Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America: First Avenger/The Winter Soldier what so ever, they rightfully belong to Mister Stan Lee and Marvel Studios. I just borrow Steve and Bucky from time to time.

I only own the plot as well as Amelia, Bertha(Rose) and her family.

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1942

Rice was being thrown on the happy couple as they ran from the church into their limo, everyone was cheering and some were crying. But, there was a brunette girl with red painted lips and a baby blue dress that was too worried to do either one. She just let her suitor wrap his arms around her as she rubbed her hands on his green uniform.

"Do you really have to go?" She whispered into her boyfriend's ear, not wanting him to leave for service in the war.

"As much as I don't want to leave you, I have to, Rose." Bucky whispered back, waving at the groom before kissing his petite girlfriend's neck to relax her nerves.

Bertha Rose Pecot was her name and her boyfriend was none other then James Barnes, well known as Bucky to her and his close friend Steve Rogers. She met him one day at St. Patrick's about a year ago while there with her family for the Sunday service. Her Mother saw him staring at her when they first got there and was teasing her, telling her that she had an brown haired admirer with blue doe eyes and a strong chin.

When she went to look, she felt her heart flutter against her chest. He was utterly handsome and in opinion, put Gregory Peck to shame. Bucky saw her gaze over at him and was about to introduce himself when the Mass started, Bertha could see the disappointment in his face when the Priest made his walk up to the Alter and she had to giggle a little, quickly stopping when she saw the stern look coming from her Father.

After the service was over and her parents were speaking to the Priest, Bucky made his move and introduced himself to her and she did the same. He also said that he would like to get to know her better, maybe over dinner and a dance. Bertha agreed and when their date night came, he had to meet her Father to pass his test and he did so, they've been together ever since. Only to be torn apart by war.

She pulled him away from the crowd to the cemetery not far from it, leaning against the Angel statue by her Mother's grave.

"What if I never see you again? If you don't come back to me? My heart can't bare two losses within a matter of months, Buck." Bertha pleaded, her brown eyes welling up with tears as he took her face in his hands.

"I will be coming back to you, Rose." He assured her, using his nickname for her. To always calm her down, he called her by her middle name.

"And when I come back, I'm going to ask your old man for his blessing because I'm going to marry you when I come back." When Bucky said those words, he pulled out a necklace with a simple diamond ring on a gold band hanging from the chain out of his pocket. The expression on Bertha's face was awe struck, to the fact that he wanted to marry her and the ring on the chain then she noticed that it looked familiar.

"Your Mother's ring." She mused as he put the necklace around her neck, her cheeks heated up when his fingers ran across her skin from the back of her neck, to the sides and her collarbone.

"Keep it around your neck until I come back, Rose. That's when I'm going to put it on your finger." Bucky told her with that irresistible smile of his before she jumped into his arms to kiss him.

It was paradise when they were together but, they knew that with him going off to service that paradise was going to be dark for a while. Though neither one of them knew how dark it would soon become.

1944

It had been two years since she had seen her Bucky, the only way she knows that he's okay is when they write to each other and well.. She hasn't heard back from him in almost a month even though she knew it took a long time to mail a letter from the USA to Europe.

She was sitting in her bedroom window with a book in her lap, one hand turning the pages and the other was rubbing the ring around her neck when there was a knock at the door. She moved to get it and when she was halfway down the stairs, her Father had beaten her to the door and opened it to reveal two Military men. One was holding a folded flag in his arms and medals. In her mind that only meant one thing.

"Is Miss Bertha Pecot here?" The General asked and she almost ran down the rest of the steps.

"Right here, sir. Would you two gentlemen like to come in?" Bertha asked back, doing her best to keep her voice from shaking. It was as if her body knew what was going to be said because she could feel her heart tightening in her chest and her whole body shake.

"No, thank you, Miss Pecot. We are hear to inform you of Sergeant James Barnes. He was killed in action about a month ago, he said that upon his death, to give you his medals and flag. He was a very brave man." Her body's intuition was right, her Bucky was gone.

Her eyes stung from the tears building up as the other man gave her the flag and Bucky's medals.

"He talked about you a lot. Sergeant Barnes really loved you, Miss Pecot. He wouldn't want you to stay sad." He told her and she gave a weak smile. Her father thanked them for coming by and they gave their sympathies before leaving.

When she heard the door close, Bertha wanted so badly for her knees to give out from under her as she let out the tears and sobs that wanted to escape as soon as she heard that he was dead. But, she didn't collapse. She just held the medals and flag close to her chest, crying her eyes and heart out as her Father turned to her and embraced her to comfort her.

