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Chapter X

When Lucy had woken up that morning at the crack of dawn to relieve herself, she noticed she had likely only gotten a few hours of sleep. Her new friend Elsa told her that was typical, living in a military camp was noisy, and you had to drown it out.

That wasn't the problem for Lucy. She had already been in a military camp. Only, it was in the desert and was much warmer. Italy was something different. She had laid awake for hours, fear coursing through her from what was to come.

Italy was different from what she was used to. This was 'The War'. At least in Egypt, she was from removed from everything, and she didn't have to watch as the counts of the dead rose higher and higher.

She had almost gotten sick earlier that day from seeing a group of the injured ride in on medic vehicles. Men wailed in agony, clutching gauzes to their gaping head wounds which profusely poured out blood. Others screamed from their missing limbs, the only remnants that there had been anything there was left a bloody, severed, stump where the small veins and arteries were exposed, and the pearl-white of a bone sticking through.

It was dawn by the time Lucy had finally risen from her cot. Elsa had come back in the night at some point, not even able to change out of her blood-soaked uniform. She fell asleep in the middle of taking off her boots, one was half on and the other off. The poor woman had passed out from exhaustion, and Lucy could tell many of the other nurses and doctors were in the same boat.

When Lucy had finally woke and got dressed, she washed her face with water from a basin and then head to the Mess Area where she had a cup of coffee. Even the coffee was worse there, she found. And of course, there was no milk or sugar, which Charles struggled with and finally decided to take his tea black.

Lucy only had the coffee, unable to stomach anything after everything she had seen earlier. She explained to Charles how she had to meet Colonel Phillips, and there was a mission briefing after that.

When she had met Colonel Phillips she had expected him to be exactly as he was. A gruff, older man who had obviously seen his fair share of war decided to take a gamble on the science and technology element of it all.

A striking woman was also present, wearing a uniform similar to the one Lucy bore before getting caught in the action and decided it was more practical to wear other items. Agent Peggy Carter was more put together than Lucy had ever been even before the war. Her dark brown hair cascaded into victory curls, and her lips were painted red. She had deep brown eyes and a soft smile. When Lucy entered the tent, both women made eye contact immediately. Clearly, they were two women who respected other women of strong stature, and there was a clear admiration present in the room.

The two discussed Lucy's mission at length, which she could complete until gaining more intel on what it was exactly they were looking for. Her ears picked up when they mentioned the Tesseract, the object of power the German archaeologists were discussing as Lucy snuck into their excavation site in Egypt. As it turned out, it was a Norse relic, said to holds mystic power. Although Lucy didn't believe in such a thing, she still agreed to help find and research said artifact and made a list of books she would need to be sent to her. She spent the entire morning writing other professionals in her field who knew more about Norse Mythology.

Her main focus would be that artifact, as well as a few others that seemed just as peculiar. If she could track down said artifacts before the Nazi's did, her missions would be a success. And if she couldn't, well, then she hoped they weren't able to find them either.

The rest of the morning Lucy had been planning out her teams. She had been assigned two young men by the names of Roger Green and Caleb Foster. At first, they both seemed less than pleased to be on her services. However, their attitudes seemed to change as they realized they likely wouldn't have to be fighting while apart of Lucy's team; meaning they would survive longer. Suddenly, they were more than happy to oblige. They were two young men who actively did whatever Lucy ordered, and she was glad to have been given men who didn't question her because she was a woman. If they saw her mission as insignificant, they didn't show it as she bossed them around, and she was glad for it.

The rest of the day had been informing them of what to do and how to handle things. Lucy knew she and Charles would be doing most of the excavation protocol, while they did the heavy lifting. Many things would go unfinished, but it was the best she could do without a fully trained team. They would have their work cut out for them, that was sure.

However, she didn't know just how much once they arrived at San Marco Church. She knew there would be resistance from some of the soldiers, but she didn't quite expect there to be as much trouble as Sergeant Barnes had been giving her.

Lucy hated him, she decided. The man was non-compliant and hindering her doing her job, which she shouldn't stand. He was arrogant and snide and was clearly much like many of the others who disregarded her work as mundane and useless.

Lucy found herself growing irritated just thinking about it as she continued snapping more pictures of the church, recording every little angle for her records in the case that more destruction followed.

Her eyes followed the irritating Sargent that had the audacity to refuse her orders and she couldn't help but feel anger rise in her.

