Gwen laid down on a metal table next to the bed that Fury was in an hour ago. She was getting her stab wound stitched up. She could hear everyone else in the other room talking about their plan of attack on the helicarriers.
"What about Gwen?"
Sam asked. There was nothing said right away after he asked that question. She did heard someone talking heavy steps over to another part in the room, then Steve's voice broke through the silence.
"She already got hurt. I don't want her to die."
"Did you see what she did before that happened?"
Sam yelled back at who she was guessing was Steve. More silence.
"She saved my life and Natasha's."
"We don't know what could happen. I don't want her getting in the middle of all of this."
Steve said then she heard him sit down on a chair.
"You know she won't go for it. She's coming with us."
Natasha said. Gwen could tell that she had a smirk on her face as she said those words to the super soldier. Gwen smiled at Natasha's words and that she would do just that. She didn't want to sit somewhere by herself on the sidelines and watch all of them put their lives on the line.
"Fine."
Steve said, making Gwen let out a laugh.
"He sure is protective of you."
Looking up she saw that the doctor was cleaning up his instruments.
"That's not even the half of it."
"Well, you're all stitched up. Just stay down for a few more minutes."
"Thank you. I never caught your name."
"Russo."
"Gwen."
Then Steve walked into the room and saw her on the table. He walked over to her and took her hand. Gwen looked up and smiled at him. The smile didn't rub off on him, he still looked down at the wound.
"There was nothing you could do, Steve. I'm alright."
"That's a lie."
"Steve."
"I don't know of I can do this."
Gwen looked up at Steve and saw a range of emotion on his face. There was everything from anger to grief. Her fingers gripped Steve's even tighter as she pulled herself up so that she was sitting up. She was now almost eye level with the six foot two soldier. His blue eyes met her brown ones and she saw that same emotions that she should read on his face were reflected in his eyes.
"No could have prepared you for this. I couldn't have. You need to listen to what I have to saw right now. People are going to die, hundreds and thousands of people. I'm such that we are both targets, I wouldn't think past that for a second. You need to know that whatever you do in the next three hours will change the fate of this world. Are you going to stand aside and let innocent people die or you going to do what you were born to do? We all have choices. My choice is to follow you, everyone here has made that clear. Now all we need now is you to point us in the right direction. We need you Steve, the world needs you. If you want to save Bucky you are going to have to face him. Please, we can't do with without you."
Steve looked at her and smiled.
"Is this you or my therapist talking?"
Gwen smiled and squeezed his hand again. Hoping that what she had said made it through to him.
"Let me go out for some air. Sam going to take you back to his apartment so you can change. Then we'll meet up and take the helicarrier."
Gwen smiled again and kissed him on the cheek. Steve flashed a light pink and wrapped his arm around her, giving her a hug.
"Thank you, Steve."
"I won't thank me yet."
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. Swinging her legs off the table she got down and stood next to him.
"After you, Cap."

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"Hurry up will you?"
Sam called from his living room. Gwen looked up from her leg and at the closed bedroom door.
"One minute!"
She pushed her left foot into the boot and quickly straighten out her black jeans. Standing up from the bed she looked over herself in the mirror on the wall. She had on her favorite pair of brown leather Frye riding boots, black skinny jeans, a white spaghetti tank top, and a tribal print cardigan. She smiled at herself in the mirror then exited the room.
Hearing the door open Sam stood up from his spot on the couch and looked over at Gwen, letting out a small chuckle.
"What?"
She asked putting her hands on her hips as she looked over at him.
"We're going to fight and take down HYDRA. Not going shopping."
"Well, excuse me. When I was packing a few days ago I was not informed that I was going into battle and not working at all. You pardon me for being over dressed."
Sam let out another chuckle and started to turn towards the front door. Gwen rolled her eyes and followed him. They exited his apartment, before Sam closed the door he just stared at the room he could see. Everything he owned was in there, that space was his.
"It's going to be fine. You'll come back."
Gwen reassured him, placing her hand on his shoulder. Sam turned his head just enough so she could see one of his eyes.
"How are you so sure?"
"Because we have something worth fighting for. Now let's go."
Sam turned back to his apartment and closed the door, putting the key in the lock, turning it to the right. When he took the key put he handed it to Gwen and she put it in her front pocket.
"Let's go."
Sam said to her and they walked down the hall together. Both of them not sure what they had to face in the next two hours, they did know that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be a picnic.

