His Doll (Bucky Barnes x OC) (1/2)

Chapter 4

Stacy and Bucky had both woken up really early the morning of Steve's 18th birthday to finish preparing.

As soon as he woke up Bucky began to make Steve's favorite breakfast: pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Stacy was preparing for things that were to happen later in the day. She was wrapping his present and baking a cake, something she has never done before

Stacy bought him a compass and made him a chocolate cake.

By 2pm the three were out of their apartments and on their way to the fair.

Upon arriving, the three ran to the ticket booth.

Even if they were eighteen, being at the carnival made them feel like kids again. Running around, riding the rides, playing games, eating food until they couldn't eat anymore, and laughing until they cried.

When night fell, they went to find a spot to watch the fireworks.

The three of them watched in awe as they light up the night sky.

Stacy had sat in between her two friends. She noticed and pointed out every color the fireworks would have, and how the children would run around laughing, sparklers in hand, but not even she noticed that Bucky had been inching closer to her as the night went on.

Upon arriving home, the three had said their goodnights, and Stacy had wished Steve a happy birthday one more before giving them both a quick hug and going inside.

Stacy had just locked her front door when she realized something was off. Grabbing the knife she had hidden underneath the table next to her.

"I know you're here." She called out into her dark apartment.

"I know." They answered.

She recognized the voice, Alina, another widow.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

"They asked me to deliver a message." She paused before she continued. "A new group is on the rise. Or at least will be in the next few years."

"And what is this group to be called?"

"Hydra. It has been decided that our forces should be combined. Hydra needs help finding someone. Someone they will call the Winter Soldier."

"And what does that have to do with me exactly?"

"They want you to find him."

"Why me?"

"Their sources show that you have or will soon come into contact with him, who ever he may be."

"And what would happen if I did find this person?"

"That was the only thing that was not disclosed to me, they said that when the time comes you will find out."

"How long do I have?"

"As long as it takes." And with that she was gone. Left out the window she came through. Never to be heard from again.

Stacy went to bed that night with an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was just another mission right. There was no way that the person they were looking for was someone she knew. Right?

That night she had a dream. A dream about a fight. A fight with someone who felt familiar, but she didn't know who they were. A fight with someone who had a metal arm, that she knew. A fight in which she had almost died.

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A/N: First update since September. Finally had enough motivation to write.