I present you with a new Bucky/Oc fanfic! Don't hate me because I am literally ignoring all my other fanfics... they just lost their interest with me. Sorry, but not sorry because it kind of sucks when all you get is people hassling you to update as soon as possible. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please, please, please REVIEW!

Her father moved their family to France when she was only eight-years-old. They truly thrived there, her mother being a beloved dressmaker and her father being a doctor. It was where her father learned that she was smarter than the average child. She easily solved puzzles, decipher languages and could solve complicated math problems within seconds. It was from then on, that her father, Joseph paid for any kind of tutor his daughter wanted; he did want her brain to go to waste. No matter how many tutors she would have after school, she would breeze through each lesson with ease.

She graduated high school 1933, when she was only fourteen and then continued to college to study linguistics and mathematics. She was at the top of her class, college around the world asking her to attend, but when it came down to it? She chose to attend Cornell University to get her Doctorate. She had already packed her stuff and shipped it overseas to her apartment that was awaiting her in Brooklyn while she took her time saying goodbye to her parents, friends and beautiful France.

A lot of the time was spent visiting her old haunts, taking the time to memorize each place with fine detail and then capturing a picture with the camera her mother gave her. She also spent days upon days hanging out with her friends, taking pictures of them as well. She wanted to keep a piece of every place, friend, and memory with her while she lived in America.

"You're leaving next week, you don't need a new dress!" Her mother, Darlin laughed at her daughter pouting at her. Even though their native language was English, they only spoke it when they had family from America come to visit.

The linguistics genius pouted, even more, she looked like she was sixteen rather than twenty-one. This was her fourth date this week and she still had one two days from now. It was no surprise that she was popular with the men, she inherited all her looks from her mother except of course her father's jade eyes. "Please, Mama! Johnny wants to take me dancing and I want to make all the girls jealous!"

"You will always make the girls jealous, now stop bothering me and go read a book." The middle-aged brunette shooed her daughter out of the dress shop and towards the apartment upstairs. But she didn't get far before Darlin's husband walked in looking like the world was ending. "Joseph, what's wrong-?"

The doctor ignored his wife and walked straight to his daughter, taking her arm in his as he ordered. He was too panicked to even speak French. "Go pack your things, you are leaving for England tonight!"

"What?! Why? I can't! I have a date with-" The daughter started, but her father just slammed his hand against the wall and yelled at her to get moving. She had never seen her father like this and thought it best to do as he said. She ran up to her room and grabbed her half-packed suitcase. She started throwing in all the remainder of her things, books, pictures and the remaining clothes she had before closing it and running downstairs; only to see her father holding her mother as she cried. "What's going on?"

Her father looked up, looking grim. "My friend in the military just warned me to get out of the city as soon as possible, Germany is sending tanks, soldiers and-."

That's when the loud, earsplitting sound that shot through the air. They all knew immediately what it was… German tanks. There was screaming, the sound of buildings falling and the marching of soldiers. Panic grew in the Johnsons' eyes, her father reaching to drag her away, but she fought him. "No! I won't leave without you!"

"Yes, you will." Her father said without any room to argue, taking his daughter's suitcase, using his full strength to pull her and lead her out of the shop where a car was waiting to take her to the train station. He loaded the suitcase and told the driver where to go. Joseph looked at his daughter, eyes brimmed with tears. "Remember, your mind is the greatest weapon in your arsenal. But, never forget that your mother and I love you so much, my little bug."

"I love you, Papa, I love you and Mama so much!" She cried out the window as the distance became larger and larger. Pressing her hand against the back window, the brunette watched as her mother came out of the home she grew to love so much and stood next to Joseph. Her mother raised her hand to send her a kiss before everything went to hell.

There was a loud crack of sound then everything she knew and loved was gone.

Her home was now in shambles, the bricks that once made it up now were the very things that killed her parents. Their eyes stared wide into the cloudless sky, blood pooling around them. She watched as soldiers marched into town, shooting any civilians that tried to run. She knew every person that had hit the ground dead, one of them being her best friend; Jessica.

