If you don't know, in the comics Bucky is the oldest of four kids. I tried to look up their names, but I couldn't find anything. So, I decided to come up with my own characters to by Bucky's younger siblings. I wanted to write a story that is centered around a female character, so here goes! This is set during World War II and almost before Steve became Captain America, so warning for swearing and some violence.

Chapter One: Missing in Action

Suzannah Lily Barnes was a smaller version of her oldest brother, James (Bucky) Barnes. Suzannah, who went by Suzie, was seven years younger than Bucky, but was still practically the same. They both had light blue eyes and chocolate brown hair. Although she was a few inches shorter, they shared the same body structure. Bucky and Suzie both had similar lips, face, and strong arms. They were both very good athletes and were willing to get into a fight to protect someone in danger. Suzie was stubborn and headstrong like Bucky, but they were also both caring and loyal.

Girls and women were supposed to be pretty and quiet. They were supposed to stay home and help with their children and the house. Suzie, on the other hand, was a tomboy at heart. She enjoyed playing in the dirt and playing sports. She could outrun and outsmart most of the boys in her grade. People were surprised to see a young girl act like that, but Suzie didn't care. She didn't want to be pretty; she just wanted to be treated equal to men. She looked up to her older brother, and spoke out against any negative comments about her personality.

It was tough enough being a girl during the 1900's, but it was even worse when she was scolded for 'acting like a boy.' Suzie was the only girl and the second youngest in her family. Bucky was seven years older than her, while Travis was only one year older. Corbin, the baby of the family, was four years younger than her. Growing up with three brothers, it came to no surprise that Suzie preferred to hang out with them rather than making friends with other girls her age.

It was this reason that Suzie was standing alone on a train platform in downtown New York. She picked at her dress sleeve, the pink fabric scratching her skin. Her mother, Lacey Barnes, had forced her to wear a pink dress for church that morning. She hated the color pink, preferring to wear duller colors and trousers instead of dresses. Suzie wanted to go home and change directly afterwards, but she found herself wandering down to the train station. She was a girl of twenty years old, and quite beautiful even though she didn't think so. In fact, she didn't want to be recognized just for her pretty looks. That's why she had her brown hair cut to shoulder length and wore boyish clothes instead of the skirts and dresses that women typically wore during the 1940s.

Suzie scanned the platform. The train was busy being loaded. Mothers held onto screaming children, and older men who were unable to fight were struggling to get everyone on board.

World War II was in full swing. The Nazis were growing more powerful by the day, and the US army and the Allies were looking for more recruits. Suzie stared at an Uncle Sam poster pointing at her and telling her to join the army.

Suzie scoffed and turned away. She was girl, and girls were not allowed to join the army. Bucky had been recruited as soon as America joined the war; he was in his late twenties when he got a letter from the army. Travis had wanted to join too, but since he broke his arm, he was unable to join. Corbin was still too young yet, so Bucky was the only one to follow in their father's footsteps. Henry, their father, was killed in action a few months before Corbin was born. Even Steve Rogers, Bucky's best friend, enlisted and was accepted despite his small stature and illnesses.

Suzie's mind wandered to her oldest brother. They had just gotten news that morning that Bucky and his team was captured by the Nazis and was being held captive. The US army couldn't risk sending a rescue team because of the high risk of danger. Suzie had no clue whether or not Bucky was alive, but she hoped upon hope that he was alive. There was just no way that Bucky was dead, especially if he was captured. He always said that if he was going to die, it was by going down fighting, not by being captured.

The weather was getting cold, so Suzie decided to head home. The walk from the train station to her home in Brooklyn wasn't that far, but it was long enough for her mind to continue wandering. She really didn't want to go home, since her mother was still upset about Bucky. Corbin was too focused on his studies to pay attention to her, and Travis was probably hanging out with his rowdy group of friends.

Bucky. Damn him for getting captured. Suzie hated getting emotional, but she missed Bucky and Steve. She wished that Bucky was home making jokes and teasing Steve, Travis, and Corbin. She wanted the war to be over. If only she could help...

A thought popped into Suzie's head. She brightened up at the idea and practically sprinted the rest of the way home.

As expected, her mother was home. Lacey had taken it upon herself to clean every nook and cranny in their house. It was the only way she could get her mind off of Bucky.

"Hello, mom," Suzie said and kissed her mother on the cheek.

"Oh, hello Suzie. Could you be a dear and make dinner?" Lacey asked. She was busy cleaning the bookshelf for the fifth time in the past few days.

Suzie sighed. "Yes, ma'am." She hated cooking, but she didn't want to argue with her mother. There was enough stress in the Barnes household.

