Doll: A Bucky Barnes FanFiction

Starting Over

Elizabeth had been living in the tower for a few months when the Avengers returned from their mission in Sokovia with the scepter, an important artifact that had been taken by Hydra. She had watched as the scepter was taken secretively back to Tony Stark's lab and Tony and Bruce locked themselves away in there.

She knew that they avoided her because they were still unsure of what she would do, so she kept to her normal routine. She had begun to look up old contacts on the Internet, as Steve had advised her, to see if anyone was alive, and she had found out that Sarah and Georgie had had a daughter and two sons.

The daughter had been named after Elizabeth. Sarah's daughter was named Elizabeth Fieldman-Jones. The daughter was still living in Brooklyn, and when Elizabeth had contacted her, she had invited her over for dinner. Luckily, it happened to be the night when Tony had invited everyone over for a giant dinner party, so she had slipped away quietly with only Steve knowing where she was going.

Elizabeth was dressed in a blouse and a pair of jeans, something unusual to her. Her hair was down and in curls, just like she had worn back in the 40s. She got into one of the cars and sped out of the garage, making her way to Brooklyn.

Elizabeth arrived and parked the car in front of the house, staring out onto the lawn. It was a large, white house with a manicured front lawn and a small driveway. It was clearly an incredibly expensive home.

She stepped out of her car and made her way up to the front door, where she hesitated for a second, her finger hovering just above the doorbell. This was the daughter of her best friend, and there was a mixture of emotions that coursed through her head just as she pressed the bell.

It rang for a second before she heard someone coming towards the door. She heard the door unlock, and her eyes widened when she saw who was at the door. It was Sarah.

At least, she thought it was Sarah. The woman in front of her was the spitting image of her mother.

"Hello," Elizabeth finally spoke, her hands nervously jittering

"Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, it's so nice to finally meet you!" The woman said, opening the door and ushering her into the house. "You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" The woman asked nervously, offering to take Elizabeth's jacket.

"Oh, no, it's alright. I'm just a little unused to it, I suppose," she said, watching her jacket getting hung up in a discreet hall closet.

"Well, it's a little unusual for me too. Especially since we share the same name. Just call me LJ though," the woman laughed. "Why don't you come into the living room? I have a few things I'd like to show you."

Elizabeth nodded and followed her further into the beautiful home, and she smiled, seeing pictures of the Fieldman-Jones. It appeared that Sarah's daughter had two teenagers and was a single mother. She had been incredibly successful, which is why they lived in such a beautiful home in the middle of Brooklyn.

As they sat down on the couch, Elizabeth noticed a few old photo albums laying on the table, along with one of the necklaces that Elizabeth had given Sarah when they were children. She remembered a lot about Sarah, despite most people still remaining altogether unfamiliar.

"Mom kept a lot of these things around. She talked a lot about you, you know," LJ said, looking over at Elizabeth hopefully. "You were always the cool aunt that Mom did everything with."

"We really did do everything together," Elizabeth replied softly, flipping through the photo album. There were pictures from so many different events, with every single one of them containing a picture of both Elizabeth and Sarah.

"Oh, this is one of my favorite pictures of you and Mom," LJ said, pointing to a picture of Elizabeth and Sarah at a school dance. Elizabeth looked down at the girls on the page, their eyes shining even with the black and white photos, she could still see how happy they looked.