotted alongside each other, occasionally sniffing at the ground. The sun was setting and with the tall trees shadowing them, It made It look much darker. With their keen sense of smell and hearing, they were able to pick up on faint tracks of another of their kind. One not In their pack. Senses going on alert, body tensing and fur bristling, both made a silent agreement to track the scent that had wandered Into their territory.

The scent lead a bit further Into their territory, the trail became stronger near a large rock. Silent as ever, both wolves split up, circling the rock. The red furred wolf released a yelp as a larger weight fell on top of It, pinning It to the forest floor below. A snarl rumbled within the attacker's throat. Front legs holding down the red wolf, but what was off was one leg, the left one, was completely made of metal. The wolf the red one had come with, barreled Into the attacker's side, throwing them off.

The metal legged wolf threw the other one off, growling as It stood. Larger than both pack wolves. The scent of It proved It a loner, with an old scent, like an ancient book.

All three wolves stood at a stand off, growling, fur bristling and muscles tensed. That was, until It was made evident the larger attacker had an open wound on Its left side. Most likely from the blue gray eyed one barreling Into them, jaws open. Blood seeped through the cut and tainted the pure black fur. Dark blue eyes revealed pain for a second before disappearing Into a secured, blank expression.

Both pack wolves zeroed In on the Injured one, growling and snapping their jaws at Its ankles. The wolf had come Into their territory and was to answer to their alpha. The Injured attacker was clearly In no position to fight back and obeyed their snapping jaws and started moving. Being forcefully guided deeper Into the territory.

When near the tree line, both pack wolves shifted back. Revealing Natasha, the red headed woman and Clint, the dirty blond male. They turned towards their captive. "Shift." Growled out Natasha, a demand. The Injured wolf stared at her before motioning with Its muzzle to the wound. The wolf was being prevented the ability to shift due to said wound. Clint and Natasha looked to one another. Clint nodded, reaching a hand up to a little circle In his ear. He pressed on It before speaking. "Anyone on comms?" A answer came through In the form of Steve's voice, "Yes, what do you need Barton?" "We found a loner within our territory. The rogue Is wounded and cannot shift back." Clint reported. "I'll get Banner, you and Natasha meet us up by the lower training field."

Clint and Natasha, both hearing what Steve had told them to do, stood at both sides of the wolf. Leading It towards the lower training field. Which was mainly used for archery practice or as a shooting range.

Upon arrival, Steve and Bruce both stood there. Bruce with a first aid kit and Steve with a hardened look In his eyes. Natasha made a low growl to the Injured wolf, daring him to make a move as they stepped back to allow Bruce to come forwards to treat the wound the wolf obtained.

Steve took one look at the wounded, metal legged wolf and sniffed the air. Recognition shining In his sky blue eyes. "Bucky?"

A/N Holy shit. Well, would you look at that. And I'd just like to say, this story doesn't entirely follow the main Marvel timeline. It.. sort of does.