AN : So after watching and re-watching Captain America : The Winter Solider 173 times or so, I realised that I had couldn't leave the story as it was for two years. So I began to plot and plan and cultivate this little story - which is all it is right now. As with most of my fics - this story will contain an Original Character. If you aren't keen on OC's then there's a back button on the top left of the screen that will take you out of this story.
I own nothing but my OC, all credit goes to Marvel for their amazing stories and characters that I am merely borrowing.
Any lyrics used are the rightful property of their writers.
Now. Enough chit-chat. Enjoy and hit that button right down the bottom. Every review helps Bucky remember XD

Once Upon A Dream - a Winter Solider Fanfiction by FallenEpiphany

Chapter One :

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

Voices, loud and angry mad the floor vibrate beneath her feet. She rubbed her tired eyes and shuffled across the room. It was still dark out, it wasn't morning yet.

Her stuffed bear trailed, loved and limp at her side.

''They will never be able to use it without me!'' The voice, now singular grew louder now, shaking with a mix of nerves and defiance.
She stood, bleary eyed on the landing, squinting as the dim light from below made it's way up the stairs. There were two shadows. When the second shadow spoke, she could not understand the hard words.

''то вы умрете...''

Tiny feet made no sound on the soft carpet of the stairs but the voices stopped suddenly.

In her sleepy stupor she did not know that there was something wrong until she was standing at the end of the stairs peering between the railings.

''Daddy?'' Where there had been two shadows, now only one man stood.

Her father was standing some twelve feet away, the wide double doors of the dining room had been thrown open and he was standing in front of the table, looking rather distressed.
He turned wild-eyed and stared at her incredulously.
''Rachel?'' his mouth formed her name but no sound emerged.

Confused, the five year old stumbled forward, seeking her father's embrace.

''No.'' his voice came loud and stern now.
''Rachel, go back to bed.'' He barked.

Tears sprang forth with impressive speed, it was not like her father to be so stern. Confusion reigned and Rachel did not move.

They shared a look then, father and daughter.
Rachel sniffed and buried her nose into her bear, closing her eyes tightly.

There was an almost deafening bang and a thump that made her scream so loudly that the next door neighbours hurried to call 911, and she covered her ears, dropping the old bear in fear.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him. Blood pooled on the floor, staining the white rug her mother loved so dearly, his brown eyes unseeing.

In her fear, shock and inability to fully comprehend the situation. She never did mention that second shadow. She never knew why, but she felt it was something that ought not be mentioned, and eventually, years later when her father's suicide stung a little less, she dreamt about that shadow, and that voice. But she wondered if it was not just that - a dream.