<div class="floatleft">(http://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/4abd788665a57b0d7f99010f17d1d260c4a79244/c=841-369-5196-3652&amp;r=x404&amp;c=534x401/local/-/media/USATODAY/USATODAY/2014/04/09//1397077308000-XXX-CAPTAIN-AMERICA-WINTER-SOLDIER-MOV-jy-3568-.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City - Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, t-shirt, biker jacket<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Captain America, Thor, Wasp, Winter Solider, Hawkeye, She Hulk, Quicksilver, Joystick<br/><hr/><br/>Bucky Barnes, or has he had been called for the past sixty years the Winter Soldier, road through downtown New York on an old roadster that might have been borrowed from Steve years ago and never returned.  He hadn't been hunted down for it yet so he figured it was his.  He dressed for civilian life and so that meant keeping his jacket and a glove on to keep his arm hidden.  Riding a motorcycle was the perfect disguise and so was his preferred method of getting around in day to day life.  When he was on mission it was the classic black tactical gear and metal arm on full display.<br/><br/>Today he didn't know if all that would be required.  He'd been called by Tony Stark of all people to assist the Avengers in a mission to locate some missing hero's.  When Bucky asked why he should give a shit and why they would want him along anyway, Stark bluntly told him that they needed someone to pull the trigger if the trigger needed pulling.  Which he wouldn't lie, peaked his interest a bit and made cause for him to at least check this shindig out.  He arrived at the tower, told reception who he was and they turned off the metal detector for him when he stepped through so it would set off a bunch of alarms.  He was given a swipe card and told to take the elevator up to the Lounge where all the hero's were meeting.  He knew his way around and could have gotten in without all this fuss, but what was the point of it really?  Especially if it ended up he didn't want to be there or they felt they didn't need him.  Stark had a lot of weight, but there were some hero's out there that plain hated him and wouldn't work with him.  And if came down to kicking him out to make even one person happy, they'd all do it.<br/><br/>He got to the Lounge floor, the elevator dinged and he stepped out, walking towards the assembled group, recognizing most but not all.  He gave a nod's around the room figuring everyone could catch up and instead just listening to the last bits of what Walters was saying.  He came to stand beside Widow, giving her something of grin as he crossed his arm, remembering the handful of details Stark had given him on the phone.  Four hero's missing, with no leads and most of the usual channels of investigation already used up.  It was getting to the point that no one liked what might be around the corner and it was time to get the ducks in a row.<br/><br/>"It's a very short list of people who could take out all four of them." Bucky offered to the group, knowing that the next thing he said probably wouldn't be taken well.   "Are all Omega Level Mutants accounted for?" As racist as it was, nine times out of ten things of this scale lead back to mutants.  He didn't have a chip against them but they required monitoring.  Hell there where times he required the same.  From personal experience of being on that end of things he knew they didn't like it, but even when he had been on that side of the equation, he understood the logic behind.  Once he'd gotten his memories back that is.  Before all that...Well, out of control didn't really cover it.