Author's Note: Hi, name's Erika... Just going to say, read the author notes cause I will most likely explain what won't make sense, time difference between chapters and/or things going through my head and other facts. Like this one! The title is from the song "Two Little Boys" by (my favourite version) Rolf Harris

Other important facts like: I've never seen an Orphanage, didn't know what they did or anything until after I was pretty much done the story. I did do most research though. I made it like an Adoption Centre although I've never seen one of those either. My excuse: it's the 20's... so yeah...

Also if anything is offensive to you or where you live or anything like that, I'm sorry it's not on purpose...

Anyways enjoy :D

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Meet and Greet

Every day started the same. Everyone woke up at the same time, 5:30 in the morning, and we all went into the bathrooms. Separate for girls and boys but they were laid out like public bathrooms, filthy, falling apart. We knew nothing better. Around 6:30 we were in the main hall, in a line, getting breakfast. Just simple food, served by the older kids. The fat, rude lady who owns this dump has been speaking ill of me since I arrived half a year ago with my sister. Not even a week later my sister was sent to a boarding school. I'm glad she's out of here, it sucks here. We sleep in giant buildings with just beds, like military men would at a base. We're separated by age and gender. Around 7:00 we leave, well... the ones old enough to go to school. On my way to school I always stop by a corner store to grab something to eat at lunch with the little money I have from helping around town.

It was near the end of grade 5 for me. When we were all outside around 12 I was walking near the borders of the school line when I heard some older kids laughing. Being curious I snuck around to see what was going on. I saw a small kid, probably in grade one or two being beat on by kids in my grade. Without thinking I came out of my hiding spot.
"HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" The boys turned to look at me. The leader of the group walked towards me.
"And what are YOU going to do about it, huh?" He shoved me but I stood my ground.
"I'll make you leave him alone is what I'll do." His friends started laughing, coming to circle around. Luckily for me, my father was in the military and taught me a few defensive moves before he died in a parachute accident.

The older boy went to punch me in the gut but I moved out of they way and pushed him. He came to kick me this time, I grabbed him by the foot, twisted it around so he was facing towards the ground and pushed his foot towards him, causing him to fall on his face. The boy who was previously being picked on giggled. The bully's friends helped him up. He shoved them off trying to look like he doesn't need help. He came running at me, going to tackle my lower-waste. I simply moved out of the way at the last minute, with hardly any effort. The boy ran head first into a pole on the fence. Being only in grade 5 he was on the verge of tears and ran off trying to still look like he had dignity. His friends followed him. I turned to the grade 1 or 2 kid to see if he was okay.

"That was awesome!" He said running up to me.
"It wasn't really... Just something my dad once taught me... Why were they picking on you?" I asked simply wanting to change the topic.
"I don't know... I don't know why a lot of kids pick on me, they just do. Probably 'cause I'm shorter and skinner than most kids in my grade." I laughed.
"Wait- what grade are you in?" I asked while snickering.
"Grade four. Heading into five when school starts again." I lost it laughing, he was tiny for his grade! The boy just stared down at his feet. I stopped laughing.

"Hey! Why the long face? I didn't mean anything by laughing... it was just an unexpected answer..." He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine. He stuck is hand out as a greeting.
"Steve Rogers, and yes I'm tiny." I shook his hand.
"James Barnes, and yes I'm... average?" We both laughed.
"You wanna be... friends?..." Steve looked at me as if I was going to hit him.
"Wipe that look off your face! I'm not gonna hit ya." I put my arm over his shoulders and began walking. "I'll take care of you shrimp!" I smiled down at him and from that day forward I have done a pretty good job of keeping him out of trouble.

A/N: Yup... Chapter One... I wanted Bucky to be really young. Umm yeah, Reviews are much appreciated :D