HELLO! So, this is far from my first fic, however it is my first Marvel Universe fic. It won't be my last, though (duh, this is only the first book. There's SO much left to do after this). I wasn't actually intending on posting this - I was just writing it because I am currently going through a serious Winter Soldier obsession stage and I had to let out some steam. If anything, writing just made it worse. But, yeah, I wrote this and decided I might as well post it.

I will admit this is a girl-falls-into-Marvel fic, however since she immediately falls into the hands of Hydra, she won't remember she's from a different world for most of the story.

Also, the first few chapters are gonna skip over training and stuff quite quickly. I think I've got all the necessary time frames in the writing, but if you get confused, just ask.

For those of you reading this who are also reading On the Road Again, don't worry, I'm still writing that, and updates will continue as normal. I'm just doing this alongside it.

Disclaimer: I only own Daphne and Kaia. Although I would be over-the-moon if I could take over rights for Bucky, too.

We're All Stories in the End

1 - The Day My Life Changed

My name is Daphne Sparrow. But you'll probably come to know me best as Silverthorn, or just Silver.

When I was sixteen, the impossible happened. I was dragged away from my world by a force I can't comprehend even to this day. I still don't know what happened. All I know is that, whatever the reason for me being dumped here, I can never regret it. Not ever. Because in the end, my dreams became my reality. The stories I'd come to love became part of my life. Yeah, I regret what I did sometimes, but in the end I know that they were only part of the reason I became who I am. And I like who I am, so my past doesn't bother me too much.

Well, where shall I begin? The beginning, I suppose.

Like I said, everything changed when I was sixteen. Up until that point I was pretty happy. I had great friends, an awesome family, and was doing well in school. Although I had problems with my health (most frequently I had problems with fainting for no apparent reason), I was fairly content.

Then one weekend, when I came home with my best friend, Kaia, things changed. Kaia was like my sister (we even looked kind of alike). In fact, she was more than my sister - for those of you out there who are fans of The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices, you will know what I mean when I say she was my parabatai. For those who don't, Kaia was someone who I would fight beside until my last breath. And indeed, I would have been willing to sacrifice my own life for hers. Not that I ever had the chance.

Not to mention the both of us were major book freaks and had similar interests.

Kaia was the warrior of the two of us: she could shoot, both with a bow and with a rifle. She had a good eye too, and was rather intelligent. However, in the grand scheme of things, my mind was quicker, it retained information far easier, and could make subtle links that Kaia's couldn't. As it were, she was the brawn and I was the brain in our dynamic duo.

But that weekend we were having a movie night (or two). We were going to watch all the Marvel movies I had, in order. My parents were out for the weekend, and with my older brother in university, we had the house to ourselves from Friday through to Sunday.

By the time it was midnight on Friday (well, Saturday technically), we were had just finished watching The Avengers, having already gone through Captain America, Iron Man 1 and 2, and Thor.

Kaia stretched, yawning widely. "Okay, I'm tired now. Can we go to bed?"

I chuckled. "We can go to bed whenever you want - you don't have to ask."

Kaia grinned. "So does that mean this is my house now, too? 'Cause I thought you said you were the one to make the decisions, since it's your house."

"I do make the decisions," I retorted calmly. "I've just decided that whoever gets tired first can be the one to dictate at what time we go to bed."

Kaia blinked, then groaned. "It's too late for wordiness. Shut up for a few hours, and then you can do that in the morning."

"You're worse in the morning than at night," I pointed out with a laugh.

Kaia shrugged. "Pot-a-to, pot-ah-to," she grumbled, before curling up onto the sofa. "I can't be bothered to go upstairs - I'm gonna sleep here for the night."

Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Do you at least want a blanket?"

"No, your blankets are really scratchy," Kaia mumbled, before her eyes shut and she let out a snore.

Laughing to myself silently, I got up quickly and turned off the light, before moving back to the sofa I had claimed and copying my best friend. It took me a while to fall asleep, because the thought of tomorrow with even more Marvel movies was really getting me pumped. Eventually though, I fell asleep.

