I'm Prÿce Barnes.
I get conflicting stories about how that happened.
Prÿce is my Grandmother's last name. She comes from a long line of 'distinguished'…. Prÿce's. (I'd so giggle at that, too.)
All seriousness, though. My Mom's the daughter of a disowned daughter; a black sheep…. Grams decided not to join the family biz. Then there's the slight falling out between Grams and Mom.
Because Mom was stubborn. I hear Grams was just like that too. Hence the falling out. Anyway, Mom went looking. She got curious about this other side of the family tree and I cant blame her. I've been dying to do the same thing, only there wasn't anywhere for me to look into Dad's side, not really. So Mom, she went and found the family biz. But that's all I ever heard growing up. Not that they'd tell me anymore.
That's another story. Actually, it kinda loops into this one. But, you don't really need to know that part.
Not yet. For now, we stick with the Barnes. They're on Dad's side of the tree. And they're all patriots. Every last one has served their country. Soldiers to the core. My brothers included.
All three of them. (insert eye roll and pained sigh, right here)
They're all very proud of this legacy.
And honored.
They're all so very…. Honorable.
They say what they mean.
And mean what they say.
I guess this part of our family code isn't too bad. We can always count on each other to protect and/or bring us down a peg or two.
So these Barnes men… They're always doing their best to 'do the right thing'.
And its so very annoying at times.
All of them trying to live up to Bucky's legacy.
Yes.
That Bucky.
The Howling Commando. Best bud to Captain America.
To us…well, Bucky was only ever our bedtime story. His adventures with the Capt. during the war… It was all second or third hand knowledge, only we didn't know that.
Isn't it natural to wonder what he'd really been like?
Only there wasn't anyone to ask. No one really knew and its not like Bucky had known there was a little someone he was leaving behind when he joined up.
From what I've researched of the time, well… soldiers were leaving little something's left and right. Why was our Bucky going to be any different?
And then … this dude shows up, red and blue… people start talking and well … maybe there was someone to ask? I mean, I'd already dug through all the historical propaganda on them both… what I really wanted was the truth. Something that would make Bucky real, instead of the fable I'd grown up loving.
Yeah, I said love. He's my ta-ta. And that translates from beaner speak, to great-great grampapy. I guess you can say I love the man in the story, like some hero that just doesn't get to fulfill his destiny. You just want him to get to finish his story.
So, getting close would be the problem, because finding him? That, I'm really good at. And really, its not like he can blend in…
But then, getting close turned out not be a problem after all.
And I have to say: Captain America?
He was kind of a jerk.
