THE DRIVE AWAY from the ruins of Camp Lehigh was a quiet one. Rogers still commandeered the vehicle while Y/N sat in the back with Natasha's head resting on his lap.

Steve often looked at them through the rear view mirror, every now and then Y/N moving the hair out of her face and running his fingers through it. Rogers knew he cared for her even more than what their harmless back and forth flirting presented.

"Is she doing okay?" He asked.

"Her breathing is normal. Nothing broken as far as I can see." Y/N answered.

The older man simply nodded and continued the drive. There was more silence until the younger soldier spoke again.

"Steve?" He asked. "Back there, what Zola was saying..."

"I know." Steve replied immediately knowing where he was going. "It's a lot to take in...for the both of us."

"Yeah." Y/N replied. The fact that he was talking to his real father still took a while to process. "I don't know if should be happy or..."

Steve looked at him through the rear-view mirror. Despite the circumstances, he was relieved that his son was alive and well.

"Just know that I am."

Natasha suddenly stirred awake and looked around with narrowed eyes.

"Wha...what happened?" She asked. "Where are we?"

"Relax. We're on our way to some place safe. We've been driving for a while now."

He took her exhale as a form of response and she shifted her body, still laying her head on his lap.

"Some place safe? Where?" She asked.

Y/N looked out the window. "A friend's."

• • •

A KNOCK ON the door alerted the homeowner inside. Sam Wilson opened it and was surprised to see Y/N, Steve, and their friend Natasha at his doorstep. By the looks of their clothes and bruises on their faces, he immediately knew they needed help.

"Hey, man." Sam greeted.

Y/N held Natasha beside him. "I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low."

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." She added.

Sam looked at Steve who nodded in agreement. He then glanced around his yard.

"Not everyone."

The veteran let them in and shut the door.

A/N: Some lime as folks would say towards the end of this section. Nothing too crazy but just a warning for anybody who doesn't vibe with that.

Y/N finished showering and was in the guest room. Natasha was the first to clean up and Steve was currently doing so. The young man wore the same pants from before along with one of Sam's compression shirts, which he let him have.

He leaned against the dresser and looked at himself in the mirror. The last couple hours were a lot to process, he couldn't wrap his brain around it.

Margaret Carter, founder of S.H.I.E.L.D, is his mother.

Steven Rogers, Captain America, is his father.

The people that raised him weren't his parents.

He was taken away again in the middle of the war and experimented on to be a weapon.

He woke up decades later and thought he was working for a greater cause, but in reality...he was just a soldier for the same people who tried to make him a killer.

What was there to believe in now? Who could he trust? He figured Nick Fury kept this all from him, and if he could keep such things to himself...who else was staying tight-lipped?

As of now, he felt alone. Nobody could understand his situation or what he was feeling.

"Hey." He heard a feminine voice call out from the door to his right. He looked away from the mirror and turned to Natasha, who was wearing black pants and the same tank top she had under her previous wardrobe.

Unfortunately, Sam didn't have any clean clothes for her.

Y/N didn't respond and walked away from the dresser and towards the bed. He continued folding the shirt and jacket he had on before, just for habit.

"Y/N." She spoke again, but was met with the same silence. She walked towards the bed.

"Look, I know there is a lot to process—"

"You don't know the half of it." He interjected.

She sat at the edge of the bed as he finished folding the clothes. "If you want to talk about it..."

"What is there to talk about?" He raised his voice. "The fact that I've been lied to? Right when I woke up in this damn century?"

Natasha stood quiet as Y/N scoffed and continued his rant.

"I was taken away from my real mother, raised by people who weren't even related to me, then taken away again so that I could be made into a weapon."

He paced around the room and rested his hands against his waist.

"Then I wake up. I thought I was making a difference working for Fury...but I was just working for the same people who took my life away."

Y/N sighed, trying to compose himself as he got emotional.

"They were never gone, and I was their weapon this whole time." He added, mentioning HYDRA.

Natasha could see her friend in turmoil. She got up from the bed and rubbed the side of his arm.

"Y/N...you were never a weapon."

He quickly moved away which caused her to flinch. He looked directly at Natasha.

"Wouldn't you know?" He asked. "What other things have you kept from me?"

She was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You must've known something. You and Fury were very close."

"Don't." She shot back,  not wanting to hear the name of the late director and friend.

"His secrets are what got him killed. And now we're in the same crosshair."

He turned away and faced the wall. Natasha breathed out as she took in his words, now feeling hurt again as she remembered Fury.

"Y/N..." She began. "I swear I didn't know. You have to trust me."

"I...I don't know what to believe anymore."

She got closer to him again. "I know what you're feeling—"

Once again, Y/N interjected as he spun back around to face her with a glare. "How would you know, Romanoff?"