She dashed upstairs to her bedroom. It was small since they didn't have much money, but at least she had a separate room to herself. Travis and Corbin shared a room down the hall. Bucky was lucky enough to get his own bedroom that he shared when Steve slept over.

Suzie changed out of her dress and into loose fitting pants and a blue top. They were Bucky's old clothes when he was younger, but they fit her perfectly. She tossed her dress on her bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen was also small, with only a few cupboards and stove oven, A table made out of wood sat in the middle with six chairs around it. There used to be seven, but Lacey had gotten rid of the extra chair when Henry died. She said that it caused her too much grief to look at the empty chair whenever they ate. The sixth chair was for Steve, since the Barnes' house was basically his second home.

Suzie sighed as she turned the stove on. There was hardly anything to eat. Lacey hadn't gone shopping in a while, so there was only a few potatoes, a loaf of bread, and a small turkey. Suzie decided to make soup for dinner; it was the only thing she could make without it burning.

Dinner was ready when Travis came home. The young man slammed the front door in his eagerness to eat.

"Hey Suzie!" Travis said and poked his sister in the side. Travis was a few inches taller than her and a year older. His mop of reddish brown curls covered his eyes. A cast covered his right arm where he broke it in a car accident a few weeks ago.

"Hi to you too," Suzie said. Travis smirked and lifted the lid on the pot of soup.

"Smells good. You didn't burn it this time," Travis remarked.

"Thanks," Suzie snapped back and smacked his hand away.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Oh shut up! If you don't want another broken arm, then go get Corbin and leave me alone."

Travis whistled low under his breath. "Geez, looks like someone's upset."

"Yeah, so shoo!" Suzie aimed a kick at Travis' retreating backside. She missed, but Travis tripped over a chair in his attempts to dodged it. He landed with a hard 'thud' on the ground.

"Suzannah Lily Barnes!" Lacey shouted from the kitchen doorway, her hands on her hips.

Travis got up quickly and left before the two women started arguing. Lacey waited until Travis was upstairs and glared at Suzie.

"That is not how a young woman acts!"

"Mom! It was a joke! He was bothering me!" Suzie complained.

"And you should learn by now that women don't wear pants! Go upstairs and change! You are disrespecting your brother by wearing his clothes."

"How?! How am I disrespecting Bucky by wearing clothes that no longer fit him? He gave them to me!" Suzie couldn't stop her voice from rasing. Lacey was a good woman and mother, but she was also a firm believer in the modern idea that women were inferior.

"You know what?" Lacey asked.

"What?" Suzie snapped back.

"I only tolerated your behavior because James influenced it. Now he's gone and you have no excuse to continue to act like that. Girls do not wear pants, nor do they get in fights."

"Mom, that was last week! They were picking on Corbin for wearing glasses! If I wasn't there, Corbin could've been hurt!"

Lacey huffed and tucked a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. She patted her hair in an attempt to fix it. "Go to your room," Lacey ordered.

"What?"

"Go. To. Your. Room. I've had enough of your attitude, young lady. Go upstairs and fix it."

Suzie spun on her heel and stomped to the bottom of the stairs. She turned back and glared at her mother.

"You would have never yelled at Bucky for being like this! You only yell at me because it's 'uncomely' for a girl to be...tough and independent. Well, guess what? Bucky's gone and there's probably no chance that he's going back. Yell at me all you want, but I'm the closet thing you will ever get to having him back!"

With that, Suzie stomped upstairs and slammed the door to her bedroom shut. She could hear her mother's sobs from downstairs, but she didn't regret what she said. She knew that it was true, and she knew that her mother knew.

Suzie sat down hard on her bed and curled her knees into her chest. As she hugged her legs, Suzie stared across the room to her desk. A family picture sat on top; Bucky was holding baby Corbin while Suzie and Travis stood on either side of him. All three were smiling as Corbin yawned.

Suzie smiled a bit, but emotions suddenly washed over her. Bucky was gone; probably forever. Tears fell down her cheeks. There was nothing that she could do to get him back. Nothing.

A thought that she had before popped into her head. An image of Uncle Sam pointing at her from his poster flashed behind Suzie's eyes. A memory of an enlistment sign at the train station floated into her mind.

Suzie sat up straight, her mind turning in thought. A smile found its way onto her face; her tears drying on her cheeks.

There was something that she could do. It was risky, but Suzie lived for risks, There was no doubt in her mind as Suzie thought out a plan for her idea.

She was going to join the army.

I hope you enjoyed so far. I hope you don't completely hate Lacey (Suzie's mom). I tried to write her as a loving and caring mother; she just is upset about Bucky's capture and the social norms at the time were just weird. Please review! I would love it! :)