bucky barnes is baby

They came in for different reasons. If you were lucky, it would be a soldier bringing a small amount of food and water, but if you weren’t.. You would be in for a ride. “Steven Grant Rogers, aliases Captain America, affiliated with the Avengers, romantically involved with Y/N Y/L/N.” Your tired eyes looked up at the soldier who was staring down at you, hands behind his back. “Y/N Y/L/N, affiliated with the Avengers, former worker at S.H.I.E.L.D, romantically involved with Steven Grant Rogers.” He spit out the information in a low voice, the accent making it slightly harder to understand what he had said. You had a feeling that this wasn’t a soldier that would be kind enough to bring you food.

Another voice could be heard from the hallway, the door still slightly opened, You couldn’t understand it fully, but soon enough you were pulled up. Standing on your own was hard, your legs were shaking and a headache was forming from the sudden movement together with the bright lights. You knew what moment would come. “Still no answers, маленький?” You tightly pressed your lips together, you would not give them the answers that they want. The whereabouts of Steve and the Avengers. The soldiers looked at eachother and with a small nod, they both took your arms, dragging you through the hallways to the door that you had come to fear. “No, no, no,” you whispered, trying to escape the grasp. Things that happened behind the door were never a good thing. A doctor would come in, injecting you with some kind of serum before whispering two words in your ear. “Hail Hydra.”

This time was no exception. They strapped you onto the metal seat, restraints tight around your body. “это новая версия.” This is the new version. The doctor nodded, taking the syringe from the soldiers hands before making his way to you. You absolutely hated this, the syringe, the serum, the stinging. The effect would be worse. Steve. It was always Steve. He would enter the room, but you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t your Steve. His actions would soon follow up to that. Punching, kicking, throwing and screaming. The violent actions made your body hurt, but you couldn’t fight back. You wouldn’t. Hydra wanted answers, they wanted to know everything about the Avengers. You wouldn’t give it to them. “You already know what’s coming, don’t you, маленький? Hail Hydra.“ The syringe sinked into your arm, and the bright room suddenly turned dark.

Only moments later the light came back and it felt like you were laying on something that was much softer than the metal seat. Birds were chirping and when you had opened your eyes, you saw that you were outside. Slowly sitting up, you run your hands over your face before taking in your surroundings. This was different from anything you had seen before. Did they let you go? Were you free? 

Stretching your legs, you slowly stood up before walking to the house in front of you. The door was opened, so getting in wasn’t hard. The house was your dreamhouse, the house that you had talked about to Steve. The two of you always talked about buying a house together, that way you had some privacy instead of living with all of your friends. After entering the house, you hear a song playing, a song that you recognized as one of the songs that Steve always played on the recordplayer that you had gotten him for Christmas last year. The interior of the house was definitely from the 40′s, it looked exactly like the pictures that Steve had showed you when the two of you looked through the old photoalbums. The song got louder as you walked through the house. 

Never thought that you would be

You had nothing to defend yourself with, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like this area was dangerous. You had ended up in the kitchen, the music even louder now. You turn to the right, your eyes landing onto the fireplace in the middle of the room. A livingroom. The recordplayer was set onto the table next to the fireplace. You could hear footsteps, making you take a step back into the kitchen. A tall, blonde man came out of the hallway, placing the sketchbook and the pencil that he was holding right next to the record player. The man in front of you was awfully familiar. 

Standing here so close to me

Your Steve. A big smile formed on your face, the pain that you had at Hydra totally washing away. You took small steps, ready to run into the livingroom to finally have him in your arms again. But, before you could take a step into the livingroom, something stopped you. You frowned, placing your hand in front of you, pressing it against the invisible wall that had formed between the kitchen and the room right next to it. You looked from your hand to Steve, and back to your hand. You pushed your shoulder against the invisible barrier, throwing your whole weight into it, trying to get through.

There’s so much I feel that I should say

The clicking of heels on tiles came from behind you and you turned around to see who it was. Peggy Carter, one of the founders of Shield, Captain America’s first love. With a small smile on her face she placed the groceries on the kitchentable, taking off her thin jacket and draping it over the chair. You could hear her humming along to the music, and for some reason, your eyes couldn’t leave her face. You had always admired her, she was a strong woman and you even had the chance to talk to her a few times. It seemed like no one saw you, it wasn’t like you were hidden. You just stood in the middle of the doorway, a confused look in your eyes as you tried to understand why you couldn’t enter the room.

