A/N: Hi everyone. Just testing the waters with a Bucky/OC story. I've had the idea in my head sort of after Civil War, and in the last month been writing out the prologue and two chapters. It probably wont be perfect, I'm new to writing for this fandom but have read a lot of stories in this fandom.

The prologue is more about my character and a little back story. Sorry if it is a little slow also.

I am always open for constructive feedback. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the OC/s.

Prologue

I never expected to get myself in this situation. I never thought I could get myself into this situation. But here I am. Standing with so many gifted people, Super Heroes even. As for me? I never considered myself on their level.

I was born on a cool spring evening; the date was 13th of May 1991. To a loving couple who were just as loving parents. I inherited my mother's emerald eyes and nose, while my father's contribution was my dark red hair. Before the age of six I can vaguely remember how everything was just about perfect. The way my mother would smile at me fondly while I colored in, my father playing tag with me after he would get home from work. If only those moments could have lasted, but all good things must come to an end. Neither of my parents died. I just began to change. It frightened them. For me I was beyond terrified. I didn't understand it nor did they.

But then I met Margret Elizabeth Carter, or better known as Peggy. She was Seventy at the time, and working for S.H.E.I.L.D, who my dad worked for and stepped in when he and my mother were at their wits end. Peggy had come to the house one day at the end of April. I believe I was in my room when my parents called or collected me from my room, saying they had someone they wanted me to meet. Upon coming to the sitting room I was greeted by a warm smile from a pretty woman.

"Hello, my name is Margret Carter but you can call me Peggy" she said with such a warm tone.

I didn't say anything nor did I move closer to the woman, until my father urged me to. I slowly walked across the room and shy fully stood near the woman. I looked over at my parents once more and they both nodded their heads.

"Hi" I said softly. "My name's Aimee."

Peggy smiled brightly. "That's a lovely name."

From there Peggy asked questioned anyone would ask a small child about; games they like to play, their favorite food or sweets, what books they liked, etc. Before long I found myself sitting next to the woman, my shyness lost and seeming like I'd known the woman for many years. My parents had left us after a while, which I hadn't noticed till later. Peggy told me stories of her younger days, how she fought bad guys and saved people. I of course ate it up. Everything was going good until I did something I couldn't help.

"Who's Captain Rogers?" I asked playing with my doll.

Peggy stopped moving the doll she had in her hands. Her face losing all expression. I looked at her and again asked the same question. I didn't think much of it. She put down the doll and looked at me with a small sad smile on her face.

"An old friend" was her simple reply.

I went on to interrogate her about this old friend. All the while she answered as best she could. And before long I was told the story of one Captain Rogers aka Captain America. I ate that up too. Hearing the tale of a man who was a hero in his time defeating the bad guys. At the end of the tale my parents came back and informed Peggy it was almost dinner time. She had spent almost a day talking to me. With a warm fair well and saying she would see me soon, Peggy Carter left the house.

She made good on her promise to see me again. Peggy and I spent a lot of time together. I continued to change, my parents grew more scared of me; as I had a little brother come into the world not long after my seventh birthday. I was scared of myself too. I didn't want to hurt him and I tried not to. But I couldn't always stop things from happening. Yet Peggy was there for me. She worked with me, and S.H.E.I.L.D also helped.

High School was when things got a little out of hand. I don't know if it was the hormones or what, but let's say I became an outcast and many labeled me a loser. In the beginning it hurt. I tried to be normal and just like all the other girls. But eventually came to realize I was different and that wasn't a bad thing. I had parents who loved me, a little brother who would always be there to annoy me and a Grandmother figure of Peggy.

By the time I reached Collage I had made the decision to study Psychology. I wanted to help people, just like Peggy had helped me. Sure how she helped was different to what I wanted to do, but at the end of the day it was still helping another person. My father suggested joining S.H.E.I.L.D, I would be a great benefit to them. I explained I wanted to help people by being a Psychologist rather than physically fight. Mind you the man had a desk job and never went out into the field. He eventually gave up trying to sell me on S.H.E.I.L.D and I was thankful for that.

Only I missed him when he pasted away from a heart attack when I was twenty. I took a few weeks off from classes to be with my mother and brother. Peggy regularly checked in on us, more so me though. She was worried this might set me off, thankfully it didn't. Around this time, she had quit S.H.E.I.L.D and tried out retirement. Sadly, she soon found out she had Alzheimer's disease and wound up in a retirement home in Washing D.C. I couldn't see her much. With living in California and collage. I did my best to make it for Holidays.

Then Collage was done and dusted, six years I would probably never get back. Those years so tiresome; with bad news and long hours of studying. Yet when I was finished I felt some kind of accomplishment. I stuck it out and made it through something. My mother was proud of me and my little brother showed some kind of joy for me, he was a teenager after all. From there I began working on getting a job and building a patients list.

But I was soon hit with another blow when Peggy died. She was ninety-five. I got the news from her niece Sharon, who called me a work. It hurt. Maybe more so then my father's death. This woman was a part of my life to the point I thought of her like a Grandmother. And then she was gone. I had last seen her over a month before her passing. I cancelled my appointments for the day and moved them around to take the time for her funeral in London. It was at her funeral that I met Captain Steve Rogers, her old friend.

"She spoke fondly of you" I told him as we stood in the church. "I remember her telling me the story of Steve Rogers before and after becoming Captain America."

He smiled sadly. "Really? It couldn't have been that entertaining."

I laughed softly. "It was when your only little kid. I loved it."

He shook his head before looking me in the eyes. "She told me about you, and how she helped you. Still can't wrap my head around it all but all that matters were that she thought fondly of you."

I smiled warmly. "And I thought fondly of Peggy." I looked over at the picture of the woman in her younger days. "She inspired me to help people."

"Yeah" was all he said while looking at her picture as well.

Not much else was said after that. I gave him my card and said if he ever needed help I was a call away. And then I proceeded to walk out, only passing Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow on my way out. I went to the wake but didn't stay long. Instead I took to walking the streets and remember the woman that we berried that day. Then after a few days I headed back to California and my job. All the while a Civil War rampaged through the Avengers and new Super Heroes. After that life kind of got back to normal.

Until Steve showed up, asked for my help and I did just that. From my little agreement to help them lead to where I am. Involved in something so big that I never thought possible. But before I get to that, we best start with what I ended up helping Captain America with…

TBC...