Genesis | Bucky Barnes

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Anastasia was utterly lost.

She was in a department store surrounded by beautiful clothes, a scene so familiar yet she felt like a fish out of water. She was unfamiliar with the fashions, the fabrics, the rules. Anya had a basic understanding of history, it wasn't her favourite subject at school. She was always more focused on physics and engineering. She was a Stark.

The extent of Anya's knowledge of the 1940s was WWII and Captain America. And when this dilemma was added to trying to understand the fact that she had just time travelled! Thinking about time travel and all it's wider implications was giving her a headache. She needed to write this down, she needed to study time and she needed to find Howard Stark, he was the only person who would be able to help her.

"Okay so what do ya think of this?" Rebecca pointed to a mannequin. It was a sky blue skirt suit. It seemed fine until you see the width of the shoulders! Anastasia couldn't help but think of the photos she'd seen of her Grandmother in the 80s. She must have made a face because Bucky backed his sister up. "Try it on at least."

Anya sighed, "Very well."

They found a dressing room and it didn't take long for Anya to hate the skirt suit. She pulled open the curtain to see only Rebecca there, Bucky must have wandered off to do his own thing. "Oh honey! You look gorgeous!" The brunette crooned .

Anastasia inspected her reflection in the mirror. "My shoulders come up to my ears." She started trying to move her arms around but it was too tight and she kept seeing her shoulder pads in her peripheries. It was a strange sensory overload. "How can any female do anything with their arms wearing this?"

Rebecca giggled. "What do ya expect to be doin' with ya arms hun? Girls like you ain't working in the factories."

The blonde Stark moved onto the next outfit Rebecca had chosen for her. It was a loose blouse and a long pencil skirt. "What do you mean girls like me?" Anya asked as she changed into the new outfit.

"Anastasia, you had a thousand dollars in ya purse. You have a name like a fairy tale and your undergarments are the softest fabric I have ever touched. Girls like you ain't like me or Bucky." Anya could hear Rebecca sigh now. "Why were you wandering around Brooklyn alone? It ain't safe."

The blonde was fully dressed but couldn't bear to look at the sweet girl's face. Rebecca was around the same age as herself, sixteen, and despite being charming and bubbly she had more maturity and bore more burden in her face than anyone their age that Anya had met. The Stark wondered what her life must have been like in comparison to her own. The relief in Bucky's face when he realised she could pay for her own clothing flashed across her mind. The female Barnes interrupted her thought process. "Anastasia hun? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry I was lost in thought. What did you say again?" Anya shook her head physically to push away the thoughts and focus.

"I asked why you were wandering around Brooklyn alone. Are you sure you are alright?"