Winter

I guess you could say I was rasied a strange way. With Uncle Steve living next door, with Aunt Sharon. And Tony always giving me a tune up here and there. And of course, Uncle Clint and his wife and children. None of them were actually my relatives. But when both of your parents are recovering assassins, you really don't have any relatives.

People give me and my dad strange looks. It is probably because of his metal arm. And mine also. I was only born with one arm, so my younger years I only had my right arm. Then Tony volunteered to make me a prosthetic, a permanent one. Just like my dad's. Well, almost. Mine was more feminine looking, and when I grew, it would grow also. But being the daddy's girl I was, I got it exactly like him. The red star and everything.

My hair used to be a brown red. Then as I grew older, it turned dark brown. I know why I was named Winter Natalia Barnes. It was because my father, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, was called the Winter Soldier. And my mother, Natalia "Natasha" Alianovna Romanova, was called Black Widow.

Now, Steve and Sharon had a kid the same year my parents had me. He was born with the same health maladies as Uncle Steve was. Then Steve got injected with the super soldier serum, and boom. But his son, James Carter Rodgers, was still small and weak. James was my best friend, mostly because Steve and my dad liked to talk to each other a lot.

My mother was, unlike many might think, very kind, compassionate, and always told the truth to me. When I asked her what she used to do, she told me everything. I always new I grew up with extraordinary individuals. When I was little, Uncle Steve used to tell James and I stories about the Avengers, and how aliens, called the Chitauri, rained down and attacked New York. They were lead by the deceiving Loki, Thor's adopted brother.

Aunt Sharon was like a second mom to me. We would have girls nights with Aunt Sharon, and my mom. We would go to the arcade, and play laser tag, and Sharon and Natasha would always win. (Except when my dad was playing. We would always team up with Steve too, even though he was bad at shooting.)

When I turned thirteen, a kid at school had the dumb idea to bully James. I walked right up to him and socked him with my super arm in the jaw. Of course his jaw broke, but my dad just laughed and my mom scowled me. I was expelled from school, and so was James. So we had to go to a different school.

Then when I was fifteen, my PE teacher got mad at James because he couldn't do as many push ups, or he couldn't run as fast as the other kids. I walked up to him, clutching my metal fist and then saying very calmly, "You make fun of my friend one more time, and I will make sure you are ten feet under."

Let's just say he quit the next week.

Then this year, my senior year of high school, James got in a fight with my ex. My old boyfriend was secretly in a relationship with another girl, so I dumped him. Then came a month of crying, and James bringing over ice cream and movies for me. Then when James saw him one day, he tackled him and began to punch him. But RJ, my ex-boyfriend, easily overpowered him. James came home with a broken nose and black eye. He was a good friend.

Now I am eighteen, and I have graduated high school. James and I have been preparing for our lives away from our parents. We both want to join the military, but we both know that would be unrealistic. We decided to both go to college. That all changed when my dad got a phone call in the middle of the night on June 23.