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"Don't throw a bitch fit, but this is where we leave you."
Steve said as he stopped walking and turned to Gwen. She looked out across the lake see SHIELDs headquarters, then her eyes whipped over to Steve, looking at him in disbelief. The look on Steve's face was serious, just like any other look, but she looked over at Hill and Sam, seeing them just looking either at the ground or at Steve.
"Why here?"
"This is the rondaview point. When everything is over, not matter what happens we met here."
Hill told Gwen, hoping that she didn't lose it on Steve and on her instead.
"Please, Gwen. You're already injured. Stay here and we'll be back in 30 minutes, tops."
Gwen looked once more at the SHIELD building across the water, then back at Steve.
"What are you waiting for, go save the world, Cap."
Steve gave her a quick nodded then looked to Hill and Sam. They both nodded then Steve started to walk again. Hill took the few steps over to Gwen and held out a handgun and a knife for her to take.
"Take these."
Gwen quickly did and said her thanks. With that Hill hurried to catch up with Steve and Sam. Gwen watched as the three walked away. She had a horrible, sinking feeling that she was looking at them for the last time. Shaking her head, hoping to clear that thought away, Gwen let out a breath.
"Good luck, Captain."
She said in a voice just for her to hear. Her brown eyes watched the three for a few more seconds until they disappeared from view. She was now alone. It was a feeling that she didn't like, it was a vulnerability for her. She couldn't stand being alone, it was a fear for her.
Everything was up in the air now. What the next two hours had in store were not for her to pick. This was out of her hands. This had to do with a world that she only knew so much about from paperwork and by mouth. She wasn't an agent, or a spy, or even a soldier. She was a psychologist. What she was in the middle of was not her ball game. She knew why her team had left her in the small wooded area, it was because she wasn't ready. Gwen had already kid herself into thinking that she could run with this crowd and be like them. On the bridge she tried to show them that she was more than a doctor, but that ended up with a stab wound.
"One day."
She promised herself out loud.
"One day, I'll be out there defending the world with them."

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"Steve? Steve? Where are you? Come in!"
Gwen yelled into the radio that she held onto. She watched as the helicarriers that were once hundreds of feet in the air came crashing down on the land. She knew that Natasha, Fury, Sam, and Hill had gotten out safe, but Steve wasn't responding.
He was still on the third helicarrier, she knew that for sure. But, she hadn't heard from him and was expecting the worst.
"Steve? Please-"
She stopped as she saw something blue drop from the crashing helicarrier. It was him. Gwen broke out from standing still to a sprint, in a matter of seconds. She went to the shore and got there in enough time to see the blue object hit the water.
"Steve. Please, don't do this to me."
She found herself repeating Natasha's words from the hospital as they watched Fury die in surgery. Trying the find comfort in her own words she continued to stare at the water until tears blocked her view.
"You're Captain America. You can't do this."
Gwen cried as she looked at the water. The words didn't comfort her, no matter how many times she said them. Lifting the radio to her mouth, Gwen was about to radio in the helicopter that rest of the team escaped in, when she saw a figure come out from the water about 30 feet from her. Her eyes saw the metal arm first, it was Bucky, and he was pulling Steve's body behind him.
Bucky let go of Steve's uniform and dropped him on the shore and just looked down at him. He's eyes studied Steve's face, a part of him knew that he had once knew this man in front of him. But his mind wouldn't let him remember.
"Steve!"
Bucky's eyes shot and and his body tighten up. Looking up he saw a woman running towards him and she was calling the other man's name. Bucky quickly took another look at the man, turned his back and walked away. He hurried the woman finally stop running and he felt a pair of eyes looking at him. Stopping, he turned his head to look behind him. Sure enough the woman was looking straight at him.
"Please, come back."
She said to him in a small voice. A voice that was sure that what she was saying is what she meant and it also shook in fear. He just looked at her then turned back around, and continued to walk away.
Gwen wanted to get up and run after Bucky. But Steve was laying in front of her dying. Grabbing her radio she pushed down the talk button and spoke.
"I have Steve. Hurry and met at the rondaview point."
She dropped the radio into the brown mud at her feet and dropped to her knees beside Steve. She took his face in her hands, and felt his neck for a pulse. There was one but it was faint.
"Steve, you can't leave us. You just can't. Not now, not like this."
The radio in the mud made a beep noise then Natasha's voice was heard.
"On our way. Stay there."
Gwen continued to look at Steve. He face was beaten and he had open cuts on his face. She looked farther down and saw that the white stripes on his uniform were stained red and it was spreading.
"Oh God."
Quickly she put her hands on his lower abdomen and pushed down with all of her weight.
"You are not dying on me, Rogers."
Overhead she heard the blades of a helicopter and she continued to apply pressure. Minutes later she heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Gwen and pulled her from Steve. She watched as Sam and Fury put Steve on either side of them and walked him away from the shore. Gwen looked back and saw that it was Natasha who had her arms around her. The Russian lead Gwen up the bank and up to a clearing where a still running helicopter sat with Maria Hill in the driver's seat. Natasha got Gwen into the copter and when the five of them were inside, the aircraft started to leave the ground.
"He's going to be alright, Gwen. Don't worry."
Natasha told her over the noise of the helicopter blades spinning fast above them.

