#vintertsarn

❝    𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 , there was a palace in the woods, with more books and scrolls than stars in the sky   …   ❞

plotted  starter  for  @vintertsarn.

THE  WINTER  SOLDIER  WAS  GONE.   Or  so  everyone  had  thought.   Nat  had  gone  and  doxed  every  SHIELD  and  HYDRA  agent  who  ever  worked  for  either  organization  ,  ┈┈  causing  the  entire  system  that  had  been  built  around  lies  to  leave  them  scrambling.   Lies  she  had  been  the  one  to  tell  in  many  cases.

Risky  …  But  when  did  the  Black  Widow  do  anything  differently?

She  had  a  feeling  that  little  stunt  would  send  trouble  her  way.   There  had  to  be  plenty  of  agents  on  both  sides  ,  ┈┈  that  likely  wanted  things  to  stay  a  secret  like  they  had  always  been.

That  wasn't  how  things  were  going  to  go  ,  and  she  wasn't  going  to  be  intimidated  by  trouble  coming  to  find  her.         (  so  like  always  she  prepared  for  that  trouble  to  come  and  find  her  before  it  did.  )   She  fortified  her  house  ,  ┈┈  even  installing  more  security  cameras  in  order  to  stay  aware.   She  was  still  thanking  Pepper  and  Tony  for  the  added  system  she  could  run  from  anywhere  she  was.

But  there  were  people  who  know  how  to  get  around  those.

People  like  the  last  and  also  the  first  person  Natalia  wanted  to  find  her.   She'd  come  home  late.         (  having  just  returned  home  from  a  mission  that  she'd  been  sent  on  by  fury.  )   So  naturally  there  hadn't  been  a  mission  file  for  this  one.   She  didn't  need  one  ,  ┈┈  Natasha  Romanoff  always  got  the  job  done.

Closing  the  door  ,  she  gave  the  small  black  cat  Liho  ,  a  few  scritches  behind  the  year  ,  before  heading  into  the  kitchen  for  two  things  ,  ┈┈  a  drink  but  also  to  get  some  food  for  the  hungry  kitty.   “  Alright  fine  ,  you  greedy  little  one.   Lets  get  you  some  food.  ”   She  mused  as  she  walked  through  the  archway  of  the  kitchen  ,         (  not  yet  realizing  the  potential  danger  waiting  for  her  there.  )

She  realized  just  a  microsecond  too  late  ,  ┈┈  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck  standing  on  edge.   He  never  had  too  much  of  a  scent  to  him.         (  not  unless  you  got  close  enough  to  smell  anything  but  the  leather.  )   But  he  had  a  presence  that  had  always  been  unmistakable.         (  something  that  would  always  haunt  her  no  matter  how  much  time  passed.   or  how  much  they  made  him  forget.  )   She'd  know  his  presence  anywhere.

❝  Cause  lately  too  often  ,  I  open  my  eyes  and  my  vision's  darkened.  ❞

HAPPY  FUCKIN  BIRTHDAY  TO  THE  MOST  AMAZING  PARTNER  ON  THE  PLANET!!!!!!!!   nyx  and  i  have  known  one  another  for  a  long  time  now  ,  and  we've  seen  one  another  through  some  really  rough  times.   i  don't  know  where  i  would  be  withouth  them…trully.   today  is  a  great  day  in  history  ,         (  because  it  was  the  day  the  cosmos  brought  you  into  the  world  so  we  could  meet.  )   you're  the  bucky  to  my  steve  ,  the  loki  to  my  sigyn  ,  the  wade  fucking  wilson  to  my  commy  barbie.   thank  you  for  all  of  the  amazing  memories  ,  the  times  you've  held  me  while  i've  cried  ,  and  the  times  we've  felt  pain  we  were  laughing  so  hard.   i  have  a  family  now  ,  i  feel  loved  and  valued  and  also  value  myself  ,  and  that's  all  because  of  you.

Her mutant file designated her as the digits [J3N]. Who's knows why other than to dehumanize her and give her a 'number', as it were. He file stated that they had acquired [J3N], as an infant, from some Black Market auction to buy mutants, so needless to say that [J3N] did not know who her parents were, or whether she had any siblings. The facility did all kinds of experiments to her, from the time that they had purchased her, no faux parental figures, no acting like they loved her to get her to do things. It was all sterile, medical, very clinical. Eventually, as [J3N] got older and her mutation finally activated, they continued to do the experiments but eventually there was less scientists and more military-like personnel. Once [J3N] had some semblance of control of her mutation, they began training her, turning her into a child soldier, and once it was shown that she could refract the light-waves to make her eyes not seem like their natural state of the red irises with the black where there would usually be the white in the sclera, that the facility could train her in being a mutate sleeper agent. [J3N]'s eyes were the same as the eyes of her brother, Remy LeBeau, although neither knew that the other existed at this point, let alone that they were or even had a sibling. The facility trained her to make her sclera be white, not black and her irises seem like a ruddy amber brown color, to fit into normal society, and not be suspected as a mutant and could be used to infiltrate places and retrieve valuable information or, if need be, assassinate a necessary target. After 14 years going through that hell an opportunity presented itself to [J3N], one of the other test subjects that had been in there a few times, she had even escaped at least once, and was unfortunately caught and brought back to the facility. This time though, the subject known as Anya Barnes, her father came back with her, but more like a wrecking ball in tow. Bucky Barnes came in fast to save his daughter, [J3N] offering her unique abilities, including her minor precognitive abilities to help them to escape from the facility. Once they had escaped, [J3N] ended up staying with her new found family, the Barnes'. Bucky, and Natasha raising their two kids Anya and Jamie and now [J3N] or as she came to be known, Jenny or Jen.

