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All my work and creativity put in here is purely fictional and fanfiction based on the MCU-verse. Thank you and have a wonderful adventure! also have a great Day/Afternoon/Night.

* Also, there is a bit of language, I mean, even if I myself was swearing at a young enough age, like 13. I figured I'd at least give a language warning right here.

Captain America: The First Avengers

Chapter 1

1936

They walked slowly down the streets, towards the Rogers family apartment. They'd left the cemetery several minutes after a small group of others had left, people who were kind enough to come to Sarah Rogers's funeral.

Bucky walked slightly beside Steve, looking over his shoulder to the teenager behind them every once in a short while to make sure she was still there, still near them and not falling behind. Finally reaching the sibling's apartment, Bucky looked down to his feet as they came to the wooden stairs to the apartment above the Kitchen the two siblings would now be living together in without their mother. A place they had lived for most of their lives with their mother not too long ago. Sighing, Bucky looked back and forth to Steve and the girl, his heart broke for them. "Come on, the two of you could stay at my place, just take out the trash, shine my shoes, cook dinner maybe," Bucky softly chuckled as he scuffed the bottom of his dress shoe against the wooden boards of the apartment, he softly blushed at the thought of them staying with him, "Something... Earn your keep. Something. It's better than being here. Alone." Bucky sighed as they reached the door.

Shaking his head with a soft smile of appreciation, Steve sighed as he looked at his little sister, she was about his height at fifteen years old. Her long blonde hair hung loose, like their mother always liked her hair, down, in her natural waves mixed with a few curls here and there, it was lovely. Even though she got made fun of at school for 'not doing herself up'. She had no reason to honestly. Stephanie was fifteen, not eighteen or early twenties, and looking for a husband. "Thank you, Buck, but we can get by on our own," Steve said, nodding his thanks to his best friend.

Sighing, Bucky skidded his shoe over the wood of the porch of the apartment a second time, looking between the Rogers siblings. He loved these two. "The thing is though, you don't have to. I'm with you to the end of the line, pal... Both of you." He said sadly. He'd loved Sarah Rogers as much as he loved his own mother. The loss had hurt him as well. However, when Steve only nodded, Bucky sighed and looked to the cute little blonde, "Come on, Lou, talk some sense-"

"Steve's right, Bucky, we'll be fine, right here. On our own," Lou told Bucky, her bright green eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had done. Their mother was dead, and her bastard of a father hadn't even the heart to come to the funeral. Then again, why would he? The useless piece of donated sperm had used her mother only to run back crying to his secret wife when Sarah Rogers had told him she was pregnant. That had been the widowed Rogers' second slap life had dealt her, TB had been her third slap life had given her just a few years later after Stephanie had been born. Now, Sarah was dead. Lou forced a smile when he took hold of her face and wiped away a falling tear.

Almost laughing at the siblings, Bucky sighed at their stubbornness he knew they had to of gotten from their mother and clenched his jaws tightly as he watched the tears rolling down Lou's face. He sighed as he wiped away the falling tears from her cheeks, he hated when she cried. "Come on doll, you know I hate it when you cry," Bucky told her, pulling her into a hug and ruffled Seve's head of hair smiling at his best friend while he let Steve's little sister cling onto him for some comfort. "It'll be okay," he told them both, burring his face into her long hair, Bucky sighed as he looked over her shoulder to Steve grinning at him. Clearing his throat, Bucky pulled from the hug, forcing a smile, and nodded to Steve and Lou. "See ya guys later?"

"Yeah, later Bucky," Steve said opening the apartment door, holding it open for his sister. Walking in behind her, Steve started to softy laugh.

"What's so funny Steven?" Lou asked her brother.

Shaking his head, Steve cleared his throat a little as he hung up his jacket on the coat rack beside the door and took his sister's jacket and scarf from her shoulders as she shimmed out of the sleeves and hung it up for her. "Nothin', just had something in my throat is all. Come on, go finish your homework, kiddo."

Dabbing her tears away, she nodded and went to her room to finish her homework and made dinner with her brother later that night.

1943

Stephanie waited outside the recruiting office for her brother, trying not to huff and puff with aggravation. She'd been walked out by two MP's when she'd walked in.

"War is no place for a woman, that's the man's job to protect ya, sweetheart," one soldier had told her, his blue eyes looking her up and down like he saw something he liked.