He wasn't going to lie, his heart ached for his little girl and he wished that she didn't have to go through the heartache again of losing a loved one. She didn't eat for a couple weeks when her Mother passed, Bucky would come over and make her eat to help her get better. Lord knows what she'd do now that he was gone too.

2014

"Grandma Bertha, I'm back!" The petite yet well curved auburn haired 24 year old woman exclaimed as she entered her Grandmother's home that wasn't far from her own apartment, with groceries in her arms.

"In the kitchen, Dear." She heard her Grandma's voice and followed it into the kitchen to see a white haired Bertha sitting at the kitchen table with an old friend of hers, one that she herself became good friends with. Steve Rogers or better known as Captain America.

"Hey Mama, hey Steve." She greeted, giving Bertha a kiss and a cheek and doing the same to Steve who had blushed when she kissed his cheek.

"Amelia, every day I see you, I see your Grandmother when she was your age." Steve admitted, taking in Amelia's features and seeing no one else but his best friend's girl there. She could have been Bertha's twin sister if they were back in the forties.

The auburn mini me of dear Bertha was named Amelia Beth Cross and yes, when she was little, her nickname around the school year was ABC. Her parents were killed in a car crash when she was ten and she stayed with her Grandparents and when she was sixteen, her Grandfather died of a heart attack. From Bertha's point of view, it seemed like so much death was around her but as long as Amelia was there, it was like she was the light in the darkness.

Just a couple months ago, after everyone in the country found out about SHIELD actually being under the control of HYDRA, a Nazi group that everyone thought was destroyed back in the forties, Amelia got a job at the Smithsonian. Specially for the Captain America exhibit because of the director for the exhibit heard of her Grandmother having known Steve back before the war and even now. Guess they wanted a good historian.

"I know Mama B had to be breaking hearts left and right." She mused, taking the food out of the bags and putting everything up, dodging her Grandmother's swinging hand.

"Steve will tell you, I was a good Catholic girl. I didn't give it up for free like they do now." Bertha mused, standing up and helping put up the food despite Amelia and Steve saying that they could take care of it.

"You know I didn't mean it like that, I only meant that you had to have many suitors knocking on your door. Besides Grandpa, of course." Amelia explained, shrugging her shoulders while putting the butter in the fridge. When she closed it, she remembered something.

"Wait, when I first got the job at the Smithsonian for Steve's exhibit, the display of Bucky Barnes. When you saw it, you told me you dated him. Tell me, if he had come back from the war, you would have married him instead of Grandpa Robert, would you?" She asked, purely curious of what her Grandmother would say. Having heard the story of the Sergeant that she almost married so many times when she was little.

With her blue eyes on her Grandma, she failed to notice Steve shift in discomfort when she brought up Bucky. She didn't know that when he faced the Winter Soldier months ago that it was actually Bucky himself, HYDRA had found him after he fell from the Train, gave him the Super Soldier serum, wiped his memory and used him as an Assassin over the years.

Bertha sighed, remembering the day that she was told he was dead and then to make her smile about their paradise together, she thought of the day he promised to marry her.

"Yes, I would have been Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes. I thought he was better looking then Gregory Peck in which every women I said that to had to agree with me after seeing him." The 94 year old woman bragged about her old beau making her granddaughter giggle.

"If I had grown up with Gregory Peck on the screen, I would agree but for today's youth and in my opinion? Bucky Barnes is hotter then Matt Bower." Amelia said before the two of them laughed, almost having the same exact giggle.

Steve looked on from the cupboard with a smile, shaking his head. It was both shocking and interesting seeing both of them go back and forth on who looks couldn't compare to Bucky's. It must be in the genes somewhere.

Hey everyone!

I'm back, sorry for being absent just a lot has been going on.

This past December, my Mom passed away. She was 54 years old and it was very quick as well as unexpected.

I'm not saying this to get sympathy from anyone, I'm just letting you all know so you don't think that I just abandoned my lovely fanfics.

Now, I haven't watched Captain America: First Avenger yet but I have seen Winter Soldier and OMG! I am in love with Bucky! Even though he's a cold and sex killing machine in TWS. I was reading this one fanfic called the Stranger on the Bench by Ecorley. Please go and read it, it is amazing!

That fanfic there inspired me to write this and I am personally proud of it.

For how Bertha(young and old) and Amelia look like,

Young Bertha looks like Lana Del Rey with brown eyes (I'm going to post the picture in my bio)

Older Bertha looks like an older Vivien Leigh with brown eyes (Just picture it)

Amelia looked like Lana Del Rey (with a more reddish tone to her hair)

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this and the next part will be coming up soon! Promise!