Winter Soldier's daughter

Do you remember? Pt. 1

(disclaimer pt 2.: This isn't going to be accurate to the MCU, because it's my own thing :P In this story, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, and Clint Barton all live together at the Avengers tower. Thor visits from time to time, but chooses to live in Asgard with his people.)

   

    It was a cool, quiet summer night
when she first came.

      Bucky and Steve sat on the couch, watching TV in the dark living room together. Neither one of them were particularly interested in the television show playing in front of them, but sat there anyways, just enjoying one another's presence.

   
     With the crazy life of being a superhero, it's easy to forget just how enjoyable it is to relax with your best friend. Each of them sat there contently until Steve's eyelids eventually became droopy, then slowly fell closed. His head teetered to the left a little, then the right, then forward and left again.

     Bucky glanced over and let out a loud snort, jerking Steve out of his dreamy state. His blue eyes flew open as he inhaled sharply,  "Wh-, what-? Huh-??" He mumbled drowsily, glancing over at Bucky with sunken eyes.

"You should go to bed, pal. You look like Hell." Bucky replied with a smartass tone, a faint smirk on his stubbly face.

Steve frowned slightly in offense, but chuckled nonetheless. "Yeah? Well you look like Optimus Prime and Adolf Hitler's retarded love-child." He sassed through a grin, stretching his arms.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, "I-.." he began, but instead sighed in defeat, shaking his head.

"Want some ice for that burn?" Steve added smoothly.

Bucky saw an opportunity, and seized it. "No thanks, I don't solve my problems by freezing myself." He sassed blankly.

Steve paused, and inhaled, "Listen here, punk-"

Bucky cut him off, "C'mon, you're exhausted. Just go crash...I-i mean, like, in bed by the way... Not a plane. If you sleep for another 70 years you'll never see Taylor Swift in concert again."

Steve stared at his friend for a solid ten seconds. Bucky forced himself to maintain eye contact with as straight of a face as possible.

"How did you find out about that?" Steve abruptly blurted out.

" Found the ticket stubs in the elevator. Don't worry, your secret obsession is safe with me." Bucky winked.

" ItS NOT AN OBSESSION BUCK, IT WAS A ONE TIME THING AND I ONLY WENT BECAUSE I WON FREE TICKETS AT THAT WEIRD COFFEE SHOP WHERE EVERYONE'S HAIR IS NEON AND ALL THE CASHIERS FACES ARE PIERCED EVERYWHERE!" Steve explained hurriedly in defense.

"Alright, alright. Whatever you say..." Bucky smirked, throwing up both hands in submission.

Steve sighed and shook his head, chuckling as he stood. "Anyways-, I'm gonna hit the hay, g'night Buck."

"Me too. Night, man. Sleep tight." Bucky replied, giving Steve a hard slap on the back as he walked away. Bucky picked up the remote, and powered off the TV. But instead of turning away, he just stood there and stared at the black screen for a moment. Something didn't feel quite right inside him. A vague, unwarranted anxiety had crept its way into his chest where it now festered.

     He decided to ignore it, and took a deep breath as he put the remote on the coffee table. He told himself he was probably just tired, and made his way to bed. Arriving in his room, his white socks softly padded across the wooden floor, and he sank into his warm, cozy bed, pulling the covers up to his chest. The bed was quite large, but he liked it that way.

     With a big stretch, a loud yawn, a few flips and flops, and finally, a long sigh, he had fallen asleep, blissfully unaware that the feeling in his gut had been right all along. Something dangerous was coming.  His instincts told him to watch out, but he didn't listen, and now he laid there, completely vulnerable.

       A pair of keenly perceptive eyes observed him from the far corner of the room, attentively watching his chest slowly rise and fall. The menacing figure slowly emerged from  the corner, and gradually began to take silent, precise steps towards the bed. A silver gleam flashed from their right hand as the moonlight from the blinds shone upon a sharp blade, lifted up slightly in professional preparation to attack. The fateful figure crept ever-closer, and only one thing was for certain.

He should have turned on the light.

      

(Hey guys! Hope you liked the first chapter. I know it's a bit short, not much happened. But it's getting late, and I wanted to start simple to prevent getting writers block. If you like this, please don't forget to give it a vote! :) And if you want to see what happens, stick around, because I'll be updating every 1-3 days :D !!! )