When she had first entered the church, of course, she immediately noticed him. After all, she wasn't blind.

She had walked in, really only having one concern, and that was for the ceiling she had already seen had been half destroyed from the outside. She practically leaped from the truck before it was even parked, and she burst through the doors of the church, the anxiety coursing through her. She was worried most of the building had been destroyed, and she was mainly concerned about the ceiling paintings.

However, when she noticed him off to the right, she immediately became a little sidetracked. He was gorgeous, and easily one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a sharp jawline with a light stubble lining it. His chest was broad, the way he stood just commanded notice to be on him. He was confident, that much was clear. And he gave off some kind of aura that made her gravitate towards him. For a brief moment, she almost felt as though she knew him...

And then he had to open his damn mouth. After that, the illusion was shattered, and Lucy could hardly even look at him. There was nothing she hated more than someone who stood in the way of her job, let alone someone who didn't treat her seriously. Not to mention, she even had direct orders! Which he promptly tore up and it caused a shiver to roll down her spine and hate to well in her belly.

She became irritated even thinking about it. Something about Sergeant Barnes had rubbed her the wrong way, and she knew at that moment she would never be able to tolerate the man.

After their intense interaction, she began snapping pictures of the roof and Charles approached her. The man had lit up while in the church, a smile wide upon realizing the destruction wasn't as serious as they had theorized it to be.

He had immediately begun diagrams and taking notes of the church. And as he approached her, his confidence grew and something about him made him seem ten times taller. At one point, she even caught him yelling at a soldier for sitting on a fallen piece of the roofing that had collapsed. Lucy laughed and knew once again Charles had been the right choice for her assistant. His usually timid nature and flustered personality were replaced with seriousness and confidence while he was working and she found pride welling in her chest. She thought of how parents felt as they saw their children develop and grow, and she imagined it was something like that. "So? Anything you noticed right off the base?" He asked her with a grin.

"Well, it's obviously Byzantine." She looked around, staring at the mosaic pieces, "Just look at the frescoes. Some of the ornamentations definitely reflect Turkish influence, not a whole lot of Italian though which is weird. Look at the crosses and the metal work. I'd date it back to the 10th century. I think I read a journal a few years back stating it was built for some monks who lived in grottos nearby, it would be nice to find those as well, or at least what's left of them. We might not have time though, but we'll document all we can here. Get Green and Foster to start moving out any religious items that aren't apart of the foundation."

"Should I start drawings?"

"Please, and don't bother with accurate measurements. This has to be a quick process, we don't have a whole lot of time." She said as she snapped more pictures.

Charles only nodded and rushed away, ready to give her team orders and promptly start his own instructions.

Lucy was preoccupied with taking pictures around the church to notice someone come up to her.

She frowned as she looked away from her camera as she noticed something odd about the floor stones. There were a few irregularities, and she smirked as she realized what it was.

A man cleared his throat behind her and she turned around, being ripped out of her thought.

"Sorry about that, Lieutenant. Hope I didn't startle you." A burly man with a red mustache and a bowler cap smiled at her. His face fell as he quickly corrected himself "Or um—Doctor? Which one do you prefer?"

"Either is fine, thanks." She said, "And you didn't startle me."

"Good, good." He nodded and then only adjusted the strap of his rifle on his shoulder and then rocked on his feet.

Lucy looked at him, waiting for him to say something and she pursued her lips before raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, do you need something...?" She couldn't recall his name.

"It's Dugan, Sargent Dugan. Most of the fellas call me Dum Dun though." He said happily and outreached his hand, she shook it firmly and gave him a small smile. She didn't know Sargent Dugan well, but something about him made her sure they would get along. He had a glimmer in his eye that reflected something kind, but also revealed a little mischief as well.

"What can I help you with, Sargent Dugan?" She asked him, looking back down at the floor and standing in a particular spot.

"I uhhh, I just wanted to apologize on Sargent Barnes' behalf earlier. It wasn't right of him to undermine your authority like that."

She was surprised, she rose an eyebrow and only nodded before saying, "Thank you, I appreciate that." Although he should have been man enough to apologize himself, she realized.

"He's a tough pill to swallow, but his heart is in the right place. He's a good guy, and we've just seen way too damn much. The chaos and all that death? It can change a man. But he's really not all that bad."

