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I Was Just A Kid; B.Barnes

Y/N Barnes. Born March 4th, 1938, kidnapped May 28th, 1949 and presumed dead on August 14th, 1950. It was a shame, really. You were kidnapped from your grandmother's home by unbeknownst to anyone, your father, Bucky Barnes. You were, for the first time ever, terrified of your dad. You had told yourself that it wasn't him, that it was some horrible monster who was dressed up like your dad. After all, you were told that he was dead. Fell from a train and never found, they had no choice to assume him to be dead. You were told of his 'death' by America's poster boy, Captain America, or as you knew him, uncle Steve. When he arrived at the front door of your grandmother's house, she had no choice to assume the worst.

You sat at the top of the stairs, listening in on the conversation that the adults were having. It made you mad, your aunts were allowed down and in on the conversation, but you weren't? He was your dad, not theirs. Steve was here, but your dad wasn't, you found it odd. But maybe he got hurt and was at the hospital getting better, yes, that was it. Your hopes were high, he was coming home, you were going to see your dad again.

"How do we tell Y/N?" Your grandpa said. His arm was slung around his wife's as she was sobbing. Your interest peaked when your name was mentioned and you hopped down the stairs and into the living room.

"Y/N! Go back upstairs!" Rebecca hissed. You frowned and looked at Steve.

"Hi, Uncle Steve!" You cheered. You ran towards him and wrapped your arms around him, but you got concerned when he just patted your head in return. "Uncle Steve? What's wrong?" You enquired. Steve sighed and picked you up, putting you on his hip. He took you up to the room that you were staying in until your dad came back and picked you up. You were placed on the bed and you sat crisscrossed when Steve sat beside you.

"Y/N, you're a big girl, right?" He asked you, masking the fear in his voice. You nodded, you were too excited. Too excited to hear the news that he was coming home. "And you can take big girl news, right?" You nodded again, anticipating the words that would next come out of his mouth. "Y/N, your dad isn't coming home," He said. You froze.

"What?" Your voice was quiet, and if Steve didn't have the serum he was sure that he wouldn't have heard it.

"Your dad won't come home, sweetheart, I'm sorry," You refused to believe it.

"No," You stated. Steve sighed.

"Y/N I-"

"No! You're lying! My daddy can't-can't be gone be-because he's a superhero and superhero's can't die!" You were crying. "Please-Please lie uncle Steve!" You sobbed. Steve pulled you into his arms as you sobbed.

"It's okay, Y/N. You're gonna be okay, nothing's going to happen to you. You're gonna live here, I'll come and see you, me and the lady you saw when you came and saw your dad, yeah?" He said. You sniffled and nodded.

"Did it hurt?" You asked him. Steve's heart panged at the memory of being so close to catching Bucky's hand, mere inches from him. Steve had to lie, he couldn't tell you that he fell from a train and would never be found.

"No, he was okay," It hurt to lie to you. "You're gonna be okay, Y/n. He'll always be here," He pointed to your heart. You frowned.

"But I don't want him there, I want him here," 

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