Chapter 3 – Bucky and The secret of 1937

The second day in Brooklyn saw the twins doing different things.

Steven Rogers decide to read some of the historical books, post WW2 that his sister had gotten for him the day before.

Kathleen Rogers decided she needed to leave the hotel penthouse and get some fresh hair. Walking around Brooklyn came as normal as breathing to her. Every street had some short of story to her. When she found a nice coffee shop owned by an old day she decided to sit there and look around a bit.

"Where's your coffee darling." The old lady spoke as she stared at her with a strange look. The old lady stands out with her long wavy grey hair and strong brown eyes full with experience. "I'm sorry." The old lady, Kathleen calculates she must be about 65 to 70 years. "You look familiar to me. Are you from Brooklyn?" Kathleen knows by now not to say where she is from, so she nods a no. Telling she was from here could make people ask questions, and she can't answer them. "It's just so look like an idol of mine."

"I'm sorry but I don't know who you speak off." She says adding a bit of French accent to her voice, making the woman believe she was form another country could do it. Kathleen shouldn't be in New York with her natural blonde hair, she was lived enough to know she shouldn't make a mistake like that one.

"Of course you're young, she died long before you were born. Lynnie Rogers, she was an actress's turned soldier, a big personality during the Second War."

"I'm afraid I don't know her." Kathleen is aware she not lying that much because Lynnie Rogers, that woman, sometimes she doesn't know who she is anymore.

Brooklyn. September 10th, 1930

She was pressing her feet into the ground and looking at the clock. Steve was 23 minutes later, by now Kathleen knew her brother got himself into some short of fight again.

Her thoughts were confirm when she saw her little brother approach her with a bleeding nose and a bruising eye.

"Steven Grant Rogers." She says with her arms on her waist and with a tone that sounded a lot like her mother. Well her mother was her idol and Coco Chanel, of course, because she remembers seeing magazines with her clothes on and she find them pretty. She walked to her brother getting a tissue to wipe out the blood as he protested that she wasn't his mother. "Look at your knee." She spoke getting on sitting on the floor in front of her brother and already cleaning the blood. Someone behind her cough and she looked up to see a taller boy with pretty blue eyes. She blushed realizing the scene she made in front of him and immediately got up and tried to take the dirt from her pink polka dress.

Bucky Barnes blinked at the sign of the girl in front of him. She had really big eyes and long pigtails. She was adorable especially when her lips formed an o shape and her eyes started to blink.

"I'm James Buchanan Barnes. And who are you doll?" He asked her because quite honestly the girl looked like a doll.

"Kathleen Evelyn Rogers."

"You're sister?" He asked the short boy who just nodded.

"Bucky helped me take down some of the bullies." Steve informed her that made her stare at the dark haired boy with and murmur a 'thank you'.

Present Time

She stares at the large coffee in her hands feeling the warm in her hands, almost burning, from the hot coffee. She stares at her empty fingers putting down the coffee, crossing her hands as she brings then to her lips.

How the hell did her life turned out to be like this?

February 1937

Bucky walked inside the house as he saw Lynn with her hands on her face clearly stressed. She was sitting in the kitchen with at least five open letters in front of her. Clearly that was her cause of stress.

"Hey everything ok?" He asked putting her hands on her shoulders. He couldn't help but noticed how she was losing weight since her mother passed away, clearly another sign of stress.

"It's just some letters that don't matter." She says turning to him but he could clearly see she wasn't telling the truth and that the letters were the cause of all of this. "You're hungry James?" She's the only person he knows that calls her that, for everyone he's Bucky.

"Kay." He calls her, his voice full with concern. "What's wrong?" He could see she was about to change the conversation but he didn't' let her, instead he sat down next to her bring her hands to his lap as he stare at her face. He could see the dark circles around her big eyes that showed tiredness. "Kay, it's me. You can tell me anything." He says with softness as she stares at his eyes, she knew she couldn't lie to those eyes. But instead of speaking she gave him one of the letters. His eyes scanned the letter, the words like pay rent, late payment, late bills and eviction notice where clearly in most of the papers.