She only shook her head, "It doesn't give him the excuse to be an ass. Or to question his superior officer. He may honestly be the most infuriating man I have ever met." Lucy said and reflected her gaze back down to the floor, where she started stopping on the stone panels.

"That... might be true." Dugan looked at her curiously as she did so, the heel of her boots cracking some of the stones. He looked at her like she had slightly gone mad. "But all due respect, you asked him to clear out his men who were exhausted and to disregard the dead like it was nothing. It's not nothing."

A stone cracked and Lucy smiled, picking it up and revealing a tiny opening in the floor. Dugan watched her, and she tossed the broken stone away and lifted more to reveal a hidden gold rosary that some monks must have stored away centuries ago for safe keeping. Dugan frowned as she peeled away more of the floor, revealing other religious trinkets and items of value. "How did you know that was there?"

She wiped her hands on her pants as she stood up, and assured him, "I'm very good at my job, Sargent. And I know you and Barnes are too. I didn't mean to come off as insensitive. But right now I'm not in the total wrong, what he did was completely inappropriate and I won't be forgiving him any time soon."

Dugan only nodded and then pursed his lips together firmly, "Understood. But just don't take it off the table, alright? He might just surprise you."

As he spoke, Lucy's gaze was then redirected back at Sargent Barnes, who once again walked in. She doubted she would ever change or opinion on him, or would forgive him.

Their eyes met from across the room, and although she was filled with fury there was something else. Something about those eyes made her feel uneasy. And for the second time, Lucy felt as though she had seen them before. A glimmer of recognition struck her, but it faded almost as quickly as it appeared. The tightness in her belly also faded as their looks redirected, and Lucy only shook her head as she pushed the idea back that they may have somehow known each other. That was impossible though, she realized and quickly dismissed the feeling. But still, somehow in the back of her mind, she was sure she had seen them before.


Brooklyn, New York, 1940.

Lucy slammed her head back and winced at the feeling of the liquor burning her throat. Shuttering and trying to keep herself composed, she squealed as Adeline coughed beside her, "Holy hell!" She gagged, "What is this stuff?"

Lucy also coughed into her hand, the taste of it still on her tongue. "No idea!" Her eyes remained closed as she fought the wave of nausea that filled her entire body. "Horse piss, maybe?"

"It's awful!" Adeline laughed at her older sister as they both regained their composure, "Let's get another one!"

Lucy had arrived in New York three days prior from France. She had a contract with the University of Chicago and would be moving there in five days. But first, she had wanted to spend some time with her family.

Especially since she had been struggling with arriving in the United States alone, without her fiancé. She had arrived at the Lee's apartment overlooking Central Park to be greeted with many hugs and kisses.

Mrs. Lee nearly cried as she held her tightly, tears welling in her eyes and she held her face in her hand and kept exclaiming how beautiful she looked. Wrinkles around her eyes reflected her age, but to Lucy, she still looked youthful and beautiful.

Mr. Lee had only held her close, placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered: "We missed you, kid."

The butlers and maids were also ecstatic to see Lucy. But likely the happiest was Adeline and Beatrix. Beatrix had taken her children to see her, along with Jonathan. She hugged her so hard she thought she was going to have the life squeezed from her.

No one told Adeline Lucy was coming home though. They wanted it to be a surprise. As she walked in, looking like a million dollars arriving for their monthly family dinner, it was obvious the high socialite lifestyle suited her well.

She walked in poised, collected, and elegant. She wore fine clothing as Mrs. Lee had ever since Lucy had known her. She was the epitome of grace and luxury, and Lucy almost was taken aback when she saw her walk in. Surely this couldn't have been her little sister? The one who she used to have to help wipe her dirty face before bed, and brush knots out of her hair?

Adeline looked like a movie star and had the composure of one as well until she spotted Lucy sitting at the table. At first, Lucy wasn't sure how she would react. Would she give her a gentle hug and keep her composure while asking her how she was, or would their reunion be different?

But there was no way in hell she ever expected the young woman of stellar stature and grace to react as she did. She practically tackled Lucy to the floor, hugging her hard and kissing her cheek so many times Lucy nearly had to push her off as her entire family (which of course, included the Lee's) laughed at the reunion.

The next few days Lucy had been dead asleep due to being jet lagged. She had stayed in her old room at the Lee's, which they had always kept ready for her in the case of her return.