But words can wait until some other day

Peggy straightened her skirt before walking to the doorway that you were standing in, walking right past you and towards Steve. She was able to walk through it.. Why couldn’t you? Your fist pounded on the invisible wall, trying to get Steve his attention. “Why, don’t you look incredible,” Peggy’s gentle voice rang through the room. Steve looked up from the sketchbook that he previously had picked up again and placed the pencil on the page before closing the book. He smiled brightly, his blue eyes lighting up like stars in a night sky. “Care for a dance?” He stood up, extending his hand out to her. Tears formed in your eyes as you knocked on the invisible wall, harder than before. He loved you, he told you that over and over. You never blamed him for still loving Peggy, she was an amazing woman. He had left her in the past, but he would not forget her, which you understood fully. You had been there for him when she passed away, going to the funeral to support him and to pay respects to the woman. He had always said that she was his love in his past, and you were his love till the end of time.

“Steve, please, it’s me!“

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

The love in their eyes was flowing through the room, sparkling bright while the tears in your eyes couldn’t help themselves from streaming down your face. Steve his arms were around her waist while Peggy had her arms over his shoulders, her hands resting on the back of his neck. Both had a smile on their face, staring into eachothers eyes while the sunshine was shining through the windows. Steve leaned down, resting his cheek on Peggy’s head and swaying from left to right. Your eyebrows furrowed, it looked like he was looking straight into your eyes. Your fist pounded on the wall again, desperate words leaving your mouth as you tried to get his attention. “Please, it’s me! I’m right here!” No matter how much you got beaten and hurt, nothing hurt more than seeing the man you love with someone else.

Then kiss me once again

“Y/N?“ Steve his arms left Peggy as he took slow steps towards you. You were frozen in your spot, wanting to run to him, but the barrier was still inbetween the two of you. “Y/N, wake up!“ A confused look in your eyes as you slightly tilt your head while looking at him. You were awake, weren’t you?

“Y/N, doll, please. We have to leave!”

You gasped for air, eyes wide open as you sit up straight. Instead of the warm room, you were back in the room at Hydra. Where was Steve? He finally saw you. “Babygirl, you have to calm down for me.” Your head whipped to the right, there he was. You shook your head, Steve in the Hydra room. This couldn’t end well. You pushed yourself closer to the chair and farther away from Steve. His eyebrows furrowed and a hurt look formed in his eyes. “Doll, we don’t have a lot of time, you really have to trust me now?”

His eyes were bright, no sign of danger and when you looked around, you didn’t see any Hydra soldiers, except for the one who was on the floor, unconcious. Your eyes met Steve his eyes again and before you could think about your actions, you had placed your hand in his. He immediately pulled you up, leaving the room and running through the hallways. “Stark, have the jet ready. We’re almost out.” At the exit you spot a small group, and Steve nodded to them. “How is she doing?” You heard a hushed voice, sounding a lot like Bucky. “I don’t know what they did, but it didn’t look good.”

Your eyes were fixed onto the sky which had turned all kinds of colors, painting a pretty picture. It had been a while since you had seen the sky, and right now, it was al you could be focussed on. Soon enough the group entered the jet, immediately starting it before Steve sat down, you on his lap while gripping his arm tightly. He wrapped the other one around you too, pressing a kiss on your forehead before burrying his face in your hair. 

“You’re safe, doll. I got you.”

“Where are we starting? The livingroom, maybe?“ The woman smiled before tightening her ponytail, taking one of the boxes, eager to start making the house their own. “I’ll start in my bedroom, is that okay?“ The girl picked up an arm full of boxes, walking up the stairs and checking the rooms before stopping in front of James’ bedroom which would now be hers.

“There we go.“

With a little bit of effort and balancing the boxes on her arm, Y/N opened the bedroom door. It was as if time stood still in this house. Obviously it got cleaned, but the interior was exactly the way how she imagined that it would have looked like. James knew all about what had changed in this room. The bed got replaced. He remembered exactly what the old bed looked like after he had passed, it was not a pretty sight.

 A huff escaped her lips as she looked around, a bookcase filled with books stood in the corner of the room with a big, comfortable looking chair right next to it. The color scheme was not entirely Y/N’s thing, that was for sure. Her favorite colors changed from time to time, some days being dark with black and a burgundy, other days pastel colors were a go-to. But, right now the room was a mix of brown shades. The plan for the family was to put all the old furniture and decorations in boxes to move it to the attic. They didn’t want to get rid of it yet, maybe they could use it in the future for their experiments. Well, experiments? Y/N’s parents loved hunting. Hunting ghosts, demons and spirits. Since she was a little girl she kind of got sucked into the whole world of the living and the dead, so a house filled with originals from the 40′s was a dream for them. Maybe a spirit was still attached to some of the objects, and her parents would definitely try to find out what or who would be.

