Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-

What If they met at the Banquet?

*1939*

**Third Person POV**

"Trace darling, are you almost ready? We can't be late." Mary Adams, Trace's mother, called up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" 19 year old Trace called back, as she finished snapping her last shoe strap into place. Her black heels clicked as she rushed out of her room, and done the stairs, where her family was waiting.

Mary Adams stood at the bottom of the stairs in a silver silk gown, that draped over her body in a graceful manner. The older woman's brown hair was up in a curly do, pinned in too many places to count. Her lips were coated in a bright red, which brightened when she smiled.

Governor Robert Adams was beside his wife, looking at a golden pocket watch impatiently. He was wearing a black suit, with a short top hat to add to his appearance. He was a shorter, stumpy man, with a peppered beard. His hair was black on his head, and his eyes were a tired grey colour. Though despite his tired and anxious expression, Trace knew him to be rather happy and relaxed most of the time.

Closer to the front door, was Trace's older brother, David Adams. He was staring at his shoes, looking incredibly bored. He was wearing an outfit identical to his fathers, though instead of a white handkerchief in his breast pocket, he had a small flower. David had their mothers green eyes, which sparkled brightly against his dark attire.

"Hurry Trace, we need to go." Governor Adams said, ushering his daughter towards the front door. Trace was wearing a deep red velvet dress which complimented her figure. The top bagged, and dipped down in a natural baggy look, with strapped sleeves. The dress itself hugged her waist, before hugging her hips and fanning out slightly, concealing her legs.

"Sorry." Trace muttered as the family walked outside to the waiting car.

"Might be late for your own party father." David teased, opening the back door for his mother and sister.

"I mustn't be surprised." Governor Adams sighed, glancing at his pocket watch again. "Your sister is never on time." He sighed, ducking into the car after Trace.

"I try to be." Trace defended, as her brother climbed in, closing the door behind him. "I blame these stupid shoes." She added, lifting her dress so the others could see the black strapped heels she wore. "They're so hard to get on."

"You'll get used to it dear. Women's shoes are always hard to get on." Mary said in a soft voice. Trace groaned.

"You better not behave like this once we get to the banquet." David chuckled. "Mother and father will have your neck if you do." He added. Trace rolled her eyes, leaning forward to see her brother better.

"You know I don't behave like this when we're at banquets." She defended, he chuckled again.

"For the first half hour maybe."

"You try and dance with men twice your age who want to talk about politics for an entire night without misbehaving." She shot at him, he laughed again.

"I dance with older women who pinch my cheeks and tell me their daughters would be perfect for me." He returned.

"Tonight will be different." Governor Adams assured his children, hardly phased by their banter. "We're meeting all sorts of people, as everyone in Brooklyn was invited. This isn't one of those political banquets we normally attend." He explained further.

"Besides the fact this is about you being voted as the new governor." David muttered, rolling his eyes. Trace chuckled this time.

"What your father means." Mary cut in. "Is there will be people your ages there tonight, and more then just a handful of other children in your position." She explained.