To Infinity and Beyond

2009 

Amy was running on her treadmill when her doorbell rang, causing her puppy to bark. "Konstantin!" she scolded to the Black Russian Terrier puppy. He was a gag Christmas gift from Clint, Phil, and Natasha, her three closest friends in S.H.I.E.L.D. They were worried about her being lonely, so they got her a puppy. But the moment that she held the small puppy dog, she fell in love with it. One thing about this new century was the clothes. She could dress however she wanted and nobody cared! The second was dance music. She still loved dancing and enjoyed it. The third was women's rights. She could be whatever she wanted it to be. As time flew by, she became closer to the three of them. Since she still didn't age, she moved to Washington D.C., and worked full time at the Smithsonian. She still outsourced for SHIELD but spent most of her time at the museum. 

Stopping her machine, she went muted her TV, rolling her eyes as Tony Stark broadcasted that he was Iron Man. A couple of months ago, he went missing and then resurfaced as a superhero. She still kept tabs on him as a promise to Howard. She saw a lot of similarities between him and his father. Both were geniuses, but both were playboys. She watched the news, and read the tabloids. It was honestly disgusting. 

Grabbing her water bottle, she opened her door to see Nat. "Hey...What's up?" she asked, letting her friend in. 

"I'm going on a mission and wanted to know if you wanted to come with me." 

"What kind of mission?" she asked, opening the door wider to allow her best gal friend in. 

"A secret mission to protect a nuclear scientist leaving Iran? You in?" 

Amy shifted her feet. "I don't know, Nat. I've haven't been on a mission in years. I could be rusty."

Natasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Please...We spare almost every weekend, as well as with Barton. It was actually Fury's idea." 

"I'm gonna kill him. Who's gonna watch Konstatine? He's still a baby." 

"Coulson!" 

"Fine," Amy sighed. "I'm not wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D uniform."

"Fair," Natasha smirked. 

"And I'm not wearing my supersuit."

"Do you still have it?"

"Of course I have it," Amy sighed, going into her bedroom to change clothes. She pulled on a tank top, her leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and her knee high black boots. 

The plan ride was in first class, but once they touched down in Iran, they were in a S.H.I.E.L.D official SUV. Natasha drove, while Amy sat in the passenger seat. The nuclear engineer sat in the back seat, looking extremely nervous. "Don't worry...You got yourself a real American hero," Nat smirked as she drove. 

"Shut up," Amy laughed. "I haven't been a hero in a long time." Suddenly, gunshots echoed as Natasha lost control of the car. "The fuck?!" 

"Somebody shot out the tires!" Nat shouted, seeing the cliff edge they were swerving off. 

"Watch out!" Amy shouted, bracing herself as they teetered off the edge. Her eyes closed tightly as the rolled down the hill, glass flying all around her. Her head hit the dash board, knocking her out as they landed. Nat was the first to wake up, gasping in shock. Climbing through the window, she went to Amy's side. 

"Ames?! Amelia!" Nat shouted, trying to shake her friend awake. Amy groaned, but didn't regain consciousness. There was a giant gash in her head with blood running down her face. 

"What...What happened?" the engineer asked. 

"Somebody shot out tires," Nat answered, her eyes looking around for the suspect. She had her gun tightly in her hand as the man climbed out of the car. 

"Is your friend okay?"

Natasha didn't answer because in front of her was a large man with a mask over his face, eyes dark with face paint, and a shiny metal arm with a bright red star painted on it. The star of the Russians. She heard rumors about him while she was in the Black Widow program, but never face to face. It was the infamous Winter Solider. Natasha gasped as she felt a sharp pain go through her shoulder. Before she collapsed, she saw engenieer fall down dead right behind her as she collapsed down as she bled out. She saw the assassin walk towards the car, where a still unconscious Amy sat before she lost consciousness. 

"Работа завершена," The Winter Solider reported. (The job is complete.) The man walked over to the car, stepping over the unconscious former Russian, who was bleeding from the gunshot wound. Hearing a soft groan, he walked around to the passenger side, stopping in his tracks. There inside the car was a woman with a large gash on her head. Scanning her body, he saw her door was jammed in. It would be so easy to kill her right then and there. To snap her neck. The Winter Solider reached in with his metal hand to do the job, stopping she moaned again. 

"Jamie..." she sighed out, clearing dreaming. 

Something flashed through his broken mind. A giggle, two bodies moving in sync, and a gentle hand on his cheek. 

"If Steve knew you were hear, he would kill you," Amy giggled as they cuddled on her bed in her college apartment. "Where does he think you are?"

"An art gallery trying to draw inspiration." 

"Really? You think that will work on him?" 

"Of course...I'm looking at a piece of art right now," the man teased. "You see this...You have the most perfect and shapely neck. And these, the most beautiful pair of breasts..."

