Authors note:
Sorry for the long wait; I have had exams that I needed to focus on. I hope that you forgive me, but this chapter might be fast and crappy; hope it's better than nothing.
"So you come here often?" Tony asked Steve as they were looking through a stack of old vinyl discs.
"Yeah; kinda" Steve confessed. They were inside a store that only sold classic movies, and music. Besides from Steve and Tony; there were only a VERY old woman, and a young boy looking for something for his school assignment. Steve felt kind of sad to see that people didn't use this amazing store more often; this was the only place that he could find things from his own time. And it wasn't like he wasn't trying to let the 40's go, but he saw no harm in liking classic movies, and old music.
"I don't blame you Rogers; I understand why you wouldn't be ready for music like Skrillex, and movies like Twilight. You just stick to this kind of old stuff if it works for you" Tony smiled as he picked up a vinyl with The Millers brothers.
"Even though music from the 40's can be creepy too" He continued.
"What? The Millers brothers? You think they're creepy?" Steve laughed.
"Of course they're creepy; have you heard the lyrics of that one song?" Tony had woken Steve's curiosity, so even though he knew he'd regret it later, he still couldn't help but ask.
"What song?"
"You know, the one where they sing that they would rather spend their nights with a paper doll than a real life girl" Tony put back the vinyl as he spoke.
"Oh yeah; that one; I guess that's creepy" Steve smiled teasingly, and then he heard it; playing from one of the TV's in the store.
"You've seen him up and down the avenue.
And now he's wearin' the navy blue.
She had a tear in the corner of her eye.
As he said his last goodbye.
Shoo, shoo, shoo baby.
Shoo, shoo, shoo baby.
Bye, bye, bye baby.
Do-dah-do-day.
Your papa's off to the seven seas."
He knew that he had heard that song before; it was originally sung by The Andrews sisters, but this wasn't them singing it now.
"Come on Tony, I need to see this" Steve exclaimed as he dragged Tony over to the screen, and just as he had expected to see; American Dream was in the movie dancing on stage with a lot of stage girls, singing.
"Seems kinda tough now.
To say goodbye this way
But papa's gotta be rough now
So that he can be sweet to you another day"
"That's American Dream isn't it Steve!?" A happily surprised Tony asked him.
"Yes it is" Steve answered amazed.
"I need to buy this" He continued as he took one of the DVDs, and ran to the pay desk without looking at, or caring about the prize.
"This has something to do with the diary hasn't it, Steve? I thought that you said that this girl couldn't possibly be American Dream, so why are you buying this?" Tony asked too late; Steve had already paid for the item.
"Well, it's POSSIBLE that I could have been wrong; I'm still trying to figure that one out." Steve frowned.
"So, she's not evil?" Tony seemed to be very confused, and Steve didn't blame him; he was confused himself.
"I don't know, but I'm going home to find out right now"
With those words, Steve and Tony left the store; Tony to go meet his girlfriend, and Steve to go home and read a certain diary.
"Where is he? I haven't heard from him in days; I'm so worried" Hel paced back and forth on the floor as she was talking with Joshua. It had been a few months since Hel had moved to New York, and Hel and Bucky were already very close. It had come so far that Hel no longer considered Bucky her "fake" brother, but her real brother. Never had she felt so comfortable in someone's presence than she did when she was with Bucky. He was kind, he was sweet, and in brotherhood skills he made Loke look like the worst brother that ever existed. Loke was a bad brother, but before the betrayal he had been okay; not compared to Bucky though. Whenever Hel had felt sad, he had been there to cheer her up. Whenever some guys on the street had bugged her too much, he had been there to make them stop. And whenever Hel was happy, he had been there to share the joy with her. Bucky had gone to war for quite some time ago, but she had been receiving letters from him almost every day, except for today. Hel hadn't seen or heard from Bucky in two weeks now, and that made her worry.
"Calm down Helen; it's not un-normal that you haven't heard from him in two weeks; it's war" Joshua tried, but his attempt to calm Hel down had backfired.
"Yes exactly, it's war; what if he's dead? Or captured? Or what if something even worse has happened?" Hel had almost worn out the carpet in the line that she was pacing, and Joshua was getting tired of having this conversation with her every day for two weeks.