Y/N herself wasn’t as focused on the whole thing. It was interesting and she had a small collection of books and some interesting objects, but she did not go out to find spirits. If they would find her , she would accept it, if not.. Then it’s fine, too. Something that she did like a lot were old photographs. A lot of them were ones that she found in a thrift store, going from single photographs to full photobooks. It was fascinating to inspect and collect the pictures. 

Around an hour and a half later most of the furniture was broken down and stored in the boxes, ready to be dragged and stored to the attic. Y/N chose to keep some things from the room, such as the books and the beautiful mirror that was on the wall. If that mirror truly was from the 40′s, then there would be a lot of memories stuck in it. Mirrors, very fascinating too.

“Y/N!“

James had sat down in the chair some time ago, hearing the mother stop in front of the door. After she had knocked, she entered the room, carrying some of the photo albums that used to be in the livingroom. “These were downstairs, do you want them? I flipped through them, look at this handsome man.” Y/N stood up, wiping her hands on her sweatpants before walking over to her mother, curiosity in her eyes. “He is quite handsome, don’t you think?” She had opened the book, pointing to one of the pictures in it. James recognized the album, so he stood up, curious to see who they had pointed to. “There are so many photos of him in here. I think he lived here before us.” James looked at the picture. It was one of his family together with Steve, he remembered that day quite well. They went out to dinner for Steve his birthday. Steve was at the Barnes house a lot, spending so much time with James that they were basically brothers at this point. 

“See, handsome!” The mother pointed to James again and James almost laughed. It was good to know that even after all the years, people still thought he was attractive. Quite a lot of girls fell for the man, at least, that was what he heard from Steve. ‘You’re a handsome man, Buck. Don’t be surprised!’ Steve would tell James after he would discover that a girl liked him. He never realised it, he thought the compliments were to be nice to him. Even though the girls were extremely nice, he didn’t feel a spark with most of them.

”Mom, I know now! Think about it though, is the age gap not a little too much,” Y/N jokingly said, flipping through the pages and looking at the portrait of the young male. “Oh, how old would he be now? Eighty? Ninety?“

 Ninety-two.

James would be ninety-two right now, with his ninety-third birthday only three months away. “See, a little too old, mom. But I do have to say that he is cute, yeah.“ The two looked at eachother before bursting out laughing. “Well, I took all the photo albums, they also left a lot of books behind so you can look through them if you want, otherwise we’ll move them up to the attic.“ 

James looked over Y/N’s shoulder as she flipped through the albums that her mom left behind. He had watched the girl with her mother. He missed his own parents. He missed his mother giving him a goodnight kiss before he went to bed, his father giving him advice on how to be a gentleman, sitting around the kitchen table and talking about the day during dinner. Talking about dinner, the smell of delicious smelling food grabbed Y/N’s attention. “Dinner is ready,” she hummed excitedly.

She had placed her mattress on the floor, a pile of pillows and blankets already messily thrown onto it. Setting up her bed would have to wait, Y/N would do it after dinner. She stood up, stretched her arms and left the room to go downstairs. “Jesus, it’s cold in here,” she mumbled, entering her bedroom and running to her mattress to take one of the blankets before exiting the bedroom again. James was left alone in his old room, staring out of the window. Years had passed and James saw a lot of differences outside, but those differences had now entered his own, old house. His room was basically unrecognizable without the old furniture, but maybe change was exactly what he needed. The last couple of years he had lived his life alone, clinging onto the memories he once had. He didn’t want to forget, but he did want to move on. 

In the meanwhile Y/N had entered the kitchen, the smell of the food flowing through the house. “Do we not have the heater on upstairs?” She draped her soft blanket over her chair before sitting down, it was a lot warmer downstairs. Her father looked up from the stove, furrowing his brows while placing the food onto the plates. “Hm, I think we actually do. Why?” Either Y/N was sick or the heating in her room had stopped working. “My room was freezing. Might have been me, though. I did have my window open.” 

“I will look at the heaters tomorrow, let’s set up our beds tonight and then sleep. We are going to work all day tomorrow!” The family of three settled down to eat, talking about plans for the next days. Mostly moving boxes and painting rooms, the kitchen still fully worked and was a very nice aesthetic to her parents. After dinner, the dishes got cleaned, dried and put back where they belong. Not that they had a place in this house before, but they were being put in their new place.