But while she wasn't asleep, she was shopping with Adeline and Charlotte (Mr. and Mrs. Lee's daughter) and then visiting her niece and nephew.

Mrs. Lee had at one point come into her room as she was eating breakfast that the cooks had made her and sitting in her large, canopy bed as the sun shown in from the large windows and she could hear the birds chirping in her Central Park. How Lucy had lived away from this luxurious life in Paris was beyond her. She was served breakfast on a silver platter, and Mrs. Lee came in and showed her pictures which she had found of her mother.

If Lucy was being honest, there wasn't a day where she didn't miss her mother. But she could hardly remember her face at that point. When she thought of her, she found her face shifting into Mrs. Lee's. She could never replace Mama, but it was close enough.

Mr. Lee, however, was a different story. She hated her real father, so Mr. Lee was the closest thing she had.

A few nights after arriving, Lucy had padded out of her room to sneak a glass of milk and a cookie from the kitchen. She stumbled past their large living room, where the grand fireplace with large gold ornamentation roared alive. Already there had been two plates of cookies set out and another glass of milk that Mr. Lee had readied for her.

She had found after her parents died that she could never sleep. She and Mr. Lee often had a ritual of staying up late and reading beside one another as they snacked on baked goods and drink a cold glass of milk. It was a refreshing change to her compared to how her father also used to make her stay up late with him. Only instead, they were drinking vodka.

This night was different though and there had been no reading. She had curled up beside Mr. Lee on their couch, her knees tucked under her and his arm was wrapped around her as they held one another close.

He looked at the ring on her left finger and told her how proud he was of her. And how glad he was that she had made something of herself and also found love. They spoke for hours, and Lucy had ended up crying at his kind words. Love was clear in his voice as he spoke of the wonderful young woman she became and how honored he was to have watched her grow up.

Lucy asked him if he would walk her down the aisle and Mr. Lee had to take a moment to settle from the tears. He had already walked Beatrix down the aisle, but Lucy had always been a different case. When she had come into their lives she was much older, and he worried she would never truly accept them as their family.

But the Lee's and her sister's was the family she had always dreamed of. Of course, her mother would have always been another part of the family she wanted, but Lucy's childhood was not filled with good memories beyond that.

Mr. Lee patted her hand and said with a shaky breath, his voice crackling "I know I'm not your father, but you have always been one of the best daughters I could ever ask for. I am so happy you and your sisters came into my life." The older man could only smile. He had aged much since the last time she saw him, his hair white and fraying and wrinkles in his skin, but his eyes still reflected happiness that Lucy had always associated with comfort and home. The Lee's loved their own children, and the Heinrich girl's, more than anything and Lucy could honestly say that they had been her saving grace.

Her time bonding with her family had not stopped there, though. After she had been moping the previous day about missing Daniel, Adeline had attempted to take her out and cheer her up. Come on it'll be fun! She tried to tempt her. However, Adeline's version of fun differed greatly from Lucy's, and what she wanted to do was go to the opening night of the opera and then go to a gala in Manhattan.

Lucy had been to enough gala's and operas to last a lifetime. She thought it was incredibly boring, and her sister had somehow forgotten what was fun.

When Adeline then suggested going to some other high-class member of New York's social scene's party, Lucy got an idea. She wanted to stay clear of Manhattan, where there were rich snobs and fake people.

She wanted to go somewhere real, and somewhere where she knew Adeline wouldn't care about being the fancy high-class lady she became. She could just be her.

And that's how they ended up in a crummy bar in Brooklyn, taking shots of cheap tequila and acting like less than respectable women. They had both appeared at the bar looking out of place. Lucy had her hair cascading down in victory curls and a red button-down dress with matching lips. Adeline was dressed far more different than Lucy and had her hair pinned up and black gloves and white pearls around her neck. As always, she looked like a million bucks and the people in the bar noticed immediately.

They were more than cold to them they first arrived, but then Lucy had the stroke of genius to by everyone in the place a round of drinks and suddenly they were the most popular people in there.

"Champagne!" Adeline giggled, her voice drunk and happy "I want Champagne!"

"Oh, no you don't!" Lucy corrected her and turned to the bartender, "Two more shots of tequila!"

"Is this how you drink in France, Luce?" Adeline continued giggling.

