Tony Stark's Sister

Who The Hell Is Bucky?

Katherine POV
I shove Tony off me and stomp angrily out of the medical center. "SCREW! YOU!" I scream at him, punctuating every word to make sure he hears. I don't know where I'm going, I just don't want to be standing still right now. I catch the confused glances of a group of soldiers and there sergeant as I march past a wall of glass looking out onto some sort of training field. Why are there so many windows in this god damn place? It feels like a fish tank! I ignore them and keep marching. I sort of feel like I'm one of them, a soldier with no reason to think or plan, just march and follow orders. Being a Stark though, 'not having to think' is a luxury rarely afforded. And considering we can afford pretty much anything, that's really saying something.

Eventually my mind calms down and I stop rage walking. Looking around I realize I don't know where I am. "Better here than anywhere near the 'Iron Asshole'", I grumble to myself. A chuckle comes from the left of me, I look up to see a man who looks to be about in his 20's with blonde hair and blue eyes approaching me. Despite his youthful appearance he's dressed like I'd imagine a grandpa who fought in Vietnam to be dressed. A brown leather bomber jacket with khaki slacks and a button up white shirt with thin red and white cross hatching on it. "Iron Asshole? Are you sure you should be using that kind of language?" He asks with a teasing smile. I scoff, " I'm 18, I'll use whatever language I damn well please." "Alright, alright" he holds up his hands in surrender "I have to admit, I'm a little jealous I didn't come up with that one myself."

There's a slight pause where he waits for me to say something but I stay silent and size him up instead. He lets out a sigh "that would have been a great comeback for 'Cap-Sicle'". My brain short circuits "Captain America?!" The man in khaki nods, "Steve Rogers, at your service", he confirms extending his hand for me to shake . I eye it suspiciously, "there's no joke buzzer, I swear." I accept his friendly gesture with a distrustful glare. "You're not a very warm person, are you?" he comments. I shrug, I don't feel like talking.

Steve gives me an awkward look. "Alright, if you're not up for telling me about yourself right now. How about we get some food. Hm? Maybe then you'll feel more like opening up and I can hear the story of why you're here." I raise an eyebrow at him, "My name is Katherine Stark, but call me Kat. Does the last name explain it?" "Ah, yes that'll do it." Steve walks closer and leans back against the wall of windows next to me. "I didn't know Tony had any relatives still alive." I sigh, this is so annoying, I should record a video essay about my life story so I don't have to keep repeating it to everyone I meet! "Well he does, I'm his sister...younger. I don't wanna be a Stark and I don't wanna be here. We done with the questions?"

I turn my gaze to the super soldier to see him a bit stunned by my blunt and arguably rude retort. I kinda feel bad, I didn't mean to hurt the old man's feelings. Mannerisms in the fifties must've been pretty proper compared to today's standards. "Look, I didn't mean - " suddenly I'm cut off by an alarm blaring and red lights flashing through the entire compound, signaling some sort of emergency.

"What's going on?!" I ask Steve in a slight panic. "Intruder, someone infiltrated the compound." He states plainly, his entire demeanor changing from the pleasant gentlemen to the on duty soldier in seconds. "Who?!" I ask again, as if he should know but Steve is looking past me down the hallway at someone. "Steve?" I try to get his attention, confused by his frozen expression of shock.

"Bucky?" He almost whispers to himself. "Bucky?! Who the hell is Bucky?!" I scream at him and turn to see what he's looking at just in time to come face to face with some masked half metal man. "Ah shit." Are the last words I manage to get out before I'm hit over the head with something hard and my world goes dark.