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“I don’t think you have to fix the heater.“ The room was not as cold as before, which was strange. She swore that it was freezing before, and nothing had changed. The window was still slightly open. It’s only a good thing, a thing that could be removed from the list of things that needed to be fixed. With the help from her father, the bed got set up and the mattress got placed on it. “Thanks dad!“ She yelled as he left the room, giving a thumbs up. 

After around ten minutes, Y/N had finished making her bed. Soft pillows and fuzzy blankets and some stuffed animals decorated the cozy bed. So, what to do now? All that was left was more unpacking, painting the walls and setting up her desk. She had watered the plants that she put on the windowsill, adding some more color to her room. Maybe she could explore the house, she had only seen her room, the kitchen and the living room. So, that was exactly what she did. Turning off the lights in her bedroom, she stepped out to the hallway that lead to the stairs. The attic was stacked with the boxes with one corner left empty. It would probably become a corner for her parents, a spot to set up their communication devices. 

After she had seen the attic, Y/N walked down to the lower level of the house, making a stop in the kitchen. After she had poured herself a glass of iced-tea, she made her way back to the hallway to go back to her bedroom.  But before she left, she noticed a door underneath the stairs, hidden away in a corner. Curiosity took over and with slow steps she made her way to the door. Taking out her phone, she turned on her flashlight before opening the door and entering the room. After a couple of seconds of looking for the lightswitch, she found it and turned it on. 

The room was a surprise. It was much bigger than she expected, and even more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. Two huge loungechairs sat next to a fireplace. A wooden desk together with a small stool, pieces of paper and pens left on it. Photographs, paintings and a huge mirror on the walls with a small, sparkly chandelier on the ceiling that lit up the room. A breathtaking sight. Y/N ran her fingers over the wooden desk, taking more steps into the room as she took everything in. “Is this what time travelling is like?” Standing in front of the mirror, she looked into it before inspecting the beautiful frame. Her fingers also ran over the frame, feeling the texture before looking back to her reflection, shock filling her eyes.

“Holy. Shit.“

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“Bucky? We have to leave for breakfast soon,” he said after he knocked on the bedroom door, taking a step back before waiting for an answer. After a minute, he still didn’t hear any sounds on the other side of the door. “James?“ He opened the door a tiny bit, shielding off the side of the room where he knew Dot had slept. He had known his friend for years, but Dot was almost a stranger to him, he didn’t want to be disrespectful. Steve took soft steps to James his bed, seeing that Dot wasn’t in the room. Maybe she had left with her friends already, she would have to get ready too. 

“Hey, Buck. Wake up.“

He shook James who seemed to be sleeping on his side. Steve couldn’t contain his shock when he pushed James on his back. A stabwound in his chest had stained the whole bed with blood, seeping into the mattress and spreading so far that the left side of James his face got stained too. His eyes still slightly open and his hands freezing cold. “Buck!” Steve shouted, shaking James even though he knew that he had passed already. Tears started pooling in his eyes, his best friend in his arms. His parents.. Steve jumped up, carefully closing James his eyes before taking tiny steps back. He couldn’t believe it. His best friend was gone. 

And thats how he told James’ parents. Running down the stairs and trying to contain his sobs as Winnifred looked at him with shock on her face. George had gone to work already, taking off the last hours of work to be with his son before his wedding, that would now never happen. He tightly embraced the, now crying, mother before letting his tears flow too.

No one knew how it happened. All that they knew was that this was a very emotional moment. Steve did everything he possibly could. He carried the coffin, sat with the parents through the whole process. He even fixed James his hair before he went into the coffin. “Steve, I really can not do it.” Winnifred had whispered, a tissue under her eyes to wipe away the tears. “I know it’s a lot to ask-” Steve put his hand on her shoulder with a small, teary-eyed smile on his face before nodding. He understood, and even though he was scared, he wanted to do it. Before Steve knew it, the funeral was over and he was left alone in the big room, which was filled with people only a couple of minutes ago. He stood up from his chair which was in the front row, walking to the coffin before putting his hand on it.

