Chapter 1

When she was five years old, she already understand that her family of three was…dysfunctional, as what her daddies would describe it. Attending her first ballet lesson was a horror, when all the other parents sending their daughters for the same class pointed fingers and whispered indiscreetly at her and her dads. But being an excited girl that she was, she was oblivious. until the lessons ends.

Girls can be really mean. Even when they were just five years old.

She told her parents that the rip from her tutu was when she fell while trying to demonstrate a perfect pirouettes and not from the harsh push from one Summer Stuarts on the dance floor. Her fathers nodded, knowing the truth all along from the betraying eyes of their innocent daughter.

Because Rachel even at a tender age, she understands what her fathers had was special and even if people don't understand it, they were her daddies and she loved them for who they are and whom they loved.

And everyday until she was 12, she would come back from lessons, schools, extra classes and sports events with a rip of her peaked skirts or mashed potato gravy stain on her sweater, she would smile and say it was just an accident and she's fine. she did not need any assistance from her daddies.

"Im a big girl. I can take care of myself." She said, and with a kiss on the cheek, she went upstairs to clean herself up before going to sleep.

How befitting those words were as the next day, her darling loveable parents died, leaving her alone to take care of herself, as she promised.

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James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes can take care of himself.

Aside from his perfect soldier physique, his talents of combats and sense of loyalty and duty to protect were only some of the notable traits that many people around him would attribute him with.

But that does not stop from his best friend from fussing about him going to war. The scrawny-pale version of his best-friend and the bulky, patriotic super-soldier version of his best friend. Both the same person but with added 200 pounds of muscles in the span of six months.

He tried to explain what went down at the mad scientist lab. He explained to him how he went in on the fight right at the forests near the enemy's fortress, mercilessly killing the other soldier when he caught a glimpse of the devil with red face and a short man with menacing eyes behind round glasses, up on the observatory deck of the fortress. the duo looks scary enough that he motioned for the other soldiers to back him up as they went nearer to the fortress.

It was nearly a minute after he sets foot inside it that there were these robotic sorts of soldier march in front of them, firing guns with weird energy blasting from it. Bucky was at lost to help the others and seeing their near death state, he could only nod in respect and sadness before running inside the building, only to be greater with another sets of marching soldiers. he didn't think twice before shooting them down with his own killing machine when he heard someone commands to stop.

And then he saw the devil himself. Smiling at him as if he was a newly prized trophy the devil stole from the heavens.

What he remembers next was a sharp pain on the back of his head before his vision turns black.

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