BECKY BARNES

the youngest barnes eyed the chocolates suspiciously. ❝ why are these so oddly shaped ? ❞

“WHAT the hell !?” Bucky snapped when a knife went whizzing past his head. She’d been close, he hadn’t even realized the young woman was messing with a knife when he passed by. He supposed that was his own fault. He’d stepped by her with his head down, focus solely on not being recognized by anyone especially when he was with Kobik that he forgot that there were actual dangers like, apparently, being stabbed in the skull with a throwing knife. A glare on his face, he looked toward the voice that spoke to him so soon after nearly killing him.

It was so familiar that for a moment, he thought he actually knew who she was. But, his mind drifted and he was still on high alert, unable to really focus on both tasks at once. “You could’ve killed me or hurt her.” The knife disappeared for a moment and then appeared in Kobik’s free hand which only served to upset Bucky further as he pulled it from her grasp. He was about to lecture her about knives when he saw her face and for a moment, he was stunned. 

He had barely even whispered her name when he watched as Kobik freed her hand from Bucky’s to wrap her arms around the young woman. “Aunt Becky !” She exclaimed, clearly excited to meet an aunt that Bucky had told her about but had also declared her to be dead.

❝ if i were aiming for a bullseye you’d be dead. ❞ no , she wanted to scare the intruder , but that voice clenched at her heart. there is a difference , despite the familiarity -- and when their eyes simultaneously connected -- that tightness never faded.  in fact it worsened and for a moment she forgot to breath.  ❝ no , no  ❞ she backed away at the contact -- the words took her off guard and her mentality prepared itself for a fight -- mind directed towards the knives.  ❝ in what time could my brother have time to make me an aunt ?? ❞  the tone was harsh -- borderline bitter at the idea of her brother ABANDONING her. faking his death while she fended for herself. and to have a family ?? none of it added up to the james that she knew. therefore she had every reason to believe this one was an imposter too.   ❝ y’ pulling my leg , i’ll give it to you for tryin’ to mess with with me.  ❞

Fast as lightning, the blonde caught the knife mere inches from her face. A reflexive movement, developed through the use of her own blade and easily missed if one blinked. “And here I thought we’d developed a nice repartee with one another.” Casually approaching the other, Torunn offered the weapon back to the other. Blue hues scan the room, searching for somewhere to sit before settling on a large bucket. Flipping the item upside down, she planted herself on it and tried to get comfortable. “I have a problem, two technically, and I need some advice from someone I trust.“

there is a glimmer of fascination with a mildly irritated flair. not because she missed , but mainly because she had a distaste when anyone touched her knives. each had a story -- and it was a possession issue.so when the weapon was handed to her , she quickly grabbed for it and snapped the blade out of sight.   ❝ what’s your beef, darlin? ❞ she asked as she allowed herself to show that she is all ears.

❝ i can’t relate. ❞ the younger barnes murmured with a brash honesty as dark lashes close over her eyes - training them on the ground below.. ❝  sometimes it’s hard , y’know ? juggling between what’s real and what’s really in y’ head. ❞ 

Steve had only paused for a moment when through his peripherals, he saw a brunette. Her face was familiar, like someone he’d known years back and it wasn’t until he looked at her again, this time full-on, that he realized she looked a lot like Bucky. Then a moment later, his mind caught up and the name changed to Becky and he suddenly recalled when she’d come to visit (or run away, it was always one or the other) and hung around for a few days at Bucky’s apartment when he moved in with his friend. 

“Right.” Steve hadn’t turned to leave. Instead, he figured he might owe her an explanation given the fact that he had just blatantly stared at her, something no one in Brooklyn ever did. They usually knew better. “Do you know a James or Rebecca? Maybe a grandparent or grand-uncle in your family? You look just like someone I knew. Barnes was their last name.” 

darkened pools bore in the other’s direction , to see if he would actually disperse. but the moment the other stared at her -- the fire danced in the already heated look. as if a challenge in authority , she’s always tested boundaries with  chin raised in defiance as her shoulders tensed at the names that surfaced. “ whose askin ? “ the words jutted out in a guarded manner. “ the name’s becky barnes , what’s it to ya ? “  she decided to shed light on her name as her feet carried her over to the other , confidence exuding in each placement. there is no denying that the face did have a familiar structure -- “ y’ remind me of someone . . “  her memory flashed back to a male of a much smaller frame; a person that she would have gladly laid her life on the line for. as her memory hit refresh , her fingers slipped at the opening of her pocket -- where another knife rested. in contemplation she didn’t make the move, but as she thought about it -- alertness is evident in her eyes and stance. “  if y’ tracking my family you’re a lousy at y’ job. “

It was a normal day for the boy, swinging through the city minding his own business. The streets seemed quiet for the most part, he helped stop a few robberies – always listening in on the police scanner. He just wanted to do his part, and he knew all too well about how many big players there were in the city. The men that work for them is what really creates a problem, the petty crime could become dangerous if it’s not kept in check.

Nothing major was going on though, but he stops when he hears some music being played. He’s leaning against one of the walls in the room, trying to be COOL, but he moves away when he was noticed.

“You’re really good. I’m not sticking around, just admiring talent when I see it.”

the narrowed look that overcame her features remained as she moved to retrieve the knife. closing it in a sharp movement , she pocketed it immediately before turning herself to face him, but mind actively prepared for anything. a back to a stranger could always be the last mistake anyone could make -- however , there were no malicious vibes radiating from the male. no , he had tat spiritual vibe of a siberian chipmunk  

“ thank ya , but no use in tellin’ me what i already know. “ becky thwarted the compliment , people of her time were always sketchy -- never being open with their intentions. could the world have changed so much ? maybe , but she kept herself guarded regardless. “ do you dance  ? “  curious , but also reaching in a way. 

@scmmertimes

RIOTS , 

the fight for power socking in the minds of hungry men and women alike. as far as she was concerned -- the people in power were her enemy. they’ve robbed her of so much , robbed her family of so much. the sound of violin became the focal point of her thoughts but only for a brief moment. at the slightest sound of movement that wasn’t her own, she whipped around, fingers releasing a throwing knife at the trespasser, blue skies sharpening with suspicion. 

becky is pulled from her 1946 self , a year and a half after the supposed death of her brother, james buchanan. before bucky had been enlisted, their father sent becky off to boarding school just a few days before christmas, much to her chagrin. she has always been closer to james.  

despite that era , and the gender roles that followed , becky taught herself to be skilled with knives. a way to protect herself , in case something were to happen and she needed that form of self-defense. but when the death hit their family , she ran away from boarding school to be home with her family. but the attempt was in vain, she was sent back.

her life took a 180 turn , she had just recently experienced the great depression, the impact that world war two had on america and her family. she’s always been a new yorkie, she’s always been a brooklyn girl through and through.

she’s adjusting to the new age , and she feels right at home – minus the lack of knowledge of how to use most technology.

she adores knives , so a stray flying blade is very likely. she hardly misses, learning from the best.

becky owns an akita that she picked up from the streets as a puppy, naming him hunter. and she has an orange tabby that she named james the second, after her older brother.

she had a crhsh on steve as a child but that faded as quickly as one would expect, her interests were forever changing.