"James," Amy sighed, feeling his mouth travel from her neck down to each breast, lightly kissing and sucking on her breasts. 

"They're their perfect pair. Not too large, and not to small. Perfect size for my hands..." James continued, palming her left breast while his mouth sucked on her nipple, biting it harshly.

"Ahh!" Amy whined in pain and pleasure as he pulled on the sensitive bud with his teeth. He traded breasts before moving down her stomach. 

"And this...I know you're secretly conscious about your body, but you're beautiful. I love your curves. Your hips are the perfect size and your ass...It's so round and perky. And I love how expressive you get when I spank you." 

"What else?" Amy panted, as he moved to her center. 

"And this? You have the most beautiful pussy I've seen. You're the most beautiful woman in this entire world. Everytime I look at you, I just want to fuck you all day and all night." 

"Your mouth is so filthy...You need some soap." 

"You like my dirty mouth because you're secretly a dirty girl. What would Steve say when he finds out his sister is a dirty little whore for me?"

His words were turning her on as she moved her hips against his hand that lightly touched her in the right places. Her clit was throbbing with need as he ignored that special part of her. "Bucky..."

"What do you want, sweetheart? You want my dick or do you want my fingers or my filthy mouth."

"Anything...But I would prefer your dick," Amy panted, reaching down to squeeze the appendage. Bucky groaned as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft. 

"Fuck, Ames...You're so good at that. Almost as good as you sucking my dick, which I know you love to do." 

"Shut up and fuck me," Amy demanded.

And he did, roughly from behind as she screamed into her pillow as she begged him to spank her ass, and push her head down into her pillows as he held her wrists behind her back. 

The memory snapped the Winter Solider's broken mind as he panted. There was a stirring in his leather pants, and his cold heart pounded roughly. He looked at the woman, and stopped his metal hand from crushing her throat. Instead he lightly grasped it, turning her head towards him. "Amy..." he muttered, suddenly backing away in a haste. He didn't know who he truly was. All he remembered was his missions before they forced him back into the chair that cleared his memory or put him in cyro. Reaching out with his flesh hand, he stroked her cheek, finding her weak and thready pulse. He grabbed the doorhandle with his metal hand and ripped it off the hinges, reaching into the car, and taking the woman out. 

He looked around, waiting to see any flashes of light from the local police. Making a quick call from his earpiece he set the woman down, stroking her face before disappearing into the night. He waited until the police and ambulance arrived, carting both woman off. 

Amy groaned, her eyes blinking at the bright florescent light. "Easy, Lieutenant." 

She turned to the eye-patch wearing Director of Shield, and one of her former students. "Nick...What happened?"

"An assassin shot out the tires, and you crashed off the side of the cliff. The assassin murdered the engienner. Shot right through Romonoff." 

"Is Nat okay?" Amy asked. 

"She's fine. Pissed off, but fine. My question is how did you come out unscathed?"

"Lucky I guess," Amy joked. 

"It's not funny, Amelia," Nick told one of his oldest friends. He leaned forward with his one good eye, staring at her green ones. "Your door was crushed in. The only ways to get you out was the Jaws of Life. But your door was ripped off the hinges and you were safely laying there next to Romonoff. The Winter Solider let you live. I wanna know what makes you so special."

"The Winter Who?"

"The Winter Solider. Rumors has it is that he's an assassin from Russia during the Cold War era." 

"How do you know he's Russian?" Amy asked as Nick handed her a file. 

"Because he has a giant red star on his metal arm. And the bullet they pulled from the engineer that shot through Romonoff was Soviet made...No rifling." 

Amy shook her head as she looked through what little they had. "I don't know, Nick. I really don't. But if he's as dangerous as you make him sound, then somebody bigger and badder is in charge. What if he's the one that killed Howard and Maria Stark? I know it couldn't be an accident. Somebody with a metal limb could do that type of damage."

"Then we keep it on the D.L. before somebody finds out and goes after me and you."

Amy nodded, zipping her lips mentally. "When do I get out of here?"

"After 24 hours. Concussion protocol. You took a pretty big beating to your head." 

"At least I still look pretty. I must have a concussion because I swore I saw my long dead fiancee." 

"Did he tell you to go into the light?"

Amy smiled sadly, but fondly. "No...He didn't really say anything. Thanks for being here with me, Nick. I hate being alone in hospitals."

"I know...You're just to proud to admit it. I'll let you get some rest. Coulson or Barton will be here tomorrow with clothes and to drive you back home. I think Coulson is going crazy with that dog of yours. He's a baby. At least he's not Goose."

Nick shared a rare smile with her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. In another rare moment, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her head, causing Amy to smile back. "Get some sleep, Amy. I'll see when in a couple of days."

Amy watched him leave, turning back to the grainy image of the Winter Solider. Humming 'One Way or Another' in her head, she committed the facts to memory. She was going to treat him like an long lost artificat, and she was going to find him and get her revenge.