next_avenger:

It was most peculiar. Mom had given him a few files on James Buchanan Barnes to read over after explaining who he was and what had happened to him. She had also explained how she had run into the James Buchanan Barnes on the Exiles team and how it started her thinking about this world's Bucky. Mom had also explained how that when she was being held she was conscious enough to hear references about a project and a man kept on ice. Since Mom was pregnant and couldn't go looking for him herself, she gave the information to him knowing that he would go. James wasn't about to go on his own though. He was going to ask the one person he knew would help him.

His brother.

After school was out James suited up and went looking for Charlie.

ng_weaponx:

Ezra Kane and Alexi Shostakov looked at the man sitting across the table. The man had approached them with a very good offer. Weapon X and the work on the Super Soldier Serum could continue. They would get the necessary funding and facilities needed to continue their work and all they had to do was share their results with their sponsor.

Ezra was quite please his work would continue. He was not pleased that Lord Apocalypse had been defeated and was gone. On top of that, Kelly was missing and so was Tessa. Once they were reestablished, he would have to send Spectre out to retrieve them. They could not be allowed to wander free.

“Is it acceptable?” the man asked in German accented English.

“Yes,” Kane answered. “We have a subject on ice to restart our work, but we need assistance in retrieving him. Can you and your boss help?”

“Yes. We can retrieve this item for you. Where is it?”

“Moscow,” Alexi answered. “I will give you the coordinates.”

The man nodded. “Very well then. You shall have it and anything else you need.”

Alexi and Ezra both smiled.

redheadspy:

The sun was just coming up and Natasha had been awake for an hour already. She sat outside on the terrace enjoying the warm morning. It had to be in the fifties already, a rarity for New York at this time of the year, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

She sipped her ginger tea as she leafed through papers and old S.H.I.E.L.D. files. Natasha wasn't a morning person per se, but it was hard to go back to sleep after spending a good half hour leaning over the toilet and puking her guts out. Morning sickness just plain sucked and was one of the more unpleasant things about pregnancy. The other unpleasant things would come in a few months and Natasha was not looking forward to them.

She tossed the file in her hand on the table next to the plate of crackers. Thoughts of him had been nagging at her since she first saw the other James Buchanan Barnes in Cambridge. This world's James had to be out there somewhere, but where was the question. Natasha had searched S.H.I.E.L.D. files, which were the ones laying on the table, and she had even broken into old KGB files looking for any mention of him. Nothing she didn't already know. The last time he had been spotted alive was back in the 1950s when she had last seen him.

Where could he be? He wasn't dead, or at least her gut told her he wasn't dead. Her gut had never led her wrong before. She had to find him and she couldn't ask for help until she had more information.

Natasha rubbed her eyes and took another sip of tea. Dammit she wanted coffee in the worst way. The ginger tea helped settle her stomach, which would not handle coffee this soon after waking up. In another hour or so she could handle her one allowed cup of Heaven in a cup. Until then it was tea and crackers.

Tea was a pregnancy thing for her. On occasion she had a cup, but it was only during pregnancy when she actually drank it on a regular basis. Decaff to boot. Decaff tea and no vodka in almost a year. There were moments when she felt like different person. Someone else who acted like her and who was in her body. Definitely not her. Gone was the Black Widow and in her place was a housewife. It was surreal.

The last time she had felt remotely this strange was when she swapped faces with Yelena to stop the sale of nuclear weapons. At least during that time she was possibly preventing World War III, not playing human incubator. Time had changed, she had changed. For the better, at least she thought.

She took another sip of tea and then glanced at the watch. The household would be waking soon. Tony and Anya to go to work. James to go to school. They had settled into a predictable routine and Natasha found herself okay with that. She hated being predictable, but routine and feeling comfortable made them feel more like a family and the condo feel like home.

A small smile crossed her face and she picked up another file. She'd spend the last few remaining quiet moments doing some more reading.