Dear Readers,

This is a continuation of my story Agent's Daughter following my OC Marian Coulson. To understand some of this story you might wanna go back and read that story first.

I hope you enjoy this story and will let me know what you think with a review, I hope all yall have a wonderful day.

The past had a certain comfort to it Marian found, it was a certainty that she had not known in the future. Of course she did not know the fine details of everyday, such as who she was going to meet, but she knew that an alien army wasn't going to pour out of the sky. She knew that no madman would succeed in world domination. Of course the world was at war, but she knew that that the might Captain America would save the day. At a great expense to himself, as he missed out on the peace that he created and wound up in the twenty first century. For a while she toyed with the idea of bringing him back to this time so that he could say his goodbyes to all of his friends. But she could see that would only cause him more pain in the end. Besides how would she explain to him what she was, she hardly understood it herself.

The woman who called herself her mother had explained it all so many times, but it never completely clear. Probably because she spoke in riddles, all she knew was that she was a traveler and that she had the power to go wherever and whenever she wanted. Along with some other powers, that she could find a number of uses for. As she sat in the bar and thought of the few rules that she was told to abide by she found herself more in control than she had ever been. She felt free and powerful.

There was no SHIELD watching her in the past, there was no responsibility she had. Here in the past Big Brother had not been born yet and could not stalk her, making sure that she was doing as he said. Freedom was a sweet thing that she had never had, and she felt wild with it. No matter what her mother said she was free to do as she wished, there was no complicated rules that were given to her. Even if she broke one of the rules she knew that she could find a way around it.

While she thought about her new found freedom she looked to see a poster with her father's beloved Steve Rogers on it. It was a large poster advertising his show, over the image there was another sign pasted to it saying that the tour was canceled until further notice. After fighting alongside Steve and getting to know him as a friend she almost forgot that he was once a show boy. Perhaps the next time she saw him she would ask for a dance and a song. Though she didn't know if she would ever see him again, or any of the Avengers. Afterall, why would she return to a place where she could never be free?

Besides there were so many places to go now that she knew what she was, that staying still felt uncomfortable. If she could help it she would never look back and never go to the same place twice. If she had seen it once she didn't really feel the need to see it again. Marian had never been one for sentiment.

So she twirled her wine glass watching the red liquid circle around, as it stilled she lifted it to her lips and took a long sip. It was not the best wine, but it was wine all the same. The sweet smell of tobacco smoke swirled around the room, even though she had never been a frequent smoker, in the moment she found herself wanting for a cigarette. Despite not being human, nicotine had the same effect on her as most humans, though if what her mother had told her was true, it caused little harm to her body. Then again she did have a way of healing faster than most, perhaps that was what caused her occasional smoking to not have a permanent effect on her. Unfortunately for her she did not have a cigarette that could satisfy her at the moment.

"Why is a girl like you doing alone on a night like this?" she heard from behind her, not bothering to even look at the man, she smiled and thought of a quick retort. Though not being able to think of anything clever at the moment she simply said,

"Sometimes a woman likes to get a drink alone."

"Did you get all dressed up just for a glass of wine." The man sat down beside her, though she still kept her eyes focused on her wine. On her face her asymmetrical smile grew once more, and she decided that she would have some fun on that night.

"Well I was hoping to find someone to dance with, but I don't think anyone's interested." she shrugged, finally looking over to the man and was surprised at who she saw there. Though of course she was quick to hide her surprise, and gave Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes a dazzling smile.

"I don't think you're right about that in the slightest." he returned the smile that she had given to him, and for a moment she had thought back to Phil and all the stories he used to be obsessed with. The Howling Commandos and their Captain, though she had always suspected these stories were highly embellished. And out of all those embellished stories, her favorite was always Bucky Barnes, who died for the cause. While she was not certain that this was the right thing to do, she leaned forward and asked,

"Do you know anyone who may be interested? Sergeant-" she stopped her sentence looking up to the man with her silver eyes letting them finish her question.

"Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky."

"Nice to meet you, Bucky." she outstretched her hand to shake his in an enthusiastic gesture. Instead of shaking her hand he pulled her pale hand towards his mouth, and graced her knuckles with his soft lips.

"What do your friends call you?"

"I don't have any friends." she said with a shrug, slipping her hand from his and back to her wine glass to trace the brim of the glass.

"Would you like one?" the words that her mother had so carefully spoken ran through her head, but she ignored them. All the talk about not interfering not changing what was meant to happen, was second to her curiosity. After all it was not everyday a person got to interact with a historical figure. Besides, what harm could come of a friendship.

"Sure." she said, her painted lips still in that crooked grin, "I'm Marian."

"Like from Robin Hood?" It wasn't the first time she had heard that joke, but she acted like it was. Smiling and giggling along with him, and turning to look at him and his big blue eyes she shrugged her shoulders,

"If you like."

"I'll be Robin if you be Marian."

"Have you always been such a comedic genius." she teased.

"Only when there is a pretty girl who I wanna make laugh." The man was as charming as history books made him to be, perhaps he was a bit corny with his jokes, but that made him all the more compelling. "So where are you from, and how did you wind up here?"

"I'm from Washington, and I wound up here going to school. Then the war came, and the blockade, and now I'm sitting in a bar. Talking to a stranger." she lied with ease, the simple backstory fell off of her tongue as easily as most lies did.

"I'm not a stranger, I'm Bucky."

"Yes you are," she agreed, "perhaps you can make yourself less of a stranger, by telling me where you are from, and how you wound up here."

"I'm from Brooklyn, got drafted by Uncle Sam, and now I'm here talking to you. A girl who is becoming a little bit less of a stranger by the moment." The smile fell from Marian's face as she raised a brow, attentive to whatever the man was about to say. "And I'm about to ask that girl, who is now more than a stranger for a dance."

A dance? Marian thought, that would not count as interfering with events. The famed ladies man probably danced with dozens of women before her, so what was a dance to the greater time scheme. Pressing her lips together and looking the handsome man, then she met his eyes and let her large lips stretch on to her face. And he mirrored her expression as she reached out and took his hand,

"That sound delightful, Bucky."