The Tape

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A/N: Since everyone has established that there was seggs tape between Bucky and Catherine, many of you have questions as to what happened to that tape. I thought I would write a little light hearted one shot about what happened to it. Enjoy.

Hannah Barnes was a naturally curious child. From the time she was very young she had a habit of getting into things she probably shouldn't have. Her mother had evidently been the same way. She asked too many question. Poked her nose in places where it probably didn't belong, but it was a quality Hannah admired in her mom. However, not to her dad. Her dad always said it was a miracle that her mom hadn't been killed years and years ago.

Life was difficult when you were fifteen. You weren't necessarily a child anymore, but you weren't an adult. Hannah had her learners permit, but she couldn't drive anywhere without one of her parents. Her older brother, Will, was away one some deployment with the Army and her younger sister, Winnie was with her friends. Her mom was at work and her dad was more than likely with her Uncle Sam doing what old men did.

It was her last summer of true freedom and no responsibilities as her father put it. When she turned sixteen, she would have to get a part time job. Hannah didn't quite understand why she needed to get a job. Her family, while they kept it to themselves, had money. It always made her wonder why her mom worked when she didn't need too. She would ask her dad 'why' a hundred times, but he always shook his head and said she wouldn't understand.

There was one thing that Hannah didn't exactly enjoy about her parents; how secretive they were. She knew they had their reasons, but sometimes she wished that they would trust their children with those secrets. She was sure Will most likely knew everything there was to know. Maybe. When she would ask the answer would always be 'to protect you.' Protect them from what?

She knew her father was the Winter Soldier. She knew her mother had been kidnapped by Hydra and raised to be an assassin. She obviously knew about them being Avengers. It's not like she could escape the fact that they were heroes. A whole damn textbook had been created about the Avengers that had been ingrained into her since she was a child. There was nothing more awkward than learning about your family's history surrounded by your classmates.

Being smart and having good computer skills was something Hannah had inherited from her Uncle Tony. Out of the three of her siblings, she was more than likely the smartest. It wasn't something they debated though. She supposed those skills would serve her well one day, she just didn't know how. She knew she needed to start weighing her options for what she wanted to do with her life once she graduated high school.

The laptop sat on her desk with its gleaming, dark screen as if it were teasing her to take a peek into her parent's lives before she came along. She sat on the edge of her bed, biting her bottom lip. Five minutes. All she needed was the ability to look through some files for five minutes. She just needed to know what they were hiding from her. She was alone. The perfect opportunity had arrived.

Her laptop was one of her mom's old work ones which meant the SHIELD database was still available. Her fingertips hovered over the keys, wondering if she should indeed hack into the program to extract the information she wanted. She would be quick. No one would know. Right? She pressed down on the first key and from there she couldn't stop. It only took her a few minutes to actually login into the program.

Actually finding her parents' files would be a different story. Her mother was the Director of SHIELD which meant that her's was probably the most protected file. Hundreds of files appeared in front of her. Various missions her mom had been on, papers she had signed, thousands of photos. Her blood type. Weight. Height. Her family. Everything about her mom was in front of her. However, nothing was sticking out to her.

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