"I swear Helen; if you don't hear from him tomorrow I will personally find out where he is" Hel looked over at Joshua when he said those words.
"You swear?" Hel was going crazy from worrying, and Joshua had really helped her out.
"If you go on a date with me?" He asked her with the sweetest smile he could pull off.
Hel and Joshua had started dating a while ago, and it was going really well. Maybe a date with her boyfriend was just what she needed to get her head out of this Bucky thing.
"Sure, of course I'll go on a date with you; where do you wanna go?" Hel smiled for the first time in two weeks as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes.
"I don't know; where do you wanna go?"
The date with Joshua hadn't helped at all; she was still worried, and now she felt bad too for trying to forget the worries. She was on her way up the stairs to the front door of her apartment alone, since Joshua had said goodbye down at the street, and she was now headed up to the empty apartment drunken with worry if that was even possible. That was when she bumped in to someone; a tall blond soldier with blue eyes wearing a star spangled uniform.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry miss; please forgive me" He apologized, but Hel was too worried about Bucky to even notice or care that she had bumped in to someone.
"No, that was my fault; I didn't see you there" She said almost mechanically.
"Hi, I'm Steve, what's your name?" The man smiled.
"Uhmm, Helen, I'm sorry, but I am quite in a hurry; I have to go" She lied as she slipped right passed Steve and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
"Okay?" She heard Steve say, as he continued down the stairs until he was out of sight. Hel wondered if she had been a little bit too rude, but she really didn't feel like talking with anyone right now.
Steve had been drinking something as he had read this part, but now he had accidently spit it out in surprise. He had met Hel. He. Had. Met. Hel. This came as a huge shock to him; he remembered now that he had bumped into a woman on his way down the stairs of Bucky's apartment building, but he hadn't remembered that girl being Hel. How could he? He didn't know Hel at all, but apparently he had bumped in to her once. He wondered what happened next, so he turned the page and continued reading.
When Hel put her key in the lock to unlock the front door, she noticed that it had already been unlocked by someone else, and when she entered, she noticed that all of the lights had been turned on. Hel connected the dots; a soldier in the hall, the door unlocked, and the lights turned on. She ran as fast as she could in to the living room, where she saw it. There he was on the couch, reading.
"Bucky!" She happily exclaimed as she threw herself at his now open arms in to a hug.
"Hel!" Bucky was the only person who called her Hel; everyone else called her Helen, and Hel was more of his nick name for her than her actual name.
"Where have you been? I've been worried!" Hel happily exclaimed as she cried tears of happiness.
"Long story, doesn't matter right now" Bucky laughed and let go of her; he clearly didn't want to talk about it, and Hel didn't want to put pressure on him.
"I have a present for you" He laughed.
He turned around to pull something out of the backpack behind him. It was covered in brown paper, but it was obvious what the present was.
"You brought me a book?" She asked him when he handed it to her.
"Yes, but not just any book" He eagerly said as she ripped the brown paper off.
"The story of Hel?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah; it's a Norse mythology book, but not just any Norse mythology book" He was clearly excited about this.
"Oh yeah? What makes it different?" Hel smiled at Bucky.
"It's not real; well of course it's not real, but… This is Hel's history where they have had someone to write it in to a full story instead of just facts. It's made by a Norse mythology fan, and its complete fiction!" Neither Bucky, nor Hel had ever seen something like that before.
"So it's sort of a… Fan fiction?" Hel asked.
"Sort of, yeah!" Bucky hugged Hel again.
"And it's about YOU!" He swirled Hel around the room in a flying hug.
"Well not really, Bucky; it's about the person I was named after" Hel tried, but Bucky didn't really care.
"So when are you going to read it?" He asked excitedly.
"Fine, I'll read it tonight" She laughed again.
Later that night Hel opened the book she had gotten from Bucky and started reading.
Authors note:
This has to be one of my shortest and crappiest chapters I have written for this story, but I wanted something to come out today, so here you go. The thing about the Norse mythology Fan fiction was just something I wanna try out for next chapter, and the songs American Dream sings actually does exist; (American dream doesn't; in the Marvel comics: yes, but not the same way as I portray her) If you're interested in the list, PM or review ;)