There was a story, she knew like the back of her hand. It was about a man and a woman, just like some other stories. But this one didn't have a happy ending, but she always said it was the person that heard it should choose if it was happy or not.
It started out during 1942, when American soldiers started to head out and fight the German army, the Nazi. A brown haired young woman walked down a street with a taller man in a olive green uniform. His usually smirking or laughing face was now serious and warm hazel eyes looked at his companion with such tenderness and love.
"You'll be waiting right?" The hesitant words hung in the air between the two.
"Till the day you come home, Bucky." She told him, holding his hand tighter as the two hit the club and one last night of dancing.
That was the last time, Connie ever saw James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes, but he left a part of himself behind when he went overseas. A daughter, Connie named Abigail Claire Barnes, who had her father's laughing brown eyes and that smile which hovered on her lips even when she was in trouble.
The first time, Connie looked at her baby girl, laying there in her arms, she cried. The tears were of sorrow mixed with happiness. Inside of the petite woman, a warrior awoke and Connie knew deep in her heart of hearts that she would protect this pink bundle of reddish limbs and that her daughter would turn out just like her father.