[b]S.H.I.E.L.D HELICARRIER
Somewhere in the sky[/b]

The sound of bullets bouncing off metal echoed through the long corridor of S.H.I.E.L.D's incredibly huge flying base. A base that was now under the attack from the forces of HYDRA. HYDRA was well known for many terrorist attacks against America and their grudge against S.H.I.E.L.D. An overwhelming force pressed the attack against the agency and in return S.H.I.E.L.D was unable to contact the Avengers for help. Luckily for them the second greatest heroes next to the Avengers had been mobilized after their brief monthly report to Nick Fury. 

"Captain America. Control Room is being overrun." Nick Fury's voice came over the small earpiece within Bucky's ear.

"Don't worry, Sir. Me and Scott are on our way." Bucky placed his finger on the ear piece, pressing a button to that synched up with the other Young Avengers' earpiece, "Hulkling, and Wiccan, help Maria on the deck. A clean sweep. Ben and Dani, handle the engines. If those fail, we all die." The communication ended as soon as the issues were ordered and Bucky took a step back placing his back against the young Mister Scott Pilgrim's back. HYDRA forces had ambushed the two teens, surrounding them with their blades and guns at the ready. 

"To the control room, Scott. Let's be hasty. Don't need Fury to be.....furious." A small chuckle escaped Captain America's breath before using his shield to reflect incoming machine gun fire away from himself. The pun was utterly terrible but knowing Scott's humor, he'd probably laugh at the puns of a teen with humor from the 40s. Mind refocusing on the task at hand, Bucky threw a powerful right hook that knocked one of the HYDRA soldiers flat on their back whilst proceeding to administer a quick tumble backwards into a flip that ended with the soles of Bucky's feet colliding with the chest of two different soldiers. A bullet whizzed by Captain's face, his eyes easily perceiving the distance and timing of the next few bullets. His body twist and turned with reflexive ease, dodging the bullets that could presumably bring him harm. 

One quick arm movement sent the shield that had once belong to Captain America, bouncing from wall to wall. It looked as though there was no true direction to it before it crushed the nose of a soldier, destroyed the knee cap of another, and then smashing the elbow of another. The shield returned to Bucky's arm like a boomerang. 

"I figured this would be more...fun."