Jenny stood on the front porch of the small house that she, and the Barnes family, were staying in. The sun had just recently melted behind the tree line, a cool summer evening breeze blew through Jenny's red hair, as she watched the sunset. It hadn't been more than a month since Anya and her escape. Everything was still fresh. Jenny wasn't even sure who she was, what she liked. She liked watching the sunset, she liked feeling the breeze. Jenny knew that for sure. She sat down on the warped boards of the rickety front porch, and sighed in relaxation.

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

Up  until  this  point ,    all  of  Anya's  training  with  the  Winter  Soldier  had  been  safely  tucked  away  at  the  same  base  she  had  spent  most  of  her  life.  The  only  exception  being  for  the  less  than  a  month  timespan  just  after  she  was  born.  As  far  as  they  were  considered ... They'd  never  had  any  life  outside  of  that  base  tucked  safely  underground.  But  now ,    now  she  was  being  given  a  chance  to  not  only  go  outside ... But  be  able  to  go  an  actual  city.  They'd  be  working.  Or ,    more  accurately  training  specific  tasks  ,   &  under  constant  supervision ,    but  the  prospect  was  still  something  she  was  excited  about.

She'd  always  been  eager  to  try  new  things.

What  they  hadn't  expected , given  that  they  weren't  told  exactly  what  they  would  be  doing  there ,    was  that  they  wouldn't  be  doing  anything. Stakeout  practice  was  important  to  learn  for  many  of  their  missions.  As  well  as  the  general  importance  of  being  able  to  stay  put  ,    &  stay  still  for  long  periods  of  time  without  moving  a  muscle.  Her  mentor  had  mastered  that  skill  a  long  time  ago.  (even  before  he  could  even  remember)  ──  &  now  it  was  her  turn.

They  were  stocked  with  what  they  would  need  to  get  the  job  of  staying  awake  done  ,    &  to  anyone  who  didn't  know  better ,  it  would  seem  as  though  they  were  left  to  their  own  devices.  Most  people  wouldn't  catch  the  various  cameras  placed  throughout  the  shitty  apartment  that  they  had  been  stationed  at.  It  was  the  best  location  for  the  mock  target  ,    the  one  they  would  be  lining  up  a  shot  for  before  wrapping  up  their  weekend  long  training  session.

Too  bad  stakeouts  were  quite  possibly  the  most  boring  thing  in  the  world  to  the  young  would  be  assassin.

She'd  made  it  two  hours  without  moving.  Eyes  glued  on  the  building  that  their  target  supposedly  resided  in.  The  instruction  given  by  her  teacher  was  to  watch  the  building.  Not  when  he  left  the  building ,    &  when  he  came  back.  Verifying  they  were  still  on  track  for  the  planned  hit.  Any  deviation  needed  to  be  reported  back.  Problem  was  he  had  done  everything  exactly  according  to  the  notes  they  had  been  given.  For  the  first  time  since  being  told  what  to  do  ,    in  the  form  of  a  dramatic  sigh ,    before  plopping  back  in  her  chair.

[ ENCRYPTED MESSAGE. ]    plotted starter for BUCKY BARNES. @vintertsarn.

Being home should have been a RELIEF  ,  considering what had just happened.  Maybe it was a testimate to how well prepared she was thanks to BOTH of her parents … Or maybe it was just the relief that this was all ACTUALLY over. Couldn't really cause problems for someone if you were a dead man.

Maybe that was the reason for her FRUSTRATION over the tickets to Romania that had showed up the morning after arriving in New York.  She knew this was her dad  ,  & could even get behind sending her son their until things cooled down … But as much as her parents were … She was far too much of a WORKAHOLIC to be ready to take an extended trip home.  More importantly , Wade hadn't been extended an invite there yet … & she doubted he was getting fast tracked to that position.

Determined feet in heeled boots MARCHED down the hallway of the New York family estate , heading straight to where she knew he would be at.  The kitchen.  He always liked having family dinners after something like this happened. Something about remembering what was IMPORTANT.  It was something that they found set him apart from most people in his business.  This all really was for his FAMILY , & he took every opportunity to make sure they all knew that.

❝ Got some plane tickets in the mail this morning , ❞   Straight down to business upon walking into the room , she let the itinerary DROP on the counter , pausing for a moment before gesturing to them with her hand.   ❝ Is this really necessary?  The man's dead , I don't know how he's going to do much damage anymore that we have to run away to hide in a fortress. ❞