The Brooklyn Serial Killers

by Kiara Bella Cullen

This is the journal of The Brooklyn Serial Killers other wise known as Captain America and The Winter Soldier. Story for The Stucky Scary Bang. Note: This Story will have mentions of Harry Potter, and the Other Avengers. This is the First Story of The Series With When Fate Intervenes Series This is Complete

1. Chapter 1: Introduction

October 15, 2017

Hello, my name is Steven Grant Rogers. You may also know me as Captain America, and this is my confessions as well as my husband's James Buchanan Barnes. I was born July 4th, 1918 to Sarah Caitlyn Rogers nee Murphy and Joseph Ryan Rogers. I grew up without a father, because Joseph died two months before I was born in World War 1. I met James in 4th grade and we have inseparable since then. What people don't know is that the kind hearted, innocent guy is an act that I have always been somewhat cold hearted. When I was younger and until 1941 when I became Captain America, I was always under looked and judged by everyone because I was always in and out of the hospital with different illnesses. The Cops judged me, but they saw through my mask and was always trying to do something about it. In 1941, I presented as an Alpha and could bond with Bucky. And here I confess; I am one of the Brooklyn Serial Killers, and I have a total of over 200 kills in the war and before.

My name is James Buchanan Barnes and you know me as the Winter Soldier and Captain America's Best Friend. I was born March 10th, 1916 to George Mason Barnes and Winnifred Sofia Barnes nee Hubbard. I had four sisters and one brother that Steve and I loved dearly. When I was 13 years old I presented as an omega, making me the first male omega in the family. Their names were Rebecca Marie Proctor nee Barnes, Alivia Georgia Smith nee Barnes, Lillian Marie Barnes, Matthew Elijah Barnes, and Olivia Emma Anderson nee Barnes. People thank that I got cold hearted from the brain washing and torture I encountered at the hands of Hydra, but that is not the case. I have always been like this and so has Steve truth be told. I honestly find it funny that people see Steve like the sun shines out of his ass. All they see is his mask. Used to be mine to, but over the years I dropped my mask and let people see the true me. Also, here I confess I am the other Brooklyn Serial Killer and I have over 1000 kills. The ones that I have killed that I feel regret towards were the innocent ones. The ones that have killed for power and all that I don't feel anything. Why should I?