( This story has nothing to do with the movies and includes nothing to do with powers or super soldiers. )
Y/N L/N was taken at a young age by Alexander Pierce and forced to join the notorious Gang: Hydra. You were brainwashed until the age of eight...
I had gone to the store a couple weeks ago but had forgotten a few things, Steve offered to come with and then come to Bucky's art Gallery. He also offered to stay with me at my house.
I was walking with my list while Steve pushed the cart, "Okay....I forgot some ingredients to my homemade stuffing. This isle." I point. We walk down the isle and I pick everything out. "This is great by the way...our first time grocery shopping."
"I'm having fun watching you." He smiles, leaning over to kiss me.
We stop as an old lady scoffs beside us, we pull apart to see her giving us a dirty look. She shakes her head and walks off. Steve and I turn back to each other, both laughing loudly.
"Alright I need a few things for myself." I nod, walking to the freezers and taking out a tub of ice cream. I turn to see Steve was giving me a funny look. "What?"
"Nothing...you are just amazing." He smiles as I toss him the ice cream.
I finish up and lead us to the checkout. I get my wallet and look up as the girl ringing my stuff up was more interested in Steve. "Your a lawyer right? My dad was your client a couple months ago." She smiles. "He said you were so amazing." She giggles and bites her lip.
"I am a lawyer." Steve nods, keeping his hands in his pockets.
After awhile of her flirting, I angrily slide my card and sign my name. "Anyway could I get your number just in case I need a lawyer?" She twirls her hair.
I grab the cart and walk away angrily, not wanting to hear another word. As I get my stuff loaded into my car, Steve runs out. "Y/N!"
"Oh your back. I thought you were still flirting with that girl." I nod, shutting the back of my car.
As I go to leave, Steve grabs my arm and pulls me back. "I was not flirting. What else do I have to do to get you to understand...your the only woman I want."
"I'm sorry...I just don't want to lose you. I'm just possessive over my man." I slide my hands up his arms.
"I don't want anyone else...your my girl." He smiles and kisses my cheek.
"Sorry....I'm sorry."
"Stop saying sorry and kiss me." He chuckles.
"Yes, sir." I lean up and kiss him.
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After getting the grocery's home, Steve and I got ready and took a long walk down to the gallery. I kept my hand on his arm as we walked around and admired the art. We still hadn't seen Bucky.
I sip my champagne and admire an oil painting of a lake. "That's beautiful." I smile.
"I like this one too." Steve points at another piece.
"Steve! Y/N!" We turn to see Sam. "I'm so happy to see you guys."
"Hey Buddy." They embrace.
"Hi Sam." I smile as he hugs me and kisses my cheek.
"I'm very underdressed...just got off work." He chuckles.
"Where do you work?"
"I work with the police. nice desk job that deals with cases." He nods.
I smile and look around, my eyes catch a familiar drawing. "I'll be right back..." I walk behind a spiral staircase and to the back of the room. On the wall was one of my many drawings of Steve in a frame. "How the fuck-"
"There she is!" I grind my teeth as Bucky comes up and puts an arm around me.
"How is this here?"
"What? Oh I don't know. Someone submitted it." He shrugs.
I throw his arm off of me, "Don't fucking lie to me. Did you take this from my room?" I ask angrily.
"Yes...at the party, every bathroom was filled so I used the one in your room. I was curious to see if you were drawing again."
"James, you know how I feel about my art. How dare you take this." I raise my voice.
"Y/N it's beautiful! I had to involve it here-"
I cut him off by throwing my champagne in his face. "Your a terrible friend. You know I don't feel comfortable showing my art. Steve doesn't even know I did this!" I yell, causing others to look at us.
"Y/N-"
"Im taking this back. Since you fucking stole it!" I grab it off the wall and hold it against me, rushing past others.
Steve runs up to me as I get outside. "Hey what's going on?"
"Bucky stole my drawing. I'm going home. If you want to stay, go ahead." I look away.
"No I'll come with you." He holds my hand and walks with me. "Can I ask why you are so upset about it?"
"When I used to draw...I was verbally and physically abused when it wasn't good enough. I was told I would never make it as a ballerina or artist. Even the other kids made fun of me. I've permanently been very self conscious about my art. And...it's of you." I stop.
"Can...I see?"
I turn the Frame and hand it to him. "I drew it while you were reading." I sigh.
"I love it Y/N...can I keep it?" His eyes light up.
"Of course."
Suddenly Steve and I are pushed down, I look up to see two men dressed in all black with knives. Steve goes to get up but I push him back, flipping up and kicking one mans stomach.
I duck down as the other tries to stab me. I grab his wrist and snap it, causing him to scream out as I punch him down. I flip back as the other gets up and tries to stab my stomach. I spin and kick the knife out of his hand, grabbing his face and slamming it on my knee. I kick his knee and slam him on the ground. I quickly kneel down and raise the sleeve on one of their right arms.
A Hydra tattoo.
"Y/N!" Steve pulls me back. "How the hell did you do that?"
"I had to take self defense classes when I was younger...come on we need to leave."
"We should call the cops." He shakes his head.
"No...they are just pathetic thieves...it doesn't matter. Come on." I pull him with me.
I need to speed this plan up...I can't get Steve hurt.
