The Archer and the assassin(A Bucky Barnes x oc Fanfic)

Prologue

The cold night was mostly silent, no one walking along the streets at such a late time while snoe covered the ground with a thick blanket. The only person on the street was a man, a small infant in his hands as he snuck around, trying not to be noticed.

While he was walking, a dog started barking at him from one of the house's gardens. This alerted the people in the house as lights flicked on, shining a warm yellow glow into the cold snow filled streets. He quickly ducked to the side of the house and ran along it, heading into another street.

In this street he ran right into someone, who just growled something at him before continuing on his way, wanting to get out of the cold.

The man glared at the guy who he had ran into before realising that the infant was no longer in his arms. He searched through the snow but found nothing.

The sound of a car coming along notified him that someone was coming this way as he quickly got up and ran, leaving the area.

***

Hours passed as the small child was still left in the snow, nothing to keep them warm. In a desperate attempt for some warmth, the child let out a cry.

As if it was an answer, footsteps started coming closer. A woman bent down and cleared away some snow to find the infant. She picked it up and cradled it.

"What is someone as young as you doing out here in the cold all alone" she asked. She felt the child's hand and was in shock. "Oh my. Your freezing. Come on, let's get you warmed up before you freeze to death" she told the child, carrying it to her home.

She opened the door as a small boy looked up, confused as to what his mother was holding. "What's that?" he asked, walking over to look.

His mother didn't answer right away, instead running hot water into the bathtub and heating some towels up on a heater to warm them up.

She quickly splashed water onto the small child to warm it up before wrapping it up in the warm towels. The boy looked at the wrapped up child in confusion before looking at his mother.

"Where did you get a baby?" he asked. "I found her. She was left out in the snow all alone" she replied, holding the baby who had fallen asleep. "Can we keep her?" the boy asked, looking up at his mother.

"I'm surprised you would want a sister. I thought you liked having me all to yourself" his mother teased, pulling him close. "I do but it gets lonely sometimes" he replied, getting out of his mother's grip.

"Alright then. We'll keep her but she'll need a name" his mother laughed, rubbing the back of her sons head. "I think I'll call you Charlotte" she added, this time talking to the baby.

***

Charlotte's pov

I sat in the house, board out of my mind. Sam had been gone for a long time, now working as a pilot or something so I rarely saw him and that made things boring.

As I was sitting in the living room, I saw the door open. I looked at it to see Sam walk in but he looked sad. "What happened?" I asked, instantly guessing that something bad had happened.

Sam was carrying something as he looked to me and sighed. "Riley... Died" he replied, placing the stuff down and sitting on a seat at the table.

I felt a pang of sadness. I had known Riley since Sam had introduced me to him when they first met. Although he was confused by how we could be related when we looked nothing alike but he got over it quite quick.

I knew that Sam and Riley were close so having him die was probably quite hard on Sam. Sam handed me the bag he had when he came in.

"Here. I figured that Riley would rather have someone use it then have it sit in a closet for decades" he told me. I looked inside to find an EXO-7 Falcon which I recognised as Riley's. I looked at Sam, as if asking if he was sure and he nodded. I nodded in thanks.

***

I sat on a bench in the park, throwing stone across the lake in the middle. I had just gotten an Email from my latest job application that I didn't even get an interview. Again.

This was like the 15th time this month as well. While I was throwing stones, someone approached me. "Your the Barton kid right?" he asked. "I'm sorry. Who?" I asked, confused.

"Oh right. Sorry. I forgot that you were raised as a Wilson not a Barton my bad" he replied, sitting next to me. "What are you talking about? I'm not a Barton. I never have been" I replied, turning to face him.

"Were you never told that you were found in the middle of the street?" he asked. "I knew that. Of course I knew. It's kind of obvious that I'm not blood related to Sam or any of the other Wilson's but that doesn't mean they aren't my family" I replied, getting annoyed at this guy.

"What's your name? I believe you didn't have one when one of my men took you from the Barton family" he explained. "I'm not a Barton. Stop saying that I am. You don't know me" I snapped, standing up from the bench.

"Oh but I do. Here's the proof of what I'm taking about" he explained, throwing me a piece of paper. I looked at it to find a piece of paper that had been crumpled up. It had a picture of a baby that looked exactly like me and the name on it was Claire Barton.

"That's not me. My name isn't Claire" I explained. "But it is. You have two names because you have two family's. I'm sorry that I hadn't approached you sooner but I needed to talk to you when I knew you'd understand" he explained.

'Was this guy telling the truth? Was I really called Claire Barton to my biological family?' I thought. "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. "No. I have a job opportunity for you" he replied.

"What kind of job?" I asked. "It's to my knowledge that your a skilled archer. Correct?" he asked. "Yeah. I've been taking lessons since I was 8" I replied. "You also have an old military flight suit correct?" he asked again.

"The Exo-7 Falcon?" I asked. "Yes" he replied. "Yeah. I still have it" I replied. "Good. My job for you is that you will need to take out anyone I tell you to. I'll give you a good amount of money for it. I know you have four kids that you adopted that you need to feed" he explained.

I looked at my feet. 'Could I really trust this guy? But I need to take care of my family' I thought. "Alright" I replied. "Good. Now I have a parter for you" he explained.

He picked up a carrier from behind the bench and opened it as a tortoiseshell cat walked out, sitting on the bench and washing its Paw. "It's a cat" I pointed out.

"No. Its an alien from another world. Just trust me that she is dangerous if you get on her bad side" he told me. "What does she do?" I asked. "She'll eat you with her gaint tenticles that hide in her mouth" he replied.

My eyes went wide. "Thought you'd be surprised. Her name is Stitch. It's because of the scar over the left side of her face" he explained. I picked up Stitch who gave a meow in response.

"She won't eat me or the kids right?" I asked, holding Stitch at arm's length. "Not so long as she sees you as a companion but she might scratch" he explained.

I just nodded, slowly bringing Stitch closer to me.