Annoyed and very displeased by that expression on the man's face, Lou huffed and crossed her arms over her chest at the man, "What are you looking at soldier, I'm a woman, not a piece of meat hanging in the marketplace." She snapped at him rudely and rolled her green eyes at him when he backed away from her while his buddy laughed, the two of them walking back inside.

"You alright there ma'am?" a handsome young man asked her politely as he walked up to her with a concerned expression, his eyes glancing from her to the doors behind her to the recruiting office.

Smiling to the man, she nodded, "Yes, I'm alright, thank you- oh, I'm so sorry, how rude of me, blocking the doors," Stephanie said realizing she was literally standing right in front of the recruiting doors and stepped aside of him to enter. She nodded her head to him as he walked past her.

"Quite alright, I'm Michael, Michael Wilson." He told her, offering his hand to her as he introduced himself.

Smiling at him with a big smile, Stephanie took the man's hand and shook it, she blushed at the warmth of his hand, and how big his hand was compared to her own. Then again, she was always a tiny thing, like her brother Stephanie was small, only Steve was sickly while Stephanie was healthier than her brother. Fighting back her blush, she looked up to his tall self, his dark skin and brown eyes. His smile was so big and cheerful it had her blushing. "Stephanie Rogers, it's nice to meet you, Michael. Planning on joining?" she asked him.

"I sure am," he answered with a big smile and a nod.

"Well, then I wish you good luck Mr. Wilson," she told him, watching him nod his thanks and walk inside after his thank you to her well wish. Smiling as the man walked inside, Stephanie watched after the man, admiring how handsome he was without trying to be a hypocrite after she had just scolded the last soldier who'd looked at her like a piece of meat, however, she stumbled a little off the first step of the four steps to the recruiting office. She was grateful she caught herself and found that no one saw her stumble. Fixing her purse and the light sweater she had pulled over her arms of her peach-colored dress for the morning air, Stephanie stood outside as patiently as she could until she heard the doors close behind her five minutes later. Curious, she turned and found Steve walking out with his head hanging low, "Again?" she asked sadly.

"Let's just not talk about it. Come on Steph, let's go catch that movie." He told her with aggravation.

However, the movie had not gone as well as neither sibling had wanted it to after the disappointing day. A guy had been shouting and ranting to the screen, demanding that they skip the Intermission plays while the cartoon was being loaded. But her brother, bless him, tried his best to get the guy to shut up and show some kind of respect to the News the Intermission was giving. Unfortunately, her brother had walked out the side doors with the guy to 'teach him a lesson.'

"Steve, don't-"

"Stay out of it sweetheart," the bully growled, shoving past Stephanie, and swung at her brother.

When he'd landed a punch on Steve, the bully had laughed and Stephanie cringed, watching as Steve fell into the trashcans and against the wall.

She flinched over and over, then cringed at the blood coming from Steve's mouth from the punches. It had to have been a heavy hit if he was bleeding like that already after three or four swings from the brute. "Let's just go home Steve, it isn't-"

"Come on twinkle toes," the bully mocked her brother.

She had no idea what to do. Should she intervene? No, Steve would get angry at her for getting involved. But she couldn't just stand there watching the guy beat her brother to a bloody pulp! They were grown adults, how was it that beating someone up in the alleyway followed people into adulthood? It was crazy really. Having enough, Stephanie grabbed the guy by his jacket and pulled him away from her brother after he'd been slugged for what seemed like the seventh or so time, "That's enough, leave him-" she screamed when the man grabbed her arms, spun her around and held her in place, aiming his hand flat to backhand her. She froze. The glimmering amusement this guy had on him had her frozen. He was purely enjoying this, and she was filled with sudden terror of the guy. "Steve!" She shouted with fright. She was shocked, and very grateful when she saw a second person's hand catch the man's wrist, twisting the guy's arm and shoving him away from her after lynching the guy's hand holding her in place free.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size punk," Bucky snapped, slugging the guy when he advanced him. "And don't ever put hands on a lady like that again, get lost!" he snapped, hitting him a few more times before kicking the guy in the butt as he stumbled down the alley, fleeing with what he had left of his dignity. Turning to Stephanie, Bucky grabbed her face with panic pumping through him as he checked her over. Feeling okay that she was safe and unharmed, Bucky closed his eyes for a brief moment to pray his thanks and kissed her forehead, and forced himself to let her go to help Steve up. "You know, sometimes I think you like getting punched," he told his friend with a joking laugh.

