*I am on a plane to NY. Tony offered to fly me out privately but i objected. This is my second plane bc it stopped in another state for weather fml. I board my plane and see a group of HS-ers on a trip boarding too*
me: *putting in headphones*???: *sits next to me and waves*
me: *smiles awkwardly and waves back* hey
???: hi. I don't recognize you from the trip.
me: nah I am just traveling on my own. Meeting my- family in NYC... new custody arrangement.
???: ah, fun?
me: yeah it's good- I think. What was your trip?
???: *starts rambling abt trip*
me: *actually interested bc he's funny*
???#2: *walks up from a few rows down bc the seatbelt sign is off* Peter I can't believe you gave up your seat for Betty Thank youuuuuuu
me: ah so you're name is Peter
???#2: and I'm Ned-.
Flight attendant: *taps Ned's shoulder* sir would you please go back your seat
Ned: *leaves*
me: so peter-
Peter: wait- what's your name?
me: it's a secret.
peter: no why?
me: to compensate for my overshare earlier
peter: no fair
me: yeah too. I'll tell you my name if you give me an overshare.
pete: I live with my aunt in Queens bc my parents died.
me: christ my bad.
pete: *laughs*
me: My name is y/n
pete: well y/n, have you been to the city before?
me: uh- yeah once for a weekend. It's uh- been a while.
Peter: Ooh you should totally let me show you around!
me: that's be great. also I'm pretty sure we're going to the same school.
pete: midtown???
me: yeah
*ffw peter and I chat the whole way, we land and off he goes just in time for a woman to come up to me*
???: Ms. y/l/n?
me: uh yeah?
???: I'm Natasha Romanoff. Your dad sent me to pick you up.
me: *saw the text from Steve earlier* ah. nice to meet you Ms. Romanoff... I am actually like a huge fan, so– uh– sorry.
Nat: *laughs* please, call me nat. Your dad just had to finish up a meeting with the UN about Barnes so– yeah.
me: oh yeah I saw something on the news about that, and btw you can call me y/n.
Nat: well let's hop to it, y/n.
*we get in a sports car*
me: omg this is so cool...
Nat: Is that what you're wearing? no offense-
me: *in a pair of black sweatpants and a Queen T-Shirt w/ my hair in a messy bun* where are we going?
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Daughter of America: a Y/N Rodgers x Bucky Barnes Fanfic (slowburn)
FanfictionEver since I found out I am the daughter of Steve Rodgers nothing has been the same.