“I’m with you till the end of the line, pal.“

James didn’t know how he got here. One moment he was feeling burning, a lot of pain and bright lights. The next moment he was standing in his room, a neat suit on instead of the pajamas he wore before going to bed. He recognized the suit, it was the one he was supposed to wear for his wedding. His wedding, had he missed it? He ran downstairs, hoping to see his mother or father waiting for him. But, when James reached the end of the stairs, all he saw was dust floating around. This was strange, his mother was always a very clean person, cleaning and making the house as spotless as possible. “Mother? Father? Steve? Where are you?” His voice raspy but soft, ringing through the silent house. He opened the curtains in the living room, but right after that he regretted his decision.

A ‘for sale’ sign in his front yard. Was this a joke? No, no one would do this. Wintervale was a place of peace, of love, and this was quite a rude joke in his eyes. As fast as he could, he ran to the front door, ready to take the ‘for sale’ sign out of the ground. But, before he even reached the outside, he just stood in his room again. What was wrong with him, he was about to go outside, wasn’t he? After hours of trying to leave the house, he realized that it didn’t work. Nothing worked. 

That is the life that he started to become familiar with.

James realized that his old life was in the past. He didn’t age anymore and he couldn’t seem to get hurt, no matter what he did. He couldn’t leave the house, so instead, he spend a lot of time watching through the windows. Walking around the house and trying to remember everything that had happened in here. James also did not have any concept of time anymore. Did hours pass? Did years pass? He had no clue. All he knew was that he was stuck and he couldn’t get out.

So, it was quite surprising to him when he saw a strange looking car stop in front of the house. Well.. strange? He wasn’t used to seeing them so differently. And then, another one. A man, woman and girl came out of the second car, while a nicely dressed woman got out of the first. She was holding a clipboard and a pen, shaking the hands of the other people as they met. James could faintly hear them talk, and for some reason that made him excited. His house was silent except for the records that he sometimes played, but these voices were new. The front door opened and the group entered the house. James walked down the stairs, careful not to make any loud noises. “So, this house was built in the 1920′s,” the woman started her story, making her way through the house and telling the group about the house and interior. They seemed to love it, looking around and they even seemed to love the old style of interior. Well, to James it wasn’t that old. It was quite a contrast to see the interior with the people. He noticed the difference in the hair, clothing and even in the way how they talked. It was different from the 40′s, that was for sure. Soon, they had finished the tour of the whole house.

“There is one thing that we do have to inform all of you about,“ the woman said, her brows furrowing as she took out a page from the clipboard. “Indeed, it is a wonderful house, but it comes with a history, too.“ ‘This is going to get exciting’, James thought. All of them sat down at the kitchen table, which gave James the opportunity to watch all of them. It had been a long time since he was this close to other humans, it was a fascinating thing to see. “Along with a lot of beautiful history, there also is some sadness. In 1947.. there was a death in the house.“ James read the paper that was on the clipboard, seeing that it was an agreement to buy the house. “A tragic one, really. Quite a young man. His parents could not bare to live here anymore, and even though it hurt, they left to live with their daughter.“ James his head snapped up after he heard her mentioning his parents.

That is why he couldn’t find them. He moved closer to the woman, shock on his face. He couldn’t blame them, he did not know what had happened to him, but the only thing he could do was understand their choice. “Losing a son is not an easy thing, but from what I know, they have lived a wonderful life.” Hearing that, made a weight lift from James his shoulders. All these years passed by and he always wondered about his parents, his family and friends. After some time he came to the conclusion that they had passed away. It hurts, it will always hurt, but at least now he knew. It was some kind of closure.

“The boy, he just passed away?“

James looked at the girl, saying who said her first sentence since she entered the house. “I read about it. He was quite young,” she said, looking around the room. James swore that at one moment she stared right into his eyes. “It’s a sad thing. Couldn’t imagine that happening to someone that young.” The woman smiled nervously, clasping her hands together. “Sadly, he did not pass away naturally. The case still hasn’t been solved in all this time, but his best friend had found him the morning after his death.They believed that it was a murdercase.” Steve. James could not believe all the new information that he discovered in these couple of minutes. Steve. He missed him, he faintly remembered that they would meet up before the wedding. How old would he be now? He didn’t even know which year it was. Looking at the paper, he spots it. January 2019. Had that much time passed already? “I will leave you to talk, if you need me, I will be waiting in the living room.” Would they not want to buy the house after they heard about the murder? 

“It’s a beautiful house and I am not getting a bad vibe from this place,“ the older woman then says, reading through the papers. “At least, nothing evil.“ She chuckled and then hands the papers to the man sitting next to her. “You know, I actually love this interior,“ the young girl said. James had noticed, in every room she took in all the details. He appreciated it, he has always been proud of his house. “We have to take it,” the man looked at the other two. “It is beautiful, there is nothing wrong with it. It’s a perfect town, we would be dumb if we didn’t do it.“ And so, it was decided.

