Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so excited! Hope you enjoy! I'm a die-hard Olicity fan but I thought Bucky/Felicity would be an interesting pairing to try out. Please review! So without further ado...
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The Light of Winter
Preface
CRASH.
It's not unusual when you have a one and five year old child for things to break around the house. What was unusual about the crash heard on this February day in 2010 by Laura Barton was that it came from her husband's office. Her husband's office locked from her children. She turns off the stove and runs to the office, intending to rush inside. But when she opens the door she stops in her tracks at what she sees. Her husband, Clint Barton, is on the floor sobbing into his hands- a crushed cell phone and broken chair beside him. In their ten years of marriage she has never seen her husband shed more than a few tears.
"Oh my god." Laura runs to her husband and sits beside him- wrapping her arms around him. For a while she just holds her husband as he continues to sob. When his tears eventually run out she pulls back and asks, "What is it? What happened, Clint?"
"Felicity. Sh-she's…dead. She's dead, Laura."
Laura Barton stares at her husband in shock for a moment before her mind allows his words to register and she wraps her arms around Clint again- this time her own tears streaming down her face. How could the 19- almost 20- year old girl they saw only two months ago be dead? How could the girl who was building an engine with her son and told stories to her daughter be dead? How could the girl who has become a beloved little sister- her husband's favorite cousin- be dead? Gone?
"H-how? How is that even p-possible?" Clint pulls away from her and takes a few steadying breaths.
"She and Cooper…they-they were arrested by the FBI. Cooper wiped a bunch of school loans with a virus Felicity created. Donna went to visit her and demand bail but when she- when she got there they informed her there was a fire in the prison…they were both in there."
"Why was Felicity even in jail if Cooper was the one who did something illegal?!"
"Because she created it. Even if she never meant for it to be used for something like that…it was. Cooper apparently tried saying he created it but Felicity…" Laura smiles through her tears. While Felicity occasionally came across as a moody, angsty teen, she truly has one of the best hearts Laura has ever known.
"She wouldn't let him take the fall for it completely. Even if it wouldn't do him much good, she'd tell the truth if it would help even a little bit. That's who she is."
"Was, Laura. She's…" Clint stops speaking and puts a hand over his eyes; tears beginning to form again. "She and Donna were all I had and now she's gone. Ever since she was a little kid she wasn't just my little cousin. Felicity was like my kid sister, Laura. She's my little kid sister and now she's…"
"I know. You don't need to tell me what she means to you; I know it. She was a sister to me too." Laura hesitates. "When's the funeral?" He sighs.
"I don't know. I didn't talk to Donna. She's not…she's not going to be alright…I'm not sure if she'll be the one planning the funeral."
"Then who did you just-?"
"-Quentin Lance. He's the father of Felicity's best friend. Donna's staying with them at the moment- they didn't want her to be alone. She…she wasn't supposed to go before us, Laur."
"I know. She was always the survivor who came out stronger and happier than was possible. We just have to believe that wherever she is now, she's happy there too."
*It'll be four years until Laura Barton finds out how wrong she was.*