She didn't back away and looked directly at him.

"I never got to know my parents. All I ever knew were the people who trained me to be an assassin." She said, which eased the glare on the man's face.

She continued. "I thought I was going straight once I joined S.H.I.E.L.D, atone for the things I've done. But turns out I just traded in the KGB for HYDRA."

He listened as her eyes started to water. It pained him to have this memory of hers resurface, and he was the cause of that.

"So I guess we were both weapons. Except you don't have to worry about the red you have in your ledger." She said. "You're not the only one who's world's now flipped upside down."

She was ready to storm out of the room, but Y/N grabbed her arm to stop her. She pulled away and looked at him.

"What? I'm not allowed to be pissed off too?" She scolded.

He paused for a bit before responding. "No."

"Asshole."

"Yeah, I might be."

"You are."

"All this time you never told me." He said mentioning how she never knew her parents either.

"Why would I?" She asked, their faces now mere inches apart. "Unlike you I tend to try and forget my past."

He scoffed at her remark.

"Because I have things I want to remember."

"What are you implying?"

He stood quiet, simply looking into her eyes. She glared after realizing his reference to her past in the KGB.

She tried to shove him, but her push wasn't enough to make him move. "You are an asshole."

She tried to walk away again, but he grabbed her arm once more, which started to annoy her.

"Let go of me!"

"Why didn't you say anything before?" He asked.

"I told you, Y/N. I didn't know about what happened to you." She raised her voice.

"I'm talking about you."

She realized he was referring to her own past, mostly the fact of how she didn't have her parents.

"Why do you care?"

"Because I do."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do." He started raising his own voice, hand still gripping her arm. She pulled away and left his hold.

"You never have. All you've done is mope about not knowing yours." She shot back. "Well, guess what? Now you know, and it stings doesn't it?"

He chuckled amidst his own annoyance. "Fuck you."

She continued glaring and tried shoving him once more, but Y/N grabbed her wrists before she can try again.

"No. Fuck you." She shot back. "Let me g—"

The man's lips crashed onto hers, and the grip on her wrists transferred to her shoulders.

Natasha was initially surprised and thought of pushing him again, but her body reacted another way, deciding to run her hands along the back of his neck.

She ended up against the wall with the soldier on her, the kiss continuing. Natasha bit on his bottom lip which just egged Y/N on and he answered back by slipping his tongue through her lips. Natasha did so as well and the two explored each other's mouths as the embrace ensued.

The two parted after a few moments and rested their forehead's against one another. He had his hands against the sides of her waist as they caught their breaths.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, not knowing exactly for what.

She stood silent for a couple seconds before replying. "Me too."

It was as if the tension from before had eased, which was what they needed.

"You were right. You didn't need practice." She remarked, recalling their conversation on the way to Camp Lehigh.

He let out a chuckle, his body still pressed against hers. She let out her own breathy laugh.

"And is that your baton down there or are you just really excited?"

Y/N was more than willing to continue what they started. "Want to find out?"

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the hallway.

"Breakfast's almost read—" Sam stopped by the door and looked in, seeing the two. "Oh, shit...sorry."

Y/N chuckled awkwardly as he stepped away from Natasha. She scratched the back of her neck and crossed her arms before looking away from Sam.

The Air Force veteran continued. "Uh, like I was saying. Breakfast is almost done. If you...eat that sort of thing."

• • •

STEVE SAT AT the table while Y/N and Natasha stood in the dining room. Sam came out of his kitchen, still eyeing the two and smirking at the young man. Y/N quickly looked away as Wilson quietly chuckled, he hoped Sam wouldn't say anything about what he saw earlier.

"So, the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha asked.

"Pierce." Steve answered.

"Who so happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." Y/N chimed in.

"But he's not working alone." Steve added. "Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."

Natasha thought for a moment. "So was Jasper Sitwell."

"I knew him being on there seemed fishy." Y/N said after a sigh.

Steve took a breath in. "So, the real question is, how do three of the most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D officer in broad daylight?"

"The answer is, you don't." Sam said as he dropped a folder in front of Steve.

"What's this?" He asked.

"Call it a résumé."

Natasha picked it up and looked at the initial photos. Y/N leaned over to check it out.

"Is this Bakhmala?" She asked. "The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you." She turned to Y/N. "You didn't say he was a Pararescue."

Steve took the photos and looked at a picture of Wilson and his late partner. "Is this Riley?"

"Yeah." He answered in a somber tone.

"I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs." Natasha added.

"What did you use? A stealth chute?" Y/N asked.

"No. These." Sam picked up the file and handed it to him. Y/N looked within and his brow raised after seeing the tech he used.

"I thought you said you were a pilot." Y/N remarked.

Sam chuckled. "I never said pilot."

