Bucky Barnes Imagines

Captain's Daughter - S.R.

Your orders were to observe. You already failed them. It was the only thing Coulson allowed you to do since you were very adamant about helping him. You're only sixteen. Just a sixteen year old girl —at least looks sixteen.

You're practically playing a cat and mouse game with some unknown people to you. You sprinted as fast as you could in the dark. You did the dumb mistake of looking behind you. You get tackled to the ground by the one the only Bucky Barnes.

"Jesus, you're fucking fast," Bucky said putting your hands behind your back.

You just whimpered knowing Coulson isn't gonna let you do any missions anymore. Bucky zipped tied your hands together but not too tight. Steve is out of breath from running after you and he had the wind knocked out of him after you kicked him in the diaphragm.

"You good?" Bucky asked looking at Steve.

"Yeah, totally," Steve said giving two thumbs up.

Bucky got off of you as the others come over. He lifts you up onto your feet and holds onto the zip ties to make sure you won't run.

"Who are you? Who do you work for?" Steve asked.

You kept your mouth shut and just looked at him.

"She isn't gonna talk," Natasha said.

"Take her back to the compound and we'll figure out who her parents are," Steve said.

(Time skip)

You are strapped down to a decently comfortable chair. Steve is across from you with a empty file in hand.

"Did you know that in World War 2, the US military designed grenades to be the exact same size and weight of baseball?" You asked breaking the silence.

"No, I did not," Steve said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, it was so that any young American man should be able to throw it properly," you said.

"What's your name?" Steve asked.

"Tinker Bell," you said. "Did you know that the 15th president, James Buchanan, continuously bought slaves with his own money so that could be free?"

"Answer my questions," Steve said. "Where are you from?"

"England," You said.

Natasha comes in with a medical kit. She places it on the table and you see the needle. You try moving away from it but you can't. You hate needles. Jemma would always have to trick you when she needed blood from you or to give you the flu shot. Daisy or Coulson would be there to distract you and hold your hand. This is not what you think the Avengers would do to a sixteen year old.

Natasha rolled up your sleeve and you tried squirming. She cleans the area with alcohol and a cotton ball.

"Look the other way," Natasha said.

Steve gets up seeing how nervous and terrified you are. He gets over to you and takes your right hand into his. You looked up at the blonde super soldier and Natasha stabs you in the arm. She draws your blood. She quickly finishes up and leaves.

"Why do you need my blood?!"  You asked.

"So, we can figure out who you are and who your parents are," Steve said.

"My parents are Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago," you said. 

He just nodded believing. He looks over at the one way mirror.

"Nope, they're characters in a TV show," Sam said in the PA.

You frowned and glared at the mirror. Steve goes back over to his chair. Your grip tightened on the arms of the chair.

(Time skip)

"Sir, would you like the DNA results?"

"Yes, Friday," Tony said as he Steve walking in.

At the moment, you're having a staring contest with Bucky. Steve stands across the table from Tony.

"Her name is Brooklyn Carter-Rogers. Mother is Margret Carter, founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. Father is Steve Rogers, Captain America. Born 1946 on January 27th."

Steve's face just went pale and he didn't know what to say.

"Huh, I guess you aren't a virgin," Tony said.

Steve immediately went off. At first he was walking which turned into a fast pace walk then jogging then running then a full blown sprint. He doesn't know where he's going; he just needs to move. He needs to think about everything. Especially you.

To be continued?