"Heydad," I walked up to the picture of Bucky in the museum. "How are you?" I askedeven though I knew he wouldn't answer, "Today was a good week. I caught somebad people. Locked them up. Like you I guess. Catching the bad people. Steveshowed me some pictures this week. Of you and him... I miss you." "Y/N? Whatare you doing here. You should be at home," I heard a voice behind me and sawTony. "Great! A stalker," I smirked. "I told you to train every Saturday," Tonywalked so he was in front of me. "And I told you I had to visit my dad." "Howabout you come home and we will put on the war documentary that you like?" Tonysuggested. "Can you give me one minute?" I put up my finger. "Ye!" Tony noddedand walked away to leave. "Steve says hi," I turned back to the picture. "Takethis," It was a really small picture of Bucky. I picked the lock on the picturebooth and opened it. I put the photo In and locked it again. "Love you dad," Ismiled and left.
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Scrapped stories
FanfictionThis is a story where every part is a new scrapped story. These aren't long and are just story beginnings. If you want me to continue any of these stories let me know and I will try my best to make them better. Feel free to continue it yourself
