"Fitz!" Simmons yelled as she kneeled down next to the men, now passed out on the floor due to the use of ICERS. "You just shot Sargent Barnes and Sam Wilson."

"It's just an ICER, they'll be fine." Fitz replied in his Scottish accent.

Coulson sighed. "Let's get them to a room and we can deal with them when they wake up."

They, meaning Fitz-Simmons, Coulson, Agent May, and Daisy, (Agents of Shield if ya didn't know) all used a collective effort to drag the heavy men into a cell.

Bucky woke up first, the serum making him more resistant to the ICERS. He sat up quickly and looked around. He saw Sam on the other side.

"Sam get up," Bucky whispered, gently shaking Sam awake.

"What the hell just happened." Sam said looking up to the ceiling.

Bucky shook his head. "I think that was Agent Coulson. The one Steve always talked about"

Sam turned to look at Bucky. "You mean the Agent Coulson that died in 2012?"

At that moment, the cell door opened and Agent Coulson was standing in front of them once again. "Yes, the Agent Coulson that "died" in 2012." Coulson said as he walked into the room. "Steve talked about me?" He asked with a smile.

"How are you a-" Sam started before getting cut off by Coulson.

"It's a whole thing, too much to get into, and it's classified so I can't tell you anyway."

"So is S.H.I.E.L.D a thing again?" Bucky asked.

"Kind of. We're mostly underground, helping out in secret and what not. Anyway, I'm gonna have to kick you out. Everything you see or hear in this building is classified. You saw nothing. Just an empty building. Is that clear?" Coulson said in a threatening tone.

The boys nodded and they were escorted out by Fitz-Simmons.

"What the hell did you shoot us with?" Bucky asked.

"They're called ICERS. Standing for-" Simmons started.

"Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Railguns?" Bucky finished for them.

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other, "yeah, how did you know that?" Simmons asked.

"A friend invented the same thing. He's still working on the prototype and I have no clue what any of those words meant, but he wouldn't stop talking about it." Sam said as they turned a corner.

"Is there any way we can meet him?" Fitz asked, getting irritated that someone may have stolen his- their designs.

"I would like to meet him too. Find out how we invented the same thing." Simmons said, also getting irritated.

"You probably can. Just ask Coulson if we can take you two to the compound." Sam replied.

Fitz pulled out his phone then put it away again a few seconds later. "Done. I want to see who's been stealing our designs."

Sam and Bucky looked at each other with a confused look on their faces.

Soon enough they were all on the jet. Fitz-Simmons sat in the back while Sam and Bucky were sitting in the cockpit.

"Do you really think Peter would steal designs?" Bucky asked, leaning over Sam's shoulder as Sam flew the plane.

"No. I don't think he would steal candy from a baby, let alone classified weapons." Sam replied.

It wasn't long before they were landing at the compound and heading inside.

Bucky told Fitz-Simmons to sit on the couch while Sam went to find Peter.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Peter asked as Sam led him to the living room. Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw who was sitting on the couch. "Woah! You're Fitz-Simmons!! I read about you in class! You two are my idols!"

"And you are a dirty little weapons stealing kid. How the hell did you get my- our design!?" Fitz yelled, jumping out of his seat.

"Fitz," Simmons put a hand on his arm and sat him back down to try and calm him. "How did you get our designs for the ICERS?" She asked.

Peter gave his iconic confused face, "I didn't?" I've been working on the designs myself." He started fidgeting with his hands. Why did they think he stole their designs? "I can show you if you'd like?"

"Please," Simmons responded.

Peter took them from their spot on the couch and led them to the barstools. He opened his computer and started showing them the sketches. "They're Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Railguns, or ICERS. I wanted to find a way to prevent collateral damage. I don't like it when innocent people get killed." He explained, while showing them his designs. He opened the notebook next to him and showed them his equations and notes he had written before sketching a design.

"So you didn't steal our designs?" Fitz asked.

"Nope." Peter put away his notebook and turned his stool to face them.

"How old are you?" Fitz asked.

"I'm 15."

"15? Jesus Christ." Fitz put his head in his hands and scoffed in disbelief. "A 15 year old came up with designs that took us years to produce in what? Three months?"

"Looks like it." Simmons replied patting Fitz's back. She smiled at Peter who was red from the complements.

"Do you want me to get rid of the designs?" Peter asked, a bit disappointed.

"Oh heavens no! You proved that the designs are yours. Keep at it and get them produced for S.W.O.R.D." Simmons said cheerfully.

Peter smiled and jumped up to hug Simmons. He quickly realized what he had done and stepped back, even more embarrassed than before. He looked over her shoulder at Sam and Bucky who were sitting on the couch with big ole smiles, giving him a thumbs up. They would never admit it, but they were proud of the kid for standing up for himself and his integrity.

Sam and Bucky took Fitz-Simmons back to their base before returning home. Sam gave Janet a call and let her know that it was just an abandoned warehouse with nothing inside of it. He even yelled at her about how it was a waste of their time and to never send them on a mission like that again. He kinda felt bad, but seeing Bucky try to hold back his laughter made it worth it.