The next morning followed pretty much the same as the night before - more movies. We had at least managed to drag ourselves up two flights of stairs to my bedroom so we could get changed, though neither of us put much effort into it. Kaia wore a pair of blue skinny jeans, a stripy blue and white t-shirt, and a purple jacket over the top. I picked out my black skinny jeans, a black, floaty tank top with white flowers printed on it, and a light grey cardigan.

It was during The Winter Soldier that things became weird. Part of the way through the movie, the screen froze. The image of Alexander Pierce in his kitchen with a carton of milk in his hand stayed there, but the dialogue continued.

"Our window is limited," Pierce said. "Where is Silver?"

"She'll be here," the Winter Soldier answered.

"I don't remember this bit," I said with a frown.

"That doesn't answer my question, Soldier."

"No, this is definitely not part of the original script," Kaia agreed, frowning also. "What's happening?"

There was silence both from the girls and from the TV, before the screen started to crackle with blue light. "Kaia..." I murmured, edging closer to her. Kaia copied, grabbing at my hand and squeezing tightly. We both let out loud yelps as the screen exploded in a bright blue light, before we were both knocked out of our seats.

When I landed, the floor was not the beige carpet I was expecting, but instead it was cold, grey concrete.

"The hell...?" Kaia muttered, sitting up and glancing around her. I did the same, noticing the tatty but tall building that surrounded us. We appeared to be in some kind of courtyard.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," I said, before noticing that a group of about twenty armed men dressed completely in black were racing towards us with guns in their hands. "Oh, shit!"

Kaia and I jumped to our feet, standing back-to-back on instinct, so we were covered from angles and so, between the two of us, we could see each of the men pointing the barrels of their guns at us.

"Get on your knees!" one of the men shouted, stepping forward. Both of us hesitated. "Get on your knees, now!" Slowly, we sunk down, each of us scrambling to grasp hold of the other's hand. When we finally managed to interlock our fingers, we squeezed each other's hands hard, drawing comfort from the other whilst also offering support. A barrel appeared in front of my face. "Who are you?" the man asked. He had dark hair and dark eyes, which were in that moment narrowed dangerously.

"My name is Daphne Sparrow," I answered, in a voice far stronger than I expected. I suppose all those drama lessons finally came in handy. "That's Kaia Ashfield."

"What are you doing here?"

"I wish we knew," Kaia answered coldly. "We were supposed to be having a movie weekend, for God's sake!"

I groaned. "Kaia, calm down," I said sternly. "Yelling at the guy pointing a gun at us probably isn't the best idea right now."

Behind me, I could feeling Kaia shrugging. "We're teenagers - not exactly a threat, are we?"

"And you honestly think they're just going to take our word on that?" I asked in exasperation. I shook my head, only to freeze when the barrel of a gun was pressed directly against my skull.

"Lower your weapons, men," a new voice said, one I thought I recognised for a moment. I glanced up to see a man with greying hair strolling towards us. He smirked. "It would seem we've come across a rather fortunate occurrence," he said as he took my face in his hand. His grip was firm, but it didn't hurt. Still, I couldn't help but send him the harshest glare I could muster. "What was your name?"

"Daphne Sparrow," I replied, gritting my teeth in order to bite back the spew of curses and insults that were pushing to be released.

"I am Christopher Pierce."

"What do you want with us? Why are we a 'fortunate occurrence', or whatever it was you said?"

Pierce chuckled. "Such fire, child," he said with a smile. "Yes, I think you'll do nicely. But what about your friend here?"

"You can go to hell, you piece of shit!" Kaia shouted, and I wanted to smack her over the head. As it was, I was so terrified she might be hurt for yelling at him, I simply squeezed her hand even tighter.

Luckily, Pierce seemed amused by her attitude. "Another fighter," he mused. He looked between the two. "Are you sisters?"

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Parabatai, actually," Kaia added with a smirk. Pierce sent her a confused look, but she just smirked even more and fell silent, clearly relishing in knowing something he didn't.

"Well," Pierce said at length, "I think we can make use of you. Have to use whatever resources we can find, am I right? And when two perfectly pliable girls are dropped at my feet, I'm not going to kick them away."

