"Your house... it's..." Eila commented as she took a look around Slade's current place of residence.

"Kind of empty?" Slade said finishing her sentence. For such a fairly large home, the only rooms that actually had any furniture were the basement, the living room and one of the three bedrooms. Everything else was litearlly empty, or maybe had a single cardboard box lying somewhere around the corner. "I am not too big on furniture anyways. Just need the essentials. But anyways... how did you two get here anyways?"

"It's sort of a long story... but it involves a ton of magic, this really huge purple gem and... yeah... I think you probably understand." Eila explained. "Trust me... I thought Sanya was crazy when she told me everything! She'd been gone for only like... 5 hours and it seems like she's been gone for weeks!"

"I was apparently. I returned "last week" to find out that my wife had died and was just in time for the funeral. Just got there in time to know that my children still hate me... that reminds me, Sanya, did you get to see your parents?"

"Yeah! It was only for like... welll a few hours but it was great! I got to see them again... and... they really didn't believe anything I said... but... it was just nice to see them again."

"I bet it was!" Eila said. "Too bad I never got to go. I always wanted to have a flying purple unicorn!"

And I always wanted to MURDER that pink one... god damn it.... what was she on?! Slade thought silently as he listened to the sound of Pinkie's incomprehensible speech ring in his ears once again.

"To say the truth kid, you might just get your chance..." Slade began as he looked over at the huge amount of names he had just been emailed. Dangerous names that required the skills of the world's greatest assassin. "Something in my gut tells me that this ride isn't over it."

"What do you mean?" Sanya asked as she and Eila both shot him a pair of questioning looks.

"Just a gut feeling... we might need to go back some time... god forbid." The last part, being under his breath. "And... by the way... did you two say you weren't related?"

He took a closer look... man... they looked really similar... and that also meant.
Rose in her childhood! The memories... The memories...
If he was ever going to get any sleep after this...

"Okay. So you two... you have a way on getting home?" Slade asked as he closed his laptop.

"Oh... um... I don't think we planned that far yet... we kinda left the thing back in this place... it's sort of a long drive."

"And let me guess... you both stole a car and lacking a license of any sorts... drove all the way here?"

"How did you..."

"First off... the neighbors are going to be pretty angry..." Slade chuckled as he was prepared for the massive rage fused yelling about how his grandkids were out of control. "Second off... as long as you're here... pretend that I am your grandfather."

"Wait... why?"

"Too many reasons. But you want me to drive you back or are you going to that later?"

"Maybe... maybe we'll spend the night." Sanya said as she looked at the clock. 11:45.

"Okay, there are some bedrolls in the living room." Slade said. "Feel free to hit the hay any time. I still have work to do."

By work, he meant look over like the 500 names of people that needed a few bullets in the chest.

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[New York, SHIELD headquarters.]

"So... are you COMPLETELY SURE that he's not going to go crazy on us and murder everyone?" Natasha asked as she looked at the doctors who were still screening Bucky. They had been at it for hours. Erased memories, brain washing and a few other nasty things had yet to be cleared from the man's mind.

"Yes... I am sure. You asked me at least eight times now." Captain America replied as he sat down and looked over at the Winter Soldier. "He's my best friend."

"Well... you know... he was trying to kill you just months ago."

"Exactly how do you know any better when you're brainwashed and had your memories wiped again?" Steve shot back.

"Okay. Let's change the subject... to maybe... that car accident."

"Oh... yeah that." Steve began, he wasn't quite sure that Natasha would believe him. First off, according to everyone, they had lost him for about ten minutes before finding him at the roadside. "It's a long story, but next time, tell Coulson to give me a better briefing to what I am driving."

"Will do then. When are you gonna tell me the long story?"

"In a place where you won't call the insane asylum or think that I got hit on the head really hard. It'll take a while, but believe it or not, it involves a coloring book and some pretty interesting people."

Yeah... A superhuman soldier like him, a guy from 400 years in the future, a crazy german doctor who's not affiliated with HYDRA in any form, a girl with cat ears and tail along with magic, and some boy who comes from a world full of man-eating giants. It was actually pretty amazing that Bucky believed him.... it took like four tries.

But something... something told him he wasn't done. And that feeling sent waves of dread through him. He would have known this to be more than just a gut feeling if he had paid slightly more attention to Red Skull's "Death".

Or better yet, if SHIELD had been paying attention to one of the islands in the middle of the pacific. Dubbed "HYDRA island."

A certain man called Strucker just had some plans to meet with his boss again... and this time, they weren't going to take over the world. They were going to take over, every world.

It was a good thing that when SHIELD wasn't vigilant. Odin Allfather was.

The pair looked over at Bucky again, a doctor turned around to give Captain America a "thumbs-up" before letting Bucky out. The man walked out, with a grin as he looked at his friend again.

"Hey. Heard that diner they had is still there. Wanna grab a few burgers?"

"Like old times?" Steve said with a smile.

"Like old times. We still got a mess to clean in New York though. Heard HYDRA still has a few stragglers."

"We'll do that afterwards." Steve said. "Wanna come Natasha?"

"No thank you." Black Widow said as she left the scene. Having lunch with the guy who had shot her through the stomach years ago wasn't really going to work up her appetite.

Author's Notes:

So... had started writing a sequel... I think from this chapter, you can probably tell who the "Big bad" is going to be. Or rather, the certain former-Nazi organization that will serve as the "Big bads". The likely set of characters will probably be....

Captain America.
Winter Soldier.
Deathstroke.
Gertrud Barkhorn.
Erica Hartmann.
Medic.

Due to the fact that Hyperlinks refuse to work in Author notes... GOOGLE THEM YOURSELVES, if unfamilar.
I will explain a bit more on why these characters next chapter.