"I thought you were bringing a solider, not a songbird."
"I hit one high note and I could kill you both, you know that right?"
━Bucky Barnes x OC, slight Zemo x OC
━Before/during TFATWS
━Loosely based on the broadway musical "Anastasia"
✧･ﾟ* CHAPTER TWO In My Dreams (Season 1, episode 1)
"You don't know what it's like, Not to know who you are"
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THE LIBRARY WAS A SECOND HOME FOR ANYA AT THIS POINT.
It was the only place Grayson let her go alone. It was exactly two blocks over from the apartment building, about 467 steps. Being the only escape she had from going crazy in her room, Anya went every chance she got. She used this time to catch up on everything she had missed while being locked up and while she was taken in the blip. World events, politics, social norms, trends, you get the picture.
So much had happened, so much she missed out on. Anya wished she had led a normal life all these years. A life where she wouldn't have to study up on over a decade of events.
Anya couldn't help but look up Bucky's name when she sat at the library's computers. Information on his pardon came up but something else caught her eye. A link to the Smithsonian museum? She clicked on it.
"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country."
There was a picture of Bucky looking much... happier than she had seen him before. Beside him was Captain America himself, Steve Rogers. Anya certainly knew who he was. But she didn't know they were friends. Interesting.
The library was quiet and peaceful. Quiet was something she never got used to. She often thought back to her cell where music would play every hour of every day. She used to think it was tortue. But in reality, it was conditioning. It was teaching. Given her abilities, they wanted her to learn songs, melodies, harmonies, train her voice to emulate the songs they played for her. To grow her power.
So a place this quiet was the strangest sensation. She could never stay for too long, only a few hours at a time. Anya would start to get antsy, she needed noise. It was just habit.
With two new books in her tote bag, Anya made her way over the two blocks back to the apartment. The sun was setting over the tops of buildings and the streets were still busy. After being alone for so long, walking through a crowd gave Anya a boost of energy every time.
She sang softly to herself in the elevator back up to her apartment, making her phone float up and down in her hand. She stopped when the elevator doors opened and stepped out.
Sitting outside his apartment door was Bucky. His back was against the door as he looked down at his phone.
About a week had passed since she had seen him last. Grayson had told her to avoid him at all costs. But that was hard to do when he was right in front of her. He looked up when he heard Anya's footsteps and gave her a polite smile.