"Bro, these are frickin' wings." He added with an impressed laugh.

Rogers looked directly at Wilson, appreciative of his help but wary of risking the man's life. "I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason."

"Dude, Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in."

"And Freedom Fighter." Y/N added with eyes still glued in the file. "Don't forget."

Natasha elbowed his side and garnered a quiet ow out of him.

"Where can we get our hands on one of these things?" Steve asked about the wing-suit.

"The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall."

Steve looked at Y/N and Natasha, the female giving a shrug and the man giving a nod. He looked back at Sam.

"Shouldn't be a problem."

• • •

WITH THE HELP of Sam threatening Jasper Sitwell outside of the hotel, Y/N, Steve, and Natasha were able to detain him and take him to a rooftop for further questioning.

The young soldier pushed Sitwell through the door, causing him to roll over and fumble back up.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm." Steve demanded as the three walked toward him.

"Never heard of it." He replied as he put his glasses back on.

"Bullshit." Y/N shot back. "What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?"

"I was throwing up. I get seasick."

Sitwell suddenly gasped as he reached the edge of the roof. Y/N grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"Is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof?" Sitwell stated, still pretty fearful. "Because I know it's not your style, L/N."

Sitwell had a point, Freedom Figther hasn't had to kill anybody so far. "You're right. It's not."

He put him down and fixed the man's tie, then smiled.

"It's hers."

Sitwell's eyes widened as Natasha immediately kicked him off the roof. His screaming deafened as he fell several stories down.

Steve put his hands in his pockets and looked at the two agents beside him.

"So...I heard something went on while I was in the shower."

Y/N darted his eyes at Rogers as Natasha chuckled and shook her head. The young man sighed upon realizing what he was referring to.

"Wilson tell you? When?"

"While we were getting ready." He shrugged. "It's nice. My boy's all grown up."

Natasha stifled a laugh as Y/N dropped his head. If these jokes were coming from Steve, he couldn't imagine how Stark would take the fact that he was Cap's son.

"Oh, God. I should've thrown myself off with Jasper."

Sitwell's screaming resumed as he was flown back up and dropped on the roof. Sam Wilson soared in the air before landing beside him in his EXO-7 Falcon suit.

"Okay! Okay!" Sitwell exclaimed on his knees as he caught his breath. "Zola's algorithm is a program for choosing Insight's targets."

"What targets?" Steve shouted.

"You!" He began. "A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school Valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future."

Y/N crossed his arms. "In the future? How could it know?"

"How could it not?" Sitwell answered with a laugh. He started to explain, "The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores. Zola's algorithm evaluates people's past to predict their future."

"And what then?"

Sitwell looked down and muttered, "Oh, my God. Pierce is gonna kill me."

"What then?" Y/N shouted again.

"Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time." Sitwell looked back up at him. "But you...you they won't kill. They want you back."

Y/N glared at him before picking him up forcefully by the arm. He looked at his colleagues. "Let's get going."

• • •

THEY DROVE DOWN the causeway on their way back to the Triskelion. Sam manned the vehicle with Steve on the passenger's seat and Y/N in between Natasha and Jasper in the back.

"HYDRA doesn't like leaks." Sitwell blurted out.

"Then why don't you try sticking a cork in it?" Sam shot back.

"Insight's launching in 16 hours. We're cutting it a little bit close here." Natasha told them.

"I know. We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly." Steve replied.

Sitwell leaned forward. "What? Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea—"

A thud was suddenly heard on top of the car before a hand grabbed Sitwell and threw him out of the car into traffic.

Both Natasha and Y/N caught a glimpse of the metal arm and knew who it was.

Y/N quickly leaned forward to pull Sam's chair back as the Winter Soldier shot into their car. Natasha jumped in front and moved Steve's body away from the incoming gunfire.

Sam slammed on the brakes and inertia caused the Winter Soldier to fly off, but the man used his metal arm to halt his momentum and land properly.

Natasha was ready to shoot but a jeep hit the back of their car and pushed them forward. Sam tried to commandeer the vehicle as the Winter Soldier jumped back up onto the roof of the car.

He punched through the windshield and ripped the steering wheel right out of Sam's hands. "Shit!"

The Winter Soldier leaped onto the truck behind them as it further hit the car's back bumper. Their vehicle started to lose control and Steve quickly grabbed his shield along with Natasha and Sam.

"Hold on!"

Y/N knew his father wouldn't have time to help him too so he kicked open his door and leaped out of it the same time the other three did. Y/N skidded on the tarmac as the car rolled down the highway into other cars and slamming into a barrier.

He got up just in time to spot the Winter Soldier drop down from the jeep and grab a launcher.

He shot it towards Natasha and Steve, the latter pushing the former away and using his shield to take the full force of the projectile. The explosion threw Rogers off the highway and into the street below.

