Chapter Two:

Bucky was not exactly sure how long he'd been sitting in his room, alone, glaring holes into his wall. He knew he was awake long before Steve left to go on his morning run with Sam (Bucky had declined the offer to join them) but he had no clue how much time had passed since the Captain had walked out the front door. Time didn't matter though. Bucky was sure that the images from his nightmare would still be clear as day by the time Steve turns in for the night.

The soldier squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to steady his breathing. He needed to calm down. Minutes passed but Bucky was still tense. He couldn't get the images out of his mind.

There was a girl. She was small. Weak. He could break her into two within seconds of laying his hands on her. She looked at him with large, gentle eyes. Her smile was kind yet sad.

Why was she sad?

Steve was in his nightmare, too. He was also small. He was nursing a black eye but that didn't stop him from hovering over the girl, checking if she was comfortable in her bed.

"Are you tucked in alright? The blankets aren't too snug?" Steve asked her. "Do you want me to rearrange the pillows?"

The girl turned her attention to Steve when he spoke to her. She shook her head and laughed, telling him he needn't fuss so much. She immediately started coughing after and Steve was quick to fetch a glass of water for her. The girl looked over to Bucky then. Bucky felt drawn to her, he wanted to be by her side but he couldn't move.

"What are you doing all the way over there?" She asked him. "Don't be a stranger, Bucky."

Bucky opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. He heard Sam going on about how sure he was that he had just spoken to his grade school teacher this morning. Steve didn't understand why Sam was so bothered by this.

"You don't understand, Cap." Sam started, folding his arms across his chest. He leant against the kitchen wall and watched as Steve opened the refrigerator to check what he could make for breakfast. "Ms. Rogers should be in her late forties or something by now. This girl looked like she was fresh out of college!"

"Maybe she's her kid?" Steve suggested, taking out eggs and milk. "Cousin, maybe?"

"Somehow, I doubt it," Sam admitted. "Could she be a clone?"

"Why would someone feel the need to clone your history teacher?" Steve asked as he brought out a bowl and whisk. He asked Sam if he could fry some bacon and put bread into the toaster.

Sam went to work, his thoughts still on the girl her met this morning.

Bucky walked out of his room a few minutes after Steve knocked and said that breakfast was ready. He entered the kitchen just as Steve handed Sam his laptop. The solder sat in his seat and curiously watched Sam log into his Facebook account.

"Is that really necessary?" Steve asked as Sam started to scroll through his photos.

Sam didn't answer. He had stopped scrolling and clicked on the photograph he was looking for. He turned the laptop to face both Steve and Bucky. It was his fifth grade class photo. It looked like the class was on a field trip. They were standing in front of a museum.

Steve scanned the photo, ignoring the urge to point out the eleven year old Sam, until his eyes landed on the teacher.

"Ginny?" Bucky whispered, drawing Steve and Sam's attention towards him.

Ginny finished unpacking the last of her boxes, tossing the cardboard to the corner of her living room, and slipped into her bathroom to take a shower. According to her watch, it was 3:45 in the afternoon. She was long over due for a shower and lunch. Breakfast, too, now that she thought about it. The moment she walked back into her apartment, she went straight to looking for her old photo albums.

Sam Wilson. She should have known she was going to be recognized. After all, she didn't exactly change up her appearance with every new identity.

She had tried black and brown hair once. Red, too, but she couldn't bear to look in the mirror and be reminded of a certain witch from a book franchise. Ginny loved her long, blonde hair. She should have cut it. She should have started wearing colored contacts.

Ginny shouldn't look like Stacey Rogers.

"I'm going to have to move," Ginny said to herself, allowing the cold water the stream down her back, her hands dropping to her side. She held her head down so that her shampoo wouldn't fall to her eyes. "I used to be the Falcon's History teacher." She went back to scrubbing her hair. "He's going to tell Steve and before I know it S.H.I.E.L.D's going to break down my door and take me into questioning."

Ginny had to play smart. If she moved out, thing could go either one of two ways.

1) No one would care. Her neighbors would probably be curious seeing as she had just moved in but they would forget her in a matter of days.

Or

2) Sam would realize that she was his teacher and he'd want to find out why she still looked the same even after twenty plus years.

Ginny was sure he wouldn't believe that maintaining a good diet and exercise kept her young.

"What am I doing…?" Ginny asked herself. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. "I was supposed to die back in 1943…"

Ginny was no idiot.

She knew her fate when her days outside her bedroom began to dwindle to the single digits. She remembered sleepless nights, coughing into her sheets, trying to keep quiet so that she wouldn't wake her father. She remembered the sad look her father gave her whenever he checked her temperature and told her that she had to stay home for another day. She remembered Steve and Bucky's frequent visits before they were shipped off to join the war.

She remembered the doctor telling her father she only had three months left.

Ginny looked at her reflection in her bathroom mirror.

It's been over seventy years since she'd woken up to find out her father had left her. It's been over seventy years yet the girl staring back at her didn't look a day over twenty-three. It's been over seventy years since Ginny had last seen Steve and Bucky in person.

"I should have dyed my hair," Ginny muttered, walking out of her bathroom.

A/N:

So here's chapter 2 of Timeless! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We finally see Bucky! Yey!

It has come to my attention that maybe you guys are confused to how old Ginny really is? Well, as it was said in this chapter, she's about twenty-three years old :) Quite young. This was the age that her father injected her with a serum that was supposed to have kept her alive for only another year.

Also, "Stacey Rogers" is one of Ginny's aliases. If you've watched "Age of Adeline" starring Blake Lively, you would get why Ginny had to think up a new identity for herself :) I hope this clears up any confusion!

Not much is happening yet but I promise that more exciting things are in store for this fic!

Anyway, please don't forget to leave a comment/review! I love reading them :) Thanks also for those who added this fic to their favorite and follow list!

Sorry for any typos or grammatical error that this chapter may have.

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