"Pffftt!" Lucy exclaimed and burst out laughing, "Are you kidding? All Daniel and I drink is wine with the occasional port! If he saw me like this right now — Oh God, I'd be in so much trouble!" She hadn't been that drunk since... She couldn't even remember the last time she was that drunk. Perhaps once she had gotten that drunk, and Daniel had to carry her to their room over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

Beatrix refused to go out with them. Not only did she have children to look after, but also she was strongly against drinking after seeing the way their father behaved. Lucy and Adeline never really learned that lesson. Daniel always criticized Lucy for following in his footsteps, and always going a little overboard with the drinks she had. Very rarely when she was home she would be free of having a glass of wine in her hand. But never before had she been quite so out-of-her-mind obliterated.

The people in Brooklyn were much livelier than the people in Manhattan. They were less concerned about what others thought of them and were more focused on being happy.

Irish music played in the background, and laughter rang through the entire building. Lucy and Adeline had made friends quickly and went under the guise of fake names since Adeline had very much made a name for herself within some of the papers by associating with very influential people. Plus, almost everyone knew who the Lee's were, and after Adie turned 20 she had taken their last name since the name Heinrich had only ever brought her sorrow and misery.

That night they weren't Lucy Heinrich and Adeline Lee. They were Emma Réhal and Sadie Walker. Although, whilst getting more and more intoxicated they began to call each other by their real names.

Lucy was in a fit of laughter at one of the jokes one of the men made in their company when the door of the bar opened. She took no notice of who walked in, but immediately they noticed her.


Bucky didn't want to go out that night. He had wanted a quiet night in, possibly just listen to the news on his family's radio, and then head to bed early so he wouldn't be tired for work the next morning.

But when George Caraway came pounding on his door with Tommy Susa in towe and a more than reluctant Steve Rogers, he couldn't exactly say no.

That's how they ended up at their typical spot they usually spent Saturday nights at. But something about the places seemed different this time, and as soon as they walked in Steve seemed taken aback "Sheesh, did we make a wrong turn somewhere?" He asked as he saw the two dames sitting at the bar. One with black hair pinned up, a killer smile, and a very expensive long string of pearls and a much too fancy dress. She was gorgeous, and as she held the bottle of champagne in her hand and laughed. Bucky had the urge to go talk to her. "Why the fancy crowd?" Steve questioned upon looking at them.

Bucky wanted to talk to the woman. That is until the one beside her turned around from the bar into his direction as she pounded back a shot of tequila. Her face contorted in pain and displeasure, and Bucky's heart dropped in his chest.

She had dark brown hair that fell in soft curls. She had a slim face and a small nose, which high elegant cheekbones. Her lips were painted red, but it looked as though it had smudged a bit from the way it had met with the liquor glasses she had been undoubtedly been brushing them against the entire night.

She cringed as the liquor went down and she shuttered before recovering and then laughing at something the black haired-girl next to her said. Joy reflected on her face, and suddenly Bucky had tunnel vision. Everything in time moved slower, and all he could see was her laughter as a large smile was spread across her face. Immediately, he was caught in her web and was drawn in.

"Holy shit," Bucky let out a low whistle as he gazed at her, unable to tear his eyes away, "Steve, do you see that girl?"

"The fancy dame? Yeah, what about her?" Steve asked, looking at the black haired one with blue eyes. Typically, that would have been the one Bucky would have went for. But the other woman was so unbelievably bewitching that he couldn't even look away. Her dark eyes had ensnared him, and her smile literally almost stopped his heart.

"No, no." Bucky corrected, shaking his head. "The one beside her."

"Umm, yeah?" Steve frowned, "The one that looks like she wouldn't give you the time of day?"

"Yeah, that one." He said without a beat and then nodded to himself. Bucky still couldn't bear to look away from her, she was just so mesmerizing. "I'm gonna marry her."

Steve's face fell in shock and he was about the ask what the hell had gotten into him when George Caraway laughed,

"Wait which one? Brown hair, red dress, killer legs that any man wouldn't mind having wrapped around him?" George snickered.

"Hey!" Bucky shot back and then replied back in a heated fashion. Despite his harsh tone, a small snicker rose in his throat as he teased his friend. "That's my future wife right there, watch your mouth Caraway!"

George only laughed and then smacked both Steve and Bucky on the shoulders before shaking his head and heading to the bar.

"Do you see her smile? Oh my God." Bucky said, "I'm in love, Steve."

