The second time you see the Winter Soldier, Natasha had
called in a favor and you had somehow ended up at some airport with a buncha
loser heroes that you didn’t really care enough about to remember their names.
But Natasha said she needed your assistance, and you had agreed to show up
after she promised the likelihood of a fight was slim. You should have known
better. The teams of supers stood facing one another, but once again your eyes
were drawn to the Winter Soldier. Despite the situation, you found yourself
just short of beaming at him.
You hadn’t been searching
for the man, but you had been keeping your eyes peeled for any news on him
after the Triskelion incident. Naturally, he had been way off the radar until
the Accords came about – which was something you decidedly had no opinion on
since you didn’t go charging in to save the day anyway – and somehow within all
the drama the Winter Soldier had become an issue again; you weren’t sure how,
since the politics of super heroes and whatnot were not something you really
cared about, but you had a vague idea of things. Enough to know everyone in the
world was hunting the poor guy and you had ended up on the side calling for his
head – you weren’t sure how.