Jessica had been her best friend since moving to France. At each other's side, they would get into mischief multiple times a day. And when they got older, they would be each other's wing-woman, flirting unashamed with any man that paid them attention. That is until Jessica was eighteen and found the love of her life… His name was Shiv, a foreigner from India and it was love at first sight: They were both dead now.

"NO!" She screamed, tears pouring down her face without control. She wanted to go back, she wanted to find their bodies, but she knew her parents, her friends would not want her to stop the car only to get herself killed. So, she cried loudly while her driver drove wildly; trying to escape as well.

Getting to the train station, she and the driver ran to the train and barely caught it. They sat in their comfortable train car and watched their home be destroyed by Nazis'. Her driver's name was Lauren, he didn't have a train ticket, but they weren't checking since their whole world was coming to an end. They had so many extra passengers that it was almost claustrophobic, even in her own cart, there were three more people than there should be. Crying could be heard throughout the whole train, strangers comforting one another.

She wondered why she was the only one to survive. There had to be a reason… a reason as to why she had to watch all that she loved to be destroyed while she escaped to safety. Why was she spared? She found herself praying, asking God why he would save her? She wanted an answer, some cosmic sign, but all she got was disappointment and more tears.

"God has blessed us," Lauren said next to her.

She looked over at him, her eyes empty as she answered him. "No, God has cursed us."

She hadn't spoken for the rest of the ride to London. She didn't even say goodbye to Lauren, she simply grabbed her bag and walked off. Finding a hotel, Rose checked in and quickly left to find her room. She placed her suitcase near the door and stared at the neat room, wondering what it would look like after a bomb been dropped on it.

Sitting on the bed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible… Her face was pale and dirty. Her dress was covered in soot, dust, and unknown substances. Her green eyes, which were usually so vibrant, looked empty and dead inside. She felt dead inside…

Why her? The question circled her thought once again, the words haunting her. Why did her father survive? Why not her mother or Jessica or Shiv? Why was she alive and not them? Or better yet, why didn't she die with them?

Suddenly, she was filled with an extreme purpose. She knew why she lived and others didn't because she was intelligent. She could break codes was like breathing for her, she spoke foreign languages like she was born to them, making her able to blend in. Her brain was an exquisite weapon that the Fuhrer would love to get rid of…

Picking up the phone and told the operator to get her the nearest airport. She bought herself a ticket to the first plane to New York, which left in less than an hour. She quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the hotel, hailing a taxi and was off to the airport. It was at this moment that she was grateful that her father was smart enough to keep his money at the Bank of America instead of a local French bank.

She had to run to get to the plane on time, some man helping her with her things. He smiled at her kindly. "What's the rush? America will be there when we land!"

"Yes, but the rest of the world might not." Rose retorted, taking her seat and waited for the flight to leave.

The moment she landed in New York, she walked herself to an enlistment office. Suitcase in hand, her dress still covered in dust from all the tanks, soldiers and buildings fall in France. She looked like a mess, but she didn't care. She wanted to do something, anything to help end the war.

"Says here that you have a masters in linguistics and mathematics?" The doctor asked, looking down at her file that she had carefully filled out. "And you speak six different languages?"

"Yes." She sounded tired and heartbroken. "But I'm learning Chinese and Arabic currently."

The doctor nodded. "And you said that you are good at code breaking?"

"The best."

Humming in interest, the doctor closed the file and excused himself. It was a few minutes before someone walked through the curtain again, but this time it wasn't the doctor… it was a beautiful woman wearing daring red lipstick and a military uniform.

"My name is Agent Peggy Carter," Peggy responded with only a slight hint of a smile. She opened the file and stamped something in the little box before handing it over to her recruit. "You're in luck, we need people like you and we are even willing to pay for the rest of your education to do it. Congratulations, Rose, your part of the S.S.R. now."

You'll learn her name in the next chapter :P