Steve only looked at him and sighed, knowing how Bucky was with girls. He had expected him to want to chat up a girl that night, but never before had he ever acted that way, "You should go talk to her! Don't just stand around here!"

"You know what," Bucky said and licked his lips, not really listening to him. He pat Steve on the back as George did a few seconds before, "I'm gonna go talk to her."

"Wow, what a swell idea." Steve only snorted, knowing he hadn't listened to a single word he said.

Bucky walked forward and it was like as though he was trapped in a dream. Moving slowly, his limbs felt like molasses and his palms were sweaty. He couldn't even remember the last time he had felt nervous approaching a girl. What would he even say as he went up to her? He couldn't just very well flash her and smile and introduce himself. No, he had to be bolder than that.

He approached her, and as he walked up their eyes caught on one another. Again, his heart felt as though it had dropped and Bucky had perhaps only felt that feeling once before in his life.

Her deep hazel eyes looked back at him, and he moved slowly as he approached the people who surrounded her and neither one of them dropped their gaze.

When he made it in front of her, he asked her "Do you wanna dance?" His hands in his pockets, it was the first time he worried a girl would say no. He didn't even say his name or hello. He got straight to the point, figuring it would be easier for her to reject him sooner rather than later and he could avoid getting his hopes up.

The black haired girl next to her only snorted and looked him up and down, "With you? I don't think so."

Bucky rose his eyebrows and he said quickly, "I umm, I actually wasn't talking to you." He wasn't sure he liked how she just assumed she was the one he was asking, as if the other woman wasn't even present.

The woman in red only rose her eyebrows and then looked at her friend, she looked a little surprised that he asked her, her mouth fell slightly open, "Oh!" She looked surprised and then inhaled deeply, "I'm sorry, but I'm engaged."

Lucy was shocked that someone was paying her notice when Adeline was directly next to her. Usually, she didn't even get a glance from the opposite sex when her younger sister was around.

Bucky's heart dropped, but then he nodded and smirked, "I asked you to dance, not to go out on a date." If he could even dance with her, that would be enough for him.

She only smirked and then nodded, "Well then I'll give you a tentative maybe. It depends."

"On?" He asked her, curious at what she had to say.

"On how long it takes me to finish this drink." She said, smirking as she held the beer she was nursing. She had finished up with the shots and was now onto something that tasted a little better going down.

"I'll hold you to that then," Bucky continued to grin at her as he backed away, still unable to draw his eyes from her.

As soon as the mysterious man walked away, Adeline gave Lucy a glare and then gripped her wrist tightly. Lucy's eyes couldn't help but follow the handsome stranger as he walked away. "What?" Lucy hissed at her critical sister, "He was charming!"

"He's trouble, and you're engaged."

"Oh, please." Lucy snorted and raised a cocky eyebrow, "You're just jealous he asked me and not you." She said with a smug tone.

Adeline looked across the bar at him, and he chuckled before shaking her head, "He's good looking, I'll give you that. But not my type."

"Oh, right. I forgot you were an elitist snob." Lucy teased, which earned her a swift, teasing punch to the shoulder. Although, to a degree, they both knew she wasn't joking. After all, Adeline did have a reputation to maintain and she didn't want to be associated with people of a lower social class. She had always been slightly vain, and it was the one thing Lucy and Adie had never seen eye to eye on.

Lucy rose her pint glass to her lips and took a sip before looking up once more and her eyes meeting the stranger's once again and he gave her another smile and raised his glass in cheers from across the bar. Lucy couldn't help but chuckle "My God, he is handsome though."

"Uh huh, stop making eyes at him. You're a woman to be we wed, remember?" As if Adeline had to remind her. Lucy was well aware, and obviously, she would never do anything to jeopardize her and Daniel's relationship. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun though, right?

"I can look but not touch." She giggled "Now stop being so sour that I'm getting attention for once and drink your beer." Lucy scolded only to have Adeline roll her eyes at her and do exactly what she was told by her older sister without hesitation.


SO. Lucy and Bucky HAVE met before. Unfortunately, alcohol hinder's one's memory and that could be why they seem to not recognize each other other. My, this is getting interesting... And it's only going to be getting better.

Thank you all for reading. I would love a couple reviews, follows, and favourites to help inspire another update... Perhaps one that might even include another fluffy flashback?

-Amelia