"Kay." He whispers at her because he doesn't know what to say to her.

"I need money Bucky. Fast."

"I can-"

"I can't ask you for more Bucky. I need to get it myself. A need a job, a good job. But I'm a woman, an 18 almost 19 years old woman, it's not like they are going to give me big corporation jobs."

"Hey, we will work this out. You know we will." He says pulling her to him as her face felt on his chest as put his hands in her long hair as she felt her trembler, the stress finally broke her.

"They want us to leave the house in 20 days James. 20 days. I- I can't let that happen. Where will Steve and I live? You know how Steve health is. He can't leave in the streets during the cold winter. What am I doing to do?"

"You will come and leave with me."

"James, you know I can't do that. Even if I do it what then, what happens when Stevie gets sick again? We need the money for medicine. I need to find a job. I can't let you take care of us forever James." She tells him as she looks up to him neither of them realizing how their bodies are pressed together.

"I give you two weeks Kay. Two weeks to find a job that can pay the bills, then if you can't please come leave with us." He says with tenderness as his fingers move the curls from her face.

"Ok." Her soft voice says as he noticed her eyes are finally giving up.

"Come on, you need to rest. I can clean the kitchen and make dinner for Steve."

"I don't know what I would do without you James." She tells her with the most honest voice ever.

"You will never have to find out." He promises her, as she wonders what that really means because she can imagine her forever with James.

Present Time

She walked down the street after finishing her coffee, passing by the worst place in Brooklyn as people stare at her. Yes she is to 'overdress' for a place like this. Most of the clothes she got on he bag where work clothes so today she decided to wear a Raoul forest green wool-crepe bootcut pants, a black Armani Collezioni turtleneck, sleeveless sweater paired up with black Casadei pointed toe pump that added a nice 4 inches and half, and Chanel sunglasses to cover up her face. (The look is on my polyvore account margot-807)

She saw a girl on the street, clearly a prostitute by her clothes, but still a girl, not pass 20 even if she wore make up to try look older, she was failing.

"What is your name?" She asked the girl who stared at her shocked. She could see her eyes fixed in her black Chanel purse.

"Lara." The girl says clearly intimidated by her and knowing very well she won't be a 'costumer' of her. However she was still knew at this, Kathleen could see it by the way she tried to hide her fear as people approached her. Yes, Kathleen was watching her before. Time enough to see the bruises she so desperately wanted to cover up and to look for an identification: Lara Hamilton, a victim of parents who should never be allowed to have kids, her mother died of OD and her father – was a piece of crap who clearly didn't take alcohol well. She was college dropout and had a eleven years old brother, she was 17.

Clearly she did whatever person should do, she opened her back and gave Lara all the money she had: 1243 dollars if she her memory served her right.

"Why?"

"So you and your brother can start over."

"I don't know what to say."

"Can you cook?"

"Yes." She says still intimidated by the girl. Kathleen took a card from her purse and gave it to the girl. "Leave your father behind. Buy nice, normal clothes and take a train to this city. Ask people for this address, woman named Laura will open the door to you, tell her, her mother Kathleen sent you. She will know what to do."

"Thank you." She says living.

Begging of March 1937

"How did you get the money?" Bucky asked her trying to sound calm as soon the doctor left the house. Stevie had a very bad case of cold last night and they called the doctor today.

"I got a job. The library two blocks from here."

"They can't pay you that well. I saw the money on the kitchen Kay." She could see the concern on his voice. She hated that she caused it however she needed the money. She looked down, pressing her lips and closing her eyes, not being able to tell him the truth.

"James." She begged weakly for him to stop asking question.

"Kay." She didn't needed to look up to noticed the look of recognition on his face but soon she left his arms around her as she cried.

A.N. GeishaXnoXHimitsu: thank you so much for your words. I wanted this story to be a little different and unexpected turns.

Notes about this chapter:

1. The flashbacks happen 6 months after Sarah Rogers death.

2. If it wasn't clear, Kathleen did sell sex to get money and find a job. I will bring that up in the future too.

3. Laura is Laura Barton, Clint Barton's wife.