In Which
Isabelle, a 14yo, is trained to be a widow since she was 2. When she turns 8 , hydra steals her from the Red Room Academy to conduct experiments on her. She is then trained to be the Winter Soldier's accomplice.
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The Winter Soldier and...
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Five years.
Five years passed since 'The Blip'. That was what the media called it, and Isabelle didn't like the name.
It seemed like they tried to make it sound less catastrophic and stuff, but it didn't really work.
Silence had replaced the usual hum of life, the usual chatter and laughter was now replaced with a terrible void.
Thanos has wiped half of all life with a simple snap of his fingers. All living beings were mourning and grieving while the purple alien was enjoying his time on some lonely planet, thinking he did everything right.
The Avengers fell apart, more than half of them were now gone. Isabelle spent those awful years with Natasha and Steve, who babysat her till her 18th birthday.
And although she lost Bucky, it wasn't all that bad. She was kind of already prepared for his departure when he first left, so now that he left for real it wasn't such a shocker.
With a little bit of therapy -not with Dr.Raynor, thankfully- and lots of quality time with Aunt Nat she got over it quite quickly. -which was a miracle, because the last time he disappeared she didn't take it very well. But Isabelle realized that Bucky was now really gone, and there was nothing she could do about it. Instead of crying all day and getting stuck on the past, she decided to simply get over it and move on with her life.
The once sad and shy girl turned into a happy and still shy woman.
Technically. Although a woman now, Isabelle was still a little girl at heart.
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Isabelle woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window, a rare moment of peace in a world that still felt fractured.
She stretched and glanced around her small, tidy room, taking in the photos that adorned her walls—snapshots of memories with Natasha and Steve, a few candid shots of Bucky smiling, and one with the whole family- which was a rare picture.
Each image was a reminder of what she had lost, but also of the love that had helped her survive.
As she descended the creaky stairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted her. Natasha was already in the kitchen, clad in her usual black attire, though her expression was softer than it used to be. Steve was nowhere to be seen, probably out for his morning run.
"Morning, kiddo," Natasha said with a small smile, pushing a cup of coffee towards Isabelle.
"Morning Nat," Isabelle replied, taking a seat at the table.
Despite the years that had passed, there was still an air of awkwardness that lingered. Natasha, the fierce Avenger who had taken on the responsibility of being her guardian, and Isabelle, the girl who had grown up too fast yet somehow managed to hold onto a piece of her childhood.
"So, any plans for today?" Natasha asked, leaning against the counter.
"I was thinking of visiting the memorial," Isabelle said, her voice steady. "It's been a while since I last went."
Natasha nodded, understanding. "Do you want me to come with you?"
Isabelle shook her head. "No, I think I need to do this on my own."
After finishing her coffee, Isabelle grabbed her coat and headed out. The streets were eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling city they used to be. She passed by familiar landmarks, now covered in vines and moss, remnants of a world that had moved on without her.
When she arrived at the memorial, she took a deep breath. Names were etched into the stone, a somber reminder of the countless lives lost.
She traced her fingers over Bucky's name, feeling a mix of sorrow and acceptance.
"I miss you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The wind rustled the leaves around her as if the world was acknowledging her grief. She stood there for a long time, allowing herself to feel the pain but also the strength that had come from surviving.
As she turned to leave, she caught sight of a group of children playing in the distance. Isabelle watched them for a moment, a small smile forming on her lips. Life was beginning to return, slowly but surely.
Isabelle made her way back home, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't felt in years. Natasha was waiting for her on the porch, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Ready to start living again?" Natasha asked softly.
Isabelle nodded. "Yeah, I think I am."
Together, they walked inside, closing the door on a chapter of loss and opening a new one filled with hope and possibility.
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𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 .ᐟ
Okay first of all I just wanna say sorry for not updating in quite a while, and for this short ass chapter🫶🏻
Tbh this is just a filler, so dw the next one will be longer and it will be the start of endgame!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love writing movie scenes bc I can't make my own plots 😭
