Caitlyn Carter was sent on a mission to comfort the one and only Steve Rogers. Her background is somewhat classified and confusing. She is 13 but came from the past to keep a close eye on Rogers by, you guessed it, Peggy Carter. Caitlyn is smart,yet...
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This isn't exactly a Mini-Story but like a short. It kinda continues the story but not all the way.
Around 11:00 the next day "I don't feel like we properly got to know each other," said Bucky out of the blue.
"What do you mean?" I look up at him confused while eating leftover pizza.
"Well, I've only seen you like three times." He sits down next to me.
"What do you want to know?" I ask taking a bite.
"Steve says you're from our time. How?"
"Failed science experiment. Next question." I was going all 20 questions on him, 19 more to go!
"Oh, jeez. You answer fast. Uhhh...favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Age?" He looks at me. "Oh, right. Nevermind. How about hobbies?"
"I work at Applebee's and here at S.H.I.E.L.D." I take another bite of pizza.
"Can I have some pizza?" Bucky looks at me then the pizza.
"Fine," I hand him one of my other non-eaten slices.
"Last one, are you really Steve's daughter." There was a pause. He looks at me and I look at him.
"No. My father was in the army and died in war. My mom was really depressed because of his death so she put me in an orphanage. I broke out and started to work with Howard Stark and other scientists and such in the science world. That's where I met Peggy. She became my mom." It took a lot of courage to get that out of me. "I was Caitlyn Carter until Steve legally changed my name to Rogers."
"Does Steve ever talk about me?"
"I thought you already said the last question," I look at him and smile.
"No really. Does he talk about our friendship."
"I heard that you tried to kill him. But Steve talks very highly about you," I take another bird of pizza and so does Bucky.
"Yeah...but that was in the past." There was an awkward scilence.
"Where's Nat?" I ask.
"I think she's at the shooting range with Clint," Bucky says looking at the show that's on TV.
"Do you like her?" Bucky looks at me like I have three heads.
"No...well like she's cool and we have to look after you. We're cool is what I'm trying to say."
