Since 1945. (Marvel 'Winter Soldier' Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

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"No, I would completely ship Stucky if I thought Steve and Bucky were anything more than friends— I just don't see it," Anna laughed, hiking her backpack further up on her shoulder. 

"How can you not see it!? They're meant for each other!" Carl shot back, voice rising to an earsplitting whine. She could almost see his eyebrows hiking up into the vicinity of his hair line. 

"Not that you'd be biased..." Anna laughed, clutching the stitch in her side as she heard Carl's boyfriend Luke (an uncanny lookalike of Chris Evans) jabbering away in the background. Pushing a lock of just-darker-than-dark-chocolate hair behind her ear, she yawned into the phone, shoulders slumping in relief as her apartment complex came into view. 

"They're perfect for one another. That's all I have to say on the matter," Carl sniffed from the other end, obviously disgruntled. Anna chuckled, closing her eyes and running a hand down her face. Of course she was blessed with the most stubborn friend in the universe. 

"Well, slight change in subject, I think I like Starbucks better as a brotp name—" Anna said, opening her eyes, when her voice abruptly cut off with a startled squeak. This...this wasn't Bakers street. Slowly, Anna turned in a circle, taking in the marble floors, the stainless steel appliances, and the giant marble island that had sandwich supplies scattered across the top. She was in...a kitchen. Her phone hummed in her ear, the dial tone the only thing seeming to ground her to reality. 

The kitchen looked out over a grand living room, filled with a few couches and a heinously large flat screen. And beyond that was what looked like a...bar? "But...I was...my apartment...and now...kitchen...huh." Snapping her phone closed and placing it in her jeans pocket, Anna reached up and rubbed her eyes, convinced she'd finally snapped and gone psychotic. 

Shuffling around the other side of the island, she peered around cautiously, spotting a hallway just to the left of the fridge. Gripping the straps of her backpack in a white knuckled grip, she edged out of the kitchen completely, walking hesitantly into the living room. 

She was sorely tempted to yell out a hello, but she was in too much shock to do any more than look around in a muted awe. Her emerald eyes darted to the amazing set of windows that made up the entire left wall. Suddenly, something clicked within her and she realized the layout looked a tad familiar...

"What the hell!?" 

Anna shrieked, spinning around at a break neck speed towards the hallway she'd spotted earlier. She got a glimpse of a mans face before the momentum from her backpack sent her to the floor in the flurry of flushed, freaked-the-hell-out college student. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Anna sat bolt upright scooting herself behind the couch and peaking over its back— only to come nose to nose with a pistol. "Don't shoot me!" she cried, cowering behind her bag like a frightened turtle. Her heart pounded a hard, uneven tempo against her ribs. 

"Barnes, who is that?" a voice called out, and the familiarity had Anna reeling. "It couldn't be...unless I'm hallucinating..." she thought, debating on whether to laugh or break into a round of hysterics. 

"I don't know," a second voice snapped, before her bag was tossed aside, leaving her completely vulnerable to potential gunfire. But that's not what made her throat run dry; made her eyes almost bug out of their sockets. 

"Sebastian Stan?" she gasped, in complete disbelief. He still had the Winter Soldier hair style going, but his costume was gone, replaced with a black t-shirt and sweats. He looked just as he had during comic con the week before. Except for the freaking metal arm. Anna's disbelief quickly turned into worry before morphing into panic when the gun didn't drop and there was absolutely no recognition of that name in his eyes. Welp, now she knew how Steve felt. 

"My name's not Sebastian," the supposed Bucky Barnes bit out, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Holy shit," Anna swore, before passing out.