Mom Says Hello

Chapter One

Bucky's PoV

"All the pods are empty," I say quickly, wanting nothing more than to be out of this hell-hole. "Let's go."

"They said all but one," Steve argues, pushing towards the room I dread. "I'm sure of it."

With a defeated sigh, I follow Steve like the loyal puppy I am and glance around the room of my nightmares. The room where I was kept frozen, along with the others who are surely dead now.

"See, empty! Now lets -" I turn to see Steve standing a few feet away from a pod that looks...operational. "Steve?"

"All but one." He turns to look at me. "Any ideas?"

Storming towards the pod, I swipe my hand across it to get a look at the face inside. My heart drops. Blonde hair and blue eyes nearly identical to Steve's, and a suit that is too similar to his own to be a coincidence. I can almost remember. She was the failed experiment, thought to be used instead of me until she wouldn't comply. She wouldn't kill. It was almost as if she was oblivious to the pain that I felt, that we felt. And she was so young. Merely 15 when they first brought her in.

"Bucky!" Steve's voice snaps the rails for my train of thought, bringing me back to the present. "Who is she?"

I can't bring myself to speak, only able to back away so he can get a better look. His expression is almost one of fear. Without a word of warning, he brings his hand down on the release button letting a wave of fog roll towards us. The glass hisses open and the girl falls to the ground before either of us can catch her. Thankfully she lands on all fours, awake enough to function half properly. As she lands, a small photograph slides over to Steve's feet out of the pocket on her hip. Simultaneously they reach forward to snatch it off the ground, her head snapping upwards as she sees his hand. There is a flash of recognition in her eyes, causing me to tense. Ready for an attack. Instead, she stays silent as Steve flips over the photograph to look at the people in the picture. He lets out a heavy breath, and the woman in the photograph catches my eye.

"Peggy," He whispers, looking at her and the newborn child in her arms. "Where did you get this?"

The girl stays silent and pushes herself to her feet.

"Where did you get this?" Steve repeats, his knuckles turning white from the grip on his shield.

With a small smile and a tilt of her head, the girl finally speaks, "Mom says hello."

~*~

Annabeth's PoV

This has to be him, the man from the photograph. My father. Sure, he's not scrawny like the man in the photograph, but the face matches up. Not as fatherly as I expected either. No words are spoken as he drags me towards the exit of this prison that I've been kept in for so long. And when the light of the blinding sun hits my face, I finally feel free. Hopefully, my father and his oddly familiar friend drag me towards a jet near the building, hurriedly stepping inside and slamming the door. I feel the jet lift off the ground and begin to move forward.

"Find anything?" A new voice enters my ears as a fiery-haired woman steps out from the back of the jet.

"You could say that." My presumable father lightly pushes me towards her.

"It's like a mini you." The woman exclaims, smirking. "Girly-girl and all."

"Funny, Natasha." He steps up next to me, finally taking the time to acknowledge that I'm a living human being. "What should we do with her?"

"She doesn't seem dangerous, but we've had surprises before." Natasha gives me a once over. "I'll have Bruce do a brain scan, just to make sure there's nothing wrong with her."