“Riches aren’t everything,“ was a rule that the children learned early on. The Barnes family was one of the wealthy families in town, but they never showed it off. James and Rebecca had a childhood that you could only dream off, filled with unlimited amounts of candies and toys, and even though the family possessed a large sum of money, the stereotypes about rich families did not apply to them. Instead of being snobby and rude, they were caring and loving, treating everyone with equal respect. They loved caring for other people, helping out wherever they could. Love for people and family.

With such a small town like Wintervale, it wasn’t strange to see others as family. Even though every family was different, they had one thing in common. Every parent wanted the best for their children, to see them grow up, become successful and independent. To see them start their own family after becoming an excellent husband or wife, ready to raise children of their own. That is why marrying was a big topic in every conversation wherever you would go. This is what the Barnes parents wanted for their son. His sister had moved out already, living with her husband and caring for her two daughters. It was what James wanted, too. After all, he felt like he was old enough, already.

After talking about it with his parents, they agreed. They didn’t want to see their youngest child leave, but they knew that he wanted to care of a family of his own. ‘Delores Barnham’, also known as Dot, was a name that immediately came to Winnifreds mind. She was the daughter of one of her friends, the age of Dot and James not being far apart. After a conversation about the topic, Dot and her parents agreed to meet James. James loved being with his parents, but he wanted to become independent by moving out. The couple would be able to meet and get to know eachother, seeing if they would have a connection before thinking about the wedding.

The first time that they met, it seemed to go great. Both families met up for dinner, talking about their future plans and other topics. After a couple more dinners, James his mother got an answer from Dot her parents. “She wants to do it! She loves him dearly, it was an immediate connection!” Life couldn’t be better for James. As the weeks passed by, more emotions came to the surface for the two of them. In the short amount of time, James fell deeply in love with Dot and he could not stop thinking about what their future would look like. The wedding, their house. Would they get pets? He hoped so, James loved cats. Days and weeks passed and before they knew it, it was the day before the wedding. Dot suggested an idea, she could sleep over at the house to spend the last night with her fiancé. After a quick conversation, the parents agreed, but the two were not allowed to share the bed. After all, they weren’t married yet. An extra bed got set up in James his room, ready for Dot to sleep in. 

Later in the evening James hugged his parents goodbye, an excited smile on his face. He couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring. After walking up the stairs with the love of his life, he slips into the bathroom, washing his face and changing into his pajamas. A couple of minutes later James enters the bedroom, sitting down on his bed as Dot walks to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

“Are you excited for tomorrow?“ James whispered once she came back, careful not to wake his parents. He noticed that Dot became a bit more distant in the last couple of days, maybe she was just nervous, which was very understandable. But they were in love, weren’t they? He takes her much smaller hand into his, smiling brightly. Even though it was dark in the room, you could still see the shimmer in his eyes. Dot just gives him a tight smile before nodding, taking back her hand before laying down on her own bed. “Quite. Goodnight, James.“ Not much after that the boy fell asleep, leaving the girl looking up at the dark ceiling. Her eyes fell on the suitcase laying at the end of her bed. Slowly and as soundlessly as she possibly could, Dot made her way to the suitcase. With trembling hands she opened it, pushing away the clothing on top to reveal a dagger. 

Taking it in her hands, Dot took light footsteps to the bed on the other side of the room. Standing over the sleeping boy, the thoughts ran through her head. What would her future look like after this? She could hide, run away, be free and most importantly; she wouldn’t have to get married. Was she really prepared to take someone’s life to live her own?

One second passed before she made the decision. The dagger slowly made its way to the body of the sleeping James, before it got taken back. Second thoughts? No. Dot held the dagger high above her head before pushing it down, the dagger buried in the chest of the male. James his eyes were wide open as he gasped for air. The burning in his chest became stronger and more painful. The last things he could see was Dot with an emotionless face. 

12:04am, June 8th, 1947. Forever stuck on the day of his wedding.

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This is a story that is actually for my original characters, James William Kenneth, Nancy Jane Barnham and Jazmyne Hoover. In this story you will be the character of Jazmyne Hoover, written as Y/N.  This is an AU, not everything will be true to the MCU Bucky. I am writing this story to develop my original characters and the storyline.

I do not own the characters in this story unless stated otherwise. The storyline from the story "James B. Barnes” is copyright 2019, all rights reserved.