"I had him on the ropes," Steve told him, looking to his sister, Steve sighed sadly, "You okay Steph?" he asked her. She could hold her own just fine, but he guessed that guy just scared her a bit and caught her off guard for her to really react. Ladies today didn't exactly fight like a man, but when they could, the guy had better watch out. Steve knew that much.

Sighing, Bucky picked up Steve's folded paper, "How many times is this?" he asked unfolding it. "Oh, you're from Paramus now," he said sarcastically. "You know it's illegal to lie on your enlistment form? But really, Jersey? Come on buddy,"

Shocked at Bucky reading off the piece of paper, Stephanie looked over the man's shoulder curiously, "What?!" she exclaimed with fright as she looked at the paper. She hadn't known Steve was lying on his papers, "Steve-"

"Stay out of it," Steve snapped at his sister with rude annoyance.

" 'ey," Bucky snapped at his best friend, gently tapping Steve upside his head a bit with a frown.

Steve winced a little, unable to help it when Bucky tapped him upside his head. It wasn't hard or anything, but after the beating he'd taken a bit ago, it still hurt just a tad bit. Steve would admit though, he deserved that, and he was glad Bucky always stood up for her, Steph could be too soft sometimes.

"Don't talk to your sister that way. I love ya pal, but come on," Bucky told him. He smiled at Stephanie when he looked over at her and saw her blush. Finding her blush adorable, Bucky teasingly pinched at her belly then gently flicked his hand up towards her chin before running his thumb over her bottom lip, he'd done that for a few years now. He could never get enough of her lips. He figured if he couldn't kiss her, then running his thumb over her lips would be good enough of a kiss. She was his girl, even if she didn't know it. He softly laughed when she playfully swatted his hand away from her, her big smile, the soft giggle she gave, the cute blush on her cheeks that grew. He loved her laugh. Loved the way she blushed. The way she felt in his arms when he hugged her or had his arm around her. She felt right.

But as Steve dusted off, he took notice of Bucky's uniform. "You received your orders?" he asked, just a bit jealous of his friend.

Sighing, Bucky nodded as he looked down and forced a smile, "107th, Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow." He told them, forcing a smile. Bucky didn't like leaving them. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around Steve and Stephanie and walked them out of the alleyway, tossing Steve's falsified enlistment form towards the fallen trash can. "Come on, let's get you both cleaned up."

"Why? Where are we going?" Steve asked curiously, looking over to his sister's falling face. He already knew what she knew. Bucky would take them out, dance with a few girls, maybe leave with one, try to hook Steve up with one, which would fall through.

"The future," Bucky said handing the Newspaper to Steve for him to look at the front page, Howard Stark was apparently hosting an Expo for "The Future" "1943" which was the main headline for today's paper.

Her heart skipped and then fell when he said they were going out. She could see it now, Bucky bringing along two girls, trying to hook Steve up with a 'nice dame' which would fall through the second the cold-hearted wench saw her brother, leaving Steve out and feeling like crap and Stephanie to watch while Bucky entertained two gorgeous ladies. Not wanting to have anything to do with it any longer, Stephanie sighed and stepped out from Bucky's arm, "I can't," she said, catching them both off guard. A look of worry on Steve's face as he looked between Bucky and his sister. She hated when Steve looked at her with sympathy like that.

Stunned, and a bit in panic, Bucky stuttered with slight amusement for a moment, thinking she was joking. She wasn't, and his laugh died instantly. "What? Come on doll, it's my last night being home for a while. I want to spend it with my two favorite people. Have some fun," Bucky told her, licking his drying lips with worry. She looked, if he wasn't seeing things, hurt. Feeling a shock of worry, a sense of panic, and a shot of pain shooting through his intestines that moved to his extremities then reached down to his toes, Bucky cleared his throat. What had he done to make her so unhappy? She loved going out, laughing, and having fun. But as she turned and started to leave them, Bucky almost choked on the air he breathed in. She was walking away from him. "Lou?" Bucky called, stepping after her, Bucky eased her to a stop and turned her to look at him, but the sadness she had on her face doing her darndest to hid was still very much there, and it was sharp enough that it cut Bucky through, not to count the fact she was trying to not look at him.

Bucky felt his gut twist and his attempt to laugh it off stopped quickly, "Come on, sweetheart, talk to me." He whispered, pleading for her to just talk to him, to tell him what was wrong, because he knew something was bothering her. When she clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to look at him, Bucky looked back to Steve looking to the ground then back to Stephanie when she pulled herself from his hold, "Lou, don't leave, please. Stephanie?!" Bucky called after her as she walked away and turned down another street quickly with a slight run in her step.

