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Chapter 6

He watched from the shadows of her darkroom as she slept, it was a bad habit he'd had for the last week. Watching her heal, listening in on the sessions between her and Wilson, to reassure himself that she was going to be somewhat okay. And while she appeared peaceful as she slept, he knew when the nightmares started. But he wouldn't have come here tonight if he didn't have a reason. Looking at the ring he'd hung around his neck on a thin leather string then to the silver chain necklace in his hand with the star pin that had been turned into a charm, Bucky recognized the object as one he used to wear on his uniform back in 1945. He swallowed his nervousness and his regret as he looked at the girl asleep in the hospital bed.

He'd read her file a while ago. Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers, last name being hyphenated with Dugan. Daughter to Steven Rogers-Dugan and Alice Divers, granddaughter to Timothy Dugan and Stephanie Rogers. His Stephanie. His Doll. His girl. She had moved on from him, had a family. And while he was relieved Steph had moved on, it still hurt.

However, he was still bothered by the fact that HYDRA had tortured this girl. A thirteen-year-old girl, it was one of the reasons why the Doctors had put a compression cloth over her eyes and forehead. The headband they had used on him had left burn scars at her hairline around her head, something he felt guilt for since he was the one they had put her in the chair.

The torture had done damage to both her and him, but it had woken him up enough to question a lot of things, some memories, and to respond his own way. To run after Steve had gotten through to him a little bit.

HYDRA's representatives knew they could use her. For information, she more than likely had no idea she knew and a bargaining chip. When they figured they could possibly use her to 'infiltrate' the Avengers team for them they'd attempted to 'wipe' her mind clean and implant their poison, but the brainwashing hadn't worked on her for some reason. It should have, especially her being so young. But it had done damage, yes, but not the kind HYDRA had wanted. In fact, that had been how they'd ended up frying her eyes and the chair. Something impossible had happened, and they weren't sure what it had been.

After he had pulled Steve out of the lake, he'd quickly went about leading them to the vault with little breadcrumbs here or there where they'd held him and at the time, Bianca.

The Avengers had broken down those doors so fast he'd hardly had time to get the hell out himself. However, it hadn't stopped him from ripping apart a few men on his way in and out.

When the girl took in a hissed breath of uncomfortable restlessness and began to stir, Bucky sighed and gently pressed a button to lower the bed just a tad bit, then her pain-meds in case she was in pain. When she returned to being relaxed, he breathed a silent sigh of relief and hung the necklace over the headlamp over her bed, and moved to step away and back into the shadows. Until his retreat had been stopped when he saw the photo album she'd been looking at, Bucky smiled at the picture he saw, even if it broke his heart. Easily sliding the photo from the sleeve, he smiled sadly at it.

Stephanie was wrapped up in his old comrade's arms, both smiling and looking happy, turning the picture over he saw the date, and the words inscribed there in Steph's beautiful handwriting. December 25th, 1949, first dance, first kiss.

"They never married, but they still loved each other. He never blamed her for it you know, not marrying him. Honestly, I think it made him love her much more. The idea of what their wedding could have been like I guess, but that's just a guess." Bianca whispered. Looking at the watery eyes of the man holding the picture. "Thank you,"

"For what, I'm the one that-"

"Saved me," she said with a smile, resting her eyes and sighed as she rested back into her pillow, "You can keep the picture if you- wait, hang on, I have a better one for you actually," she told him, softly grunting as she sat up, gently resting a hand over the gown and patches over her ribs where the bullet had gone through her and flipped through the album to a certain picture of Steve, him, and Stephanie at the baseball game in '41.

When he took the photo after a moment, Bucky looked between the two with a smile, then handed the older one back to her, slipping the picture of Stephanie and Dugan into his empty wallet. "Go back to sleep, Eyes." He couldn't help but slightly chuckle when she laughed at his random nickname. "What? You don't like it?" He teased her, "Fine, miniature-Rogers, or Lou, yeah, miniature-Lou fits much better. Minnie for short." He joked. When the kid laughed just a little harder, he smiled, knowing he could at least make the kid laugh, until she winced and flinched in pain, her hand slightly pressing a bit more against her patched wound. He felt bad about that, even if he hadn't been the one to do it. Shooting the guy that had almost killed her, however, that he'd have done without this stupid programming.

Bianca felt amused by his random and amusing nicknames. But regarding her eyes, apparently, no one she knew had ever met anyone else with her kind of eyes before, or since meeting her. She knew it was kind of rare, but it wasn't that rare. Was it? She watched him backing into the shadows of her room, she hadn't looked away until she heard a tiny knock on the door that distracted her. Seeing who it was, Bianca smiled bigger than she thought she ever would when she saw Peter and Ned sneaking in. "What are you guys doing here?" she whispered. When the boys each took their turns hugging her, she laughed when Peter rolled in beside her in her bed, being very careful of her IV's and monitor wires while Ned took a seat on the end of her bed.

