𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢.
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜.
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DECEMBER 24 1990
- HOWARD STARK'S POV
Y/n being back home from Asgard has probably been the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten. I didn't think I would miss her as much as I have since she left. Maybe its because we've been nearly inseparable since the forties, or maybe it's because we rely on each other for nearly everything. Either way she's family, and my best friend. But the best part is that she's Maria's and Tony's best friend too. It helps me sleep at night knowing that when Maria and I are gone one day, Tony will have her. I just hope they stay close.
I lower myself on the couch with a groan from the pain in my hip.
"Easy there Grandpa." Y/n jokes making the rest of the room chuckle.
"Hah, Hah. Funny." I say rolling my eyes, but smiling at the girl. I sure missed her but I didn't miss her sarcasm. Who am I kidding, I did.
We put on a classic Christmas movie as the four of us watch along with Y/n's friends from work. It felt like nothing could ruin this perfect moment. My family felt whole again, and nothing felt better than seeing the excitement in Tony's eyes when he saw Y/n for the first time.
The snow fell outside the window, and the only light in the room came from the tv and the fireplace on the other side of the room. The flames filled the room with a gentle scent of smoke, and the aroma of the Christmas tree in the corner complimented it perfectly. It felt as if life couldn't possibly get more perfect.
A nock at the door snaps me from my thoughts as I turn towards Maria. She shrugs before I put my hands on my knees pushing myself up off the couch.
I get a weird feeling in my stomach so I motion for Y/n to come with me. I flip the switch turning the porch light on before opening the door only slightly. A large man, dressed in all black stands at the door staring at me with an intense look. His long dark hair blows in the wind while he continues to look at me without a word. I couldn't piece it together at first but I knew the man from somewhere. And when it hits me, my breath hitches. Its Bucky Barnes.
He moves his arm bringing my attention away from his gaze, but what I see makes my stomach churn and my heart skip a beat. His arm isn't flesh and bone, but instead its a silver, reflective metal. I watch as the metal hand grabs onto the gun in this belt and pulls it from the holster. He brings the gun up aiming it right at me.
"Stark... who's there?"
His intense stare drops into a terrified look at the sound of her voice. He hesitates, but he puts the gun back in his holder before taking off away from the house. I shut the door, locking the bolt without a word.
She looks at me seriously. "Stark-"
"Who's ready for another movie?" I interrupt enthusiastically.
I sit back on the couch as Maria and Tony begin discussing their idea for the next movie but knowing Y/n, she wasn't going to let this go.
Who was there Stark? She asks in my head.
I take a moment to respond. I knew for a fact that was Bucky, but theres no way he could still be alive and have not aged a bit. I tried to convince myself that it was just someone who happened to look a lot like him, but the way he reacted when he heard her voice made it perfectly clear. Bucky is alive. And he is working for Hydra.
I turn to look at her and give her a shrug. Just a man with dark hair. I don't know... I didn't recognize him.
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