It doesn't take much to convince Briar Barnes, Bucky's little sister, to work as a World War Two nurse and undergo an cell-altering experiment in order to stay with her brother and their shared best friend, Steve Rodgers, the only two people to ever...
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"Here you are! I couldn't find you guys," Steve yells coming up behind Bucky and I.
"Steve!" I laugh, throwing my arms around his neck, "I was starting to get worried."
"I told you not to worry, Doll," Bucky smiles at me, patting Steve on the back.
We must look odd together. The inseparable three. The six foot, muscular, brown-haired man, the type all the women like, then the short, scrawny, blond man who can't run for more than a minute due to his Asthma, and the tall one's little sister. The girl who barely reaches five foot. The girl who looks just like her brother, but softer and gentler, without a straight line on her body, unlike her brother who is made exclusively of sharp lines.
"What'd you want to check out first?" Buck asks the two of us.
"Well, you've been talking about the Stark Expo," I say, looking around the bustling stands of the 1943 World Fair.
We make our way — my brother rather giddily — over to Stark's stage and watch his car flying.
"How did they even figure that out? I mean, it hasn't even been that long that we've had cars and they're already flying!"
I love watching my brother's wonder. There isn't much that fazes him any more, not much that makes his eyes go wide in amazement.
Steve leans over to whisper in my ear, "I have to talk to you. Without Bucky."
I nod and the next thing I know, he's telling my brother about how he saw a room where they were letting people dance and he wanted to take me over there.
As we both suspected, Buck doesn't argue, so Steve grabs my hand and we make our way from the exhibit and to the dance floor.
"I'm in," he says once my hand is in his and his other rests on my waist.
"In what?"
"They let me in. Bucky's being dispatched tomorrow, I'm going the day after."
"What? There's no way they let you in."
I can feel the panic rising in my chest, first of all, I will have literally no one, second of all, there is no way any doctor in his right mind would let anyone with all of Steve's health conditions into the military. It's a death sentence.
"This doctor is running an experimental thing . . .and uh . . .he accepted me. And I told him about you, and he wants to see you."
"Steve! Are you insane?! I'm fourteen!"
"You're very mature. Besides, you're almost fifteen." he shrugs.