"Rogers!" Y/N exclaimed and ran forward, but also got the attention of HYDRA's goons who shot in his direction.

The Winter Soldier looked at his direction and spoke to his men. "разобраться с мимикой. Об остальном я позабочусь. (Deal with the mimic. I'll handle the rest)."

He called over a few of them to help him deal with Natasha and Sam. The rest aimed towards Y/N and kept firing in his direction.

"Okay..." Y/N breathed out. "You asked for it."

He ripped of the door of a vacant car and ran out of cover. He shielded himself from gunfire before tossing the door at two of them and knocking them over. He immediately took out his batons and engaged the other two men, hitting one across the face and kicking the second over the barrier. The first man looked at him ready to attack, but landed a driving knee into his stomach before front kicking him over the hood of their vehicle.

The man on the ground tried to get the car door off of himself, but Y/N jumped onto it and kept him down. He threw his baton at the other downed goon and knocked him out.

He ran along the highway and didn't see the Winter Soldier, but did see Sam at the edge of the highway firing from a rifle.

"Romanoff and Rogers are down there!" He shouted at Y/N upon noticing him. "That robotic freak is going after them."

Y/N didn't hesitate and quickly vaulted over the side of the highway into the street below.

"Get out of the way!" Natasha shouted at running civilians on the street. "Stay out of the way!"

A bullet suddenly pierced through her shoulder and she dropped into cover behind a car. She groaned as she held the bullet wound and looked around to see where it came from.

The Winter Soldier jumped onto a nearby car and spotted Romanoff. He cocked his rifle and was prepared to fire, but Y/N ran up and used Black Widow's own scissor kick to take him down. The two rolled on the ground and quickly got up to face each other again.

The Winter Soldier picked his rifle up and aimed but Y/N grabbed it and wrestled to get it out of his hands. He kneed his abdomen and successfully disarmed him, throwing the gun aside and landing a right hook across his face followed by an uppercut.

His adversary tried to counter with his own swing, but Y/N dodged and hit him in the stomach. He followed with a roundhouse kick that slammed the Soldier into the side of the car.

Y/N looked down at him. "This is for Fury, Мудак (asshole)."

The Winter Soldier quickly unholstered his handgun, but Y/N didn't react quick enough to fully avoid it and was shot in his side. "Argh!"

The HYDRA asset took advantage of the man's hindered state and grabbed him by the neck. He punched him twice with his metal arm and then slammed him against the side of a car. He then threw him on the floor and was prepared to shoot him again, but Steve Rogers ran in to assist.

The Soldier's metal fist collided with Rogers's shield before the two engaged in combat as well.

Y/N groaned on the floor beside the cover Natasha was behind. She carefully dragged him behind the car with her.

"Shit...you're bleeding." She pressed on the bullet wound on his side.

"You are too." Y/N grunted, also feeling pain from the punches to his head. "Tell me my face is okay at least."

She didn't reply, still with a worried look as she continued to tend to him.

"I'll be okay." He said as he sat up. "It'll heal. Just...find a way to take this guy down."

"Like how?" She asked.

Y/N looked around, then spotted the Winter Soldier's grenade launcher by the car where they fought.

"Like that."

Steve parried the Winter Soldier's attack and grabbed him by face to flip him over. He rolled back on his feet but lost his face mask, then turned around to face Rogers.

The Captain's expression changed as he focused in on the man's face. He couldn't believe it.

"Bucky?"

The Winter Soldier looked directly at Steve as he gripped his handgun. "Who the hell is Bucky?"

Before he can shoot Rogers, Sam flew in and kicked the HYDRA asset down. Bucky got back up, his brain trying to process where he's heard the name before, but still aimed at Steve again.

Natasha got out of cover and shot an explosive round at him, missing but still blowing up the car nearby. As the smoke settled, the Winter Soldier was gone, leaving the S.H.I.E.L.D fugitives alone on the street.

Sirens blared as Rumlow's S.T.R.I.K.E team arrived on the scene.

"Drop the shield, Cap! Get on your knees!" One officer yelled.

Y/N got out of cover with Natasha, both injured but the man's regenerative healing eased his pain.. He was more worried about Romanoff's wound.

"Get on your knees!" They shouted. "Get down, get down! Get on your knees!"

Sam put his hands up and listened, followed by Steve, Y/N, and Natasha.

"Down! Don't move."

Rumlow cuffed Rogers before noticing a news helicopter in the sky. He looked at his colleague who had a rifle near the Captain's head.

"Put the gun down." He ordered. "Not here. Not here!"

He left Steve and went over to Y/N, cuffing him next. They were all making their way to the transport vehicles when Rumlow whispered to the young man.

"Welcome home, Y/N."