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A Week Later
Gwen shot out of bed in a flash. Her face was covered in sweat, her hair was stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Looking over at the clock on the other side of the room, the red glowing numbers of 3:23 burned into her eyes. She crawled out of bed and maneuvered in the dark to find the door. Walking out into the dark as night apartment Gwen followed her memory to the kitchen. Once there, she went to the fridge and opened it. At first the white burning light blinded her, quickly she grabbed the jug of chocolate milk and shut the door. Taking off the the cap of the carton, Gwen landed against the stainless steal appliance and brought the carton to her lips.
Her brown eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the kitchen as she drank. She frozen when she heard something drop in the living room down the hall. Removing the carton from her mouth Gwen walked away from the fridge and peered around the corner and down the hallway. She came face to face with darkness, she took a few steps into the hallway then she heard something behind her. Slowly she turned around, when she did she let out a small yelp and dropped the carton of chocolaty goodness onto the hardwood floor.
Two hands grabbed hold of her and pushed her into the closest wall. With her back to the wall and her feet a few inches off the ground, Gwen was now face to face with the Winter Soldier. She could make out his eyes in the darkness. What little light was in the hallway shined on his left arm.
"Who am I?"
He asked in a darkened and confused voice. Gwen just looked at his face, unable to say anything at the moment. She couldn't see it but his face hardened and his eyebrows furrowed together.
"Who am I?"
He demanded louder, making his grip oh Gwen tighten. A sharp pain came from her right arm as his metal arm squeezed it like it was a grape.
"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, you've gone by the nickname Bucky since you were a little kid."
Bucky looked back up at Gwen, his expression not changing.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Gwen Brewster. I'm a therapist, I'm close friends with Steve Rogers."
Bucky pushed her harder into the wall, she let out a small cry of pain as he did so, she could hear the drywall breaking behind her head.
"Why do I know him?"
"Bucky-"
"Why do I know him!"
He yelled at her, at the same moment he tightened his grip and pushed her harder. Gwen felt pain all over her body now. Her arm felt like it could break at any point now if anymore pressure were on it.
"He was your best friend. You grew up together, you played together, you went off to war together. Please, let me go."
In an instant Gwen found herself on the floor in front of Bucky. Her arms still stinging with pain. She looked up at him, and saw that he held onto his normal arm with his metal arm. He was looking down at her and he didn't move an inch.
"I can help you. I can help you in becoming the person you were meant to be, not a weapon. Please, all I need to you to do is let me."
"What makes you think I want your help?"
"You're here aren't you?"
Gwen told him as she stood back up on her feet. She looked up into Bucky's eyes and watched him think over her words.
"Why are you here? Why me?"
"I've seen you with Steve."
"He's out looking for you."
"Why?"
"Because, Bu- you're his friend."
Bucky looked down again as he fought the urge to pull his gun. He remembers at HYDRA had told him that this woman and Steve were a threat and needed to be taken care of. He had already let them go once, and that was a mistake that he had to pay for. The images of what HYDRA did to him flashed in his mind. Closing his eyes shut, Bucky tried to fight against the urge.
"What do you want me to call you?"
She asked not looking away from him. She felt him looking at her but the light was too dim for her to see. She could feel his eyes burning into her skin as she stood there.
"Bucky. I want you to call me Bucky."
Smiling Gwen looked at his right arm, seeing that it was being cradled by his left.
"You're hurt, let me help."
She sat taking a small side step towards the kitchen, but was stopped by Bucky slamming his fit agasint the wall. Gwen jumped, she closed her eyes and took a breath before talking again.
"Let me take a look at your arm, please. I won't hurt you. I promise."
Bucky looked at her then lowered his arm. Gwen walked into the kitchen and turned the lights on. She looked back to see Bucky standing against the fridge, still cradling his right arm. He was dressed in dark clothing. Dark washed jeans, a dark grey zip up jacket, a simple black shirt, and a snap back hat covering his a few steps forwards Gwen stood in front of Bucky, she looked at his right arm and went to touch it but Bucky backed away.
"Please. Sit down and take off your jacket."
She asked pointing over to the island counter and the tall wooden chairs. Bucky looked at them for a few seconds before doing what was asked of him. When his jacket was off Gwen looked at his arm and saw large cuts up and down on his arm.
"Jeez, I'll be right back."
Gwen hurried away to the bathroom. She grabbed her first aid kit she found her phone and texted Steve.
To: Steve: Bucky is here. DO NOT COME OVER NOW. Come in the morning, please. Let me do this.
As quickly as she hurried away, Gwen hurried back. She opened the kit up on the counter and started to clean up and patch up the wounds on Bucky's arm. She only had to use a few butterfly bandaids, but for the most part she wrapped gauze around his arm.
Bucky just sat there and let Gwen work on his arm. When she was done he looked at her with a slightly frightened expression on his face, as if he was waiting for something bad to happen to him.
"Bucky. Don't worry. No one is going to hurt you. You're safe here. I promise you that."
He just looked down at her, he didn't say anything he just stared.

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Author's Note:
I hope you liked it! I finished this at 2 am for you all!
Bucky is here and ready to party!!!
We are now out of the movie and on the track for what I see happens for our heroes after the Winter Soldier.
The next installment will be coming soon. Hopefully later today (please note it is 2:30 am here for me) So, I am sorry if it is later on like at 9 or 10.
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