"We wanted to come see you, so we snuck in," Ned told her with a big smile. "Oh, and we brought you your class books, your aunt and uncle brought your homework today I guess, or are they your parents or something? The one looked like Black Widow," Ned said, looking around the room before climbing off the bed and grabbing her pastel pink backpack with a grunted groan, "Oh my gosh! It's like a missal is in here, it's heavy," he groaned, setting it on her bed with a half-smile. "Sorry, Louie,"

They both covered their mouths to laugh as they could without being heard when she groaned and rolled into Peter to hid her disapproval, but they noticed that she hadn't exactly answered Ned's questions, about the parent statues of the man and woman or the fact the redhead looked like Black Widow.

Bucky laughed to himself as he listened to them, they were adorable and humorous. When she mumbled something into her friend, Bucky felt his breath choke him at their response. Something that lined up a few of his many scattered memories.

"End of the line, right?" Peter said to her, playful nudging her, trying to be careful of injury.

Smiling at their teary-eyed friend, Ned playfully took her covered toes captive and playfully shuffled them, earning a laugh from her. "Yeah, we have you covered Lou, come on, you want some help?"

Looking between her two friends, one who had the courage to approach her, the other because Peter was friends with him. And she cherished them both, "Yes, please, my genius brains help me not flunk school," She playfully whined, "God I hate homework," She grumbled playfully, acting like a typical thirteen-year-old, it was rather amusing.

"We know, that's why we came to help, you, here, let me get the lights," Ned said walking over to the light switch.

Her heart thumped down into her stomach as she looked over to the curtained area of the room that she knew Bucky had to still be hiding behind, there hadn't been any time for him to slip out, had there been? "Ned, no, don't-" she said with panic as she sat up, sucking in a painful breath at her stitches being slightly pulled. But he'd flipped the lights on, then quickly off. But Peter had already seen where she was looking.

Curious by his own nature, Peter crawled off the bed and carefully stepped towards the curtain. Bianca's panic was clear as day.

Panicking that she'd given Bucky away, Bianca sucked in a shuttered breath and tried to force herself to calm down. "Peter, there-there's nothing there, I-I'm just sensitive to light- Pete," she felt delusional and over-dramatic when he shoved the curtain aside and found nothing, no one, standing there. Relieved, Bianca rested back as both Ned and Peter turned and looked at her with wide eyes of curiosity.

Terrified he'd seen a grown man's shadow behind the curtain, Peter stared at her, "Lou, who was in here?" he questioned, his words leaving out in a hushed whisper.

Looking at her best friend, Bianca took in a shuttered breath, "No one, come on, let's just get this crazy amount of homework half started." She said, looking at him with a pleading look.

Knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of her, Peter nodded, "Okay, yeah, let-let's get the homework started. Come on Ned," Peter whispered, making his way back to her bedside and pulled the table around and over her bed and pulled her backpack over to him after moving her photo album, "Dang Ned, you weren't kidding," he groaned.

Steve walked in with Sam and Natasha beside him, all three stared at the confusing scene in front of them as they held their fresh cups of coffee. Instead of the one kid that was supposed to be there, there were three, their girl and two boys they'd never met. Let alone knew about.

Smiling, Natasha walked in, "I got this boys, try not to scare the kiddies," she teased them as she walked into the room and gently woke the boys with a smile. "I think it's time you boys made your way to school, yeah?" She said gently, smiling when they jumped from being startled awake then began to groan from the pain their bodies were in from the awkward sleeping positions they had been in, mostly Ned since he'd fallen asleep at the foot of the bed.

Peter, however, had the three adults grinning at him curiously, then Ned's choked laughter when he looked at him trying to wake up. "What?" he asked, blinking his eyes awake. When the redhead handed him a cup of coffee, he smiled and took it with his free hand, "Thank you?" he said, a little curiously, taking a sip of the hot coffee he cleared his throat from the sleep then he felt a warm body shift and his arm instantly tingling with numbness. His eyes shot wide and did a double-take to the cherry blossom scent that hit his nose and the strawberry blonde hair that suddenly nuzzled up against him. His face went instantly red as he looked at the top of her head. "Uh- what-um.. Bi-Bi-Bianca? Um… h-hey, can-can you wake up? Maybe? Yeah? No? Oh boy," he stuttered looking to the grinning face around them.

Ned covered his mouth with complete astonishment and amusement, "Dude, you are in so much trouble,"

Looking between the smirking redhead and the two men at Bee's door, Peter gulped and cleared his throat, "Which one's the uncle?" he asked nervously. When the chuckling black man stepped aside, and the sandy-blond-headed man that looked like a freaking mountain raised his hand and gave him that knowing grin and raised brow, Peter swore he was going to pee himself. "Yep, I was afraid of that," he muttered to himself, gently shuffling his arm under Bianca to wake her up, he was grateful to the woman when she took the coffee, "Thanks, I'll-I'll get you another one?" he said with a shrug then went back to trying to get Bianca awake, "Come on Lou, I'm littering in hot lava right now," Peter mumbled. When she groaned and snuggled closer, he sighed with a small grumble, "Oh come on, Lou, wake up. Please, I am begging you." He whined.

"No," she whined back and curled up further.

Huffing, Peter looked all around the room then smirked, "Lou if you don't wake up, I'm telling your parents about that time when Flash-"

Gasping awake, Bianca shot up awake and covered Peter's mouth, "Peter Benjamin Parker!" she snapped.