Steve looked down to the ground, scraping his shoe over the walkway as if it were more interesting. He felt bad for his sister, he really did, but he also felt bad for his best friend because he knew they both liked one another, they just hadn't told each other because they both thought it would ruin their friendship. But they'd never know unless they tried.

"Steve, come on pal, do something," Bucky begged his friend. There was hardly ever a time they had a night out without the girl unless it was a guy's night since the day she turned seventeen, but even then, Bucky always tried incorporating her with them. Especially after their mother died when the girl was fifteen.

When Bucky tried getting him to stop her, to go after her and convince her to come with them, Steve knew it was time to step back, "Oh no, no, no, you can keep me out of this one Bucky. This is between you and Steph. Come on, she'll cool off by the time we get done, maybe she'll join us later." He told his friend.

But Stephanie had not come home while Steve cleaned up and got dressed for the night and Bucky was getting anxious, and if he was being honest, so was Steve.


"You're about to be the last bachelor left in New York, you know they're over 3 and a half million women here," Bucky joked with his friend.

"Yeah? Well, I'd settle for just one," Steve told his buddy seriously.

Smiling, Bucky waved to the girls ahead of them, "Good thing I took care of that," Bucky told his friend, smiling with excitement at the girl who called for him. As the night went on, Bucky eventually got bored, the girl's interest seemed to fade after a while, and he eventually said goodnight to them and went out trying to find Steve. It was getting late when he arrived at the Rogers sibling's apartment door. He was a little jittery, waiting for the door to be opened for him when the door's lock clicked and the small squeak of the door hinges sounded, he smiled and sighed with relief when a beautiful blonde opened the door, her long hair was down around her shoulders, her peach dress still on from that day. "Lou,"

Swallowing back her nerve, Stephanie nodded to him, "Sergeant Barnes," she said casually, "I take it your dates didn't go so well if you're here. Where's Steve?" she asked, looking around the tiny wooden porch for her brother.

His smile faltered for a moment for more than one reason, one Steve was apparently not home and two, she'd called him Sergeant Barnes, not Bucky. It made him nervous to know what he'd done to make her upset with him. However, he was more worried when she'd asked where her brother was and Bucky looked behind him for a second before looking back to her, "He... You mean Steve didn't come home?"

"No, he was with you when I left you both at the movie theater, what happened?" she asked, opening the door fully, though she had remained in the doorway.

Shocked and now worried, Bucky cleared his throat, "Can I... Come in?" he asked.

Taking a breath in, she nodded and stepped aside, "Yeah, sure."

Smiling nervously, Bucky cleared his throat again and licked his lips, "I'm um... Lou, I need to talk to you before I leave, and I, uh, well, I-I don't think I could say this in front of Steve if he were here right now. I'm sure he's fine anyway. He, um, I left him at a recruiting station, hopefully, they didn't catch him," he mumbled.

"What?" She gasped with panic, rushing for her jacket.

He'd quickly swallowed his tongue and shook his head, moving after her, "Shit, Lou, no, that-" he stopped talking when she grabbed for her light sweater off the coat rack, and not wanting to let her leave, Bucky grabbed her arm gently and eased her to a stop, "Stephanie, wait,"

With her panic rising she looked back to Bucky with shock when he grabbed her and pulled her to a stop, "James Barnes-"

"Just hear me out," he interrupted her, "Please... Look, I'm sorry, this is not what I was trying to say at all when I came here tonight. Steve is more than likely fine, probably just took a very long walk around. Somewhere. That's not the point," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his stomach knotting and twisting with fear and nervousness. Swallowing back all his doubts, all his fears, Bucky took a breath of courage, his jaws clenching as he looked at her. "Look, Stephanie I-" Bucky stuttered. He couldn't find his words. His tongue was refusing to say the words.

Her heart was hammering the entire time Bucky was there, confused why he wasn't running out the door now to go find his best friend, but as he stopped her, the nervousness he was exhibiting had her heart thumping, her mind racing with worry and excitement that maybe he had feelings for her and was trying to tell her without making it awkward with her brother around. However, as the front door opened Stephanie's heart fell when Bucky sighed and released her arm and lightly chuckled to himself, biting his bottom lip nervously. "Hey Steve, how'd it go?" he asked.

The conversation that followed was one that shocked them all, and it had Stephanie sitting on the sofa in shock and silence. When the boys tried to talk to her, she shook her head to them and silently walked herself into her bedroom and shut her door.