"You know," I said condescendingly, glaring at him when he looked me coldly in the eyes, "if you think you can drag us into your stupid little operation, by force, then you've another thing coming, buddy."

Pierce's face grew hard. "Perhaps you ought to practice keeping your tongue in check, Miss Sparrow. Wouldn't want to lose it, would you?"

"You touch her and I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life regretting it," Kaia growled.

Pierce ignored her, instead turning to one of his men. "Get them inside," he ordered. "Put them in separate rooms and make sure they have no idea where they are. I want them both trained as fast as possible. If needs be, introduce them to the asset."

I was left alone for hours. The room I was in had been left completely dark, without even the barest hint of light. I hated it. I wasn't scared of the dark. I wasn't scared of being alone. But after working out where I was - the shock of my situation hadn't set in yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time - and not knowing what was happening to Kaia had me constantly pacing up and down the length of my cell. Before the door closed and I was locked in this room, I saw a red picture painted on my wall. A ring, a skull, and some tentacles. I was in a Hydra base. Impossible, since Hydra was from a story, and yet I couldn't help but believe the impossible. And after that, I made the leap that Mr Christopher Pierce was probably Alexander Pierce's father, or at least a close relation.

An initial wander around the room gave me a rough idea of its size, whilst also informing me that the only thing in there furniture-wise was a crappy bed that wasn't even big enough to be called a single. It was just a piece of stretched fabric across some metal bars. I truly was in a cell if they could only give me a stupid hospital bed to sleep on.

By my reckoning it must have been close to midnight by the time the door finally opened. I hadn't even bothered to attempt an escape - it wouldn't result in anything remotely fruitful, so what was the point in wasting what little energy I already had?

I lifted my head to see Pierce, the yellow light in the room behind him seeming blinding after hours of total darkness. "I do hope you plan on feeding me at some point," I said through a tight, dehydrated throat. "Only, I can't imagine I'll be much used to you either malnourished or dead, and you seemed rather adamant that we become of use to you earlier."

Pierce chuckled. "You still have that spark, I see." He shook his head, before waving his hand. A metal chair was brought in by some guy dressed in (surprise, surprise) black, who then quickly disappeared. Pierce settled himself on the chair. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, if that's alright, Daphne."

I snorted. "I don't see why you even bother to ask - you'll just do it anyway." I sighed and perched on my poor excuse for a bed. "Well, fire away."

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Birthday?"

"September 11th. At 7:10am, if you really want to know."

Pierce smiled slightly. "Family?"

"An older brother called Cormac, my mother, Isolde, and my father, Darren," I answered. I figured it was safe to tell him of my family, considering they were off in another world probably not even noticing Kaia and I were gone.

Huh... What a depressing thought...

"And what can you tell me about you, Daphne?" Pierce asked, folding his hands on his lap.

"What do you want to know?"

He shrugged. "Anything. Everything."

I stared at him for a while, before shrugging also. "Well, let's see. I was born in a small town in Devon, England, though most of my family are from the other side of the country. Went to two different primary schools, am currently in high school about to take my final exams. Well..." I frowned. "Something tells me that's not on the agenda anymore." I shrugged again. "I like reading, writing, drawing and I kind of know how to play the guitar. At school I was hands-down best at maths, though geography was a close second, followed I would say by English." I paused, thinking. "I dunno what else there is to say, really," I admitted. "I had a decent life but it was hardly very interesting.

"Any medical issues?" Pierce asked.

"Well, I have an issue with passing out at random times but other than that..."

"Random times?" Pierce echoed, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yeah, it's a bit of a mystery. I've seen my doctor several times and even went to see a paediatrician... Still don't know what the problem is. I've got nothing medically wrong with me and apparently my blood pressure is spot on. Honestly, no one has any idea."

"And how long has this been going on?"

"Since December 2013. So about two and a half years."

Pierce paused, staring at me for a moment. "Say that again," he said quietly.

"Since December 2013," I repeated, frowning. "Why, what's wrong?"

Pierce was silent for a long time. Then he said, "Daphne, it's 1953."