When a collection of laughter hit her ears, she looked over her shoulder to her uncle and his newest made friend, Sam, and Natasha laughing. Though Ned was the one laughing hysterically. "Girl, there was never a time Flash ever tried anything," he laughed, rolling off the bed. "Oh, that was great!" sobering quickly at how panicked she had been, Ned picked himself up from the floor, "Wait, did he? Peter did Flash seriously try- You got to be kidding dude! He didn't, did he?" Ned asked with astonished shock.

Groaning as Peter held his hands up in mock surrender as he laughed under her hand, Bianca groaned and sat back down, gently smacking Peter's arm as he began to laugh, "You are such a jerk, Parker." She sighed, dropping her head into her hands and lap, as Peter laughed leaning into her arm and hugged her.

Unable to not laugh, Peter chuckled, "I'm sorry, but I had to wake you up though. But I have to say, it was definitely worth it. Never thought I'd be pounced by anyone." He laughed, guarding himself when she turned on him and began to playful smack at him, "Ouch! Hey now," Peter laughed when she pinched his belly a little. "Now I hardly have any meat on me, I can't afford to get bruises," He teased. "And that's not fair, I can't fight back with you. May taught me not to fight girls," Peter said before playfully and very gently and carefully shoved at her making Bianca sway just a little. "There, that's my payback," he laughed.

Even though this was amusing, Steve and the others knew the boys would be late for school if they didn't leave now. "Natasha, can you take the boys to school. Make sure they get there alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure thing. Come on boys," she said waiting for them to grab their bags and walked them out.

Steve sighed as he picked up the open photo album and sat down, however, the Silver Chain with Bucky's uniform star that had been altered to a small charm hung above her bed on the lamplight caught his attention. He could have sworn that had been one of the two items Bee had been wearing that she had reported missing. Turning his attention to the album, his eyes glazing over the photos with a smile until he noticed something wrong, one of the pictures was missing. Looking to Bianca going back to her homework, or trying to, Steve leaned forward and took her pencil calmly, earning or to look at him with a look of 'what?'. It was honestly the first time she had ever given him any kind of attitude. Raising his brows at her, Steve sat the album on her over-bed desk, "Where's the picture, Bee?"

Looking at the empty slot where the photo had been, Bianca looked at her uncle and shrugged, "What picture?" she asked, trying to play dumb, but she knew it wouldn't work. This was her uncle for God's sake.

Raising a brow at her, Steve took a deep, calming breath, "That's your favorite picture, Bianca Lou. And you wouldn't have let that out of your sight and not make a scene the second it was noticed missing." Steven questioned her.

Sam froze in his movement when he'd been about to sit on the kid's right, his brown eyes looking back and forth between Steve and Bianca. "What?" He asked, looking at the old photo album, noticing one picture was in fact missing. Now Sam was really debating on sitting down. "Uh, I think I'll join Natasha on that School trip," Sam said Standing back up, leaving the room, calling the master Assassin, "Please, still be in the garage, Natasha."

Confused, Natasha pumped the breaks, "Um, yeah?"

Moving his phone from his ear with a sigh of gratitude. "Thank you, God," Sam said up to the ceiling before putting his phone back to his ear, "I am begging you, don't leave me here."

Confused at hearing Sam's serious voice of pleading, Natasha parked, her brow frowning as she looked at the Bluetooth connection in her car. "Uh, sure. I'm still on level 8, I'll pick you up at the door here at the door." She said. But her curiosity was killing her, "Sam, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you after the kids are at school."

Now that had them all curious.

Steve watched her staring at the missing slot of the photo. She wasn't talking and it worried him. Bianca had never been this tight-lipped before. "Bianca?" his tone was calm, gentle, and soothing. Reaching out for her, Steve gently rubbed her arm with worry. "Come on Bee, talk to me," he prayed for her to look at him, to talk to him. To tell him what was wrong, what had happened in that Vault. Why her grandparent's picture was all of a sudden missing.

When she sucked in a trembling breath and her cold tears fell from her eyes, hitting the old plastic sleeve it had Steve in a world of fear for what had happened.

Turning the sleeve a few pages over, Bianca handed her uncle the picture from 1941 at the ballgame with Stephanie wrapped up in their arms, "He saved me, he is the reason you found me in the first place… It was only fair he had something. He saw them in the picture, and I thought, maybe he doesn't want to or needs to see that, so I tried to give him a different picture instead. He chose them… If you can find the Vault's recordings, then you'll get as many answers as you can from it. And maybe more." she said, looking at her uncle. She sniffed back as much of her tears as she could when her uncle wiped a few rolling tears from her face and nodded.

To say he was shocked was an understatement as he watched his niece, "Okay," closing the album, Steve Slipped the photo into his back pocket and moved the album out of her way. "Try to finish your homework, put what's finished into a folder and one of us will drop it off for you. The doctor said you can go home and go back to school in a few days, but no gym and no physical training for a while until that is healed. I'm taking your doctor's notes to your school tomorrow. So, get whatever done that you can." He told her, kissing her forehead gently before leaving her room.