Stucky: New Beginnings (BOOK 1)

Memories

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"Mommy I don't wanna go!" A little boy with light brown hair and blue, almost grey, eyes said.

"James Buchanan Barnes you are going to the dentist and that is that! Let's go!" An older woman who one could only presume to be the six year old boys mother said as she grabbed his and his younger sisters hands pulling them out of their home.

After the  excruciating dentist visit, their mother took them for ice cream.

"Mommy Mommy! Can I go play soccer with the boys across the street at the park?" James asked.

His mother sighed but nodded.

James grinned and ran out of the shop. He was walking down the sidewalk- to the crossing area, his mother didn't raise a criminal who j-walked- and stopped to wait for the all clear.

"You want your book back with all your little drawings?" A boy down an alley said teasingly causing james to look back.

Two older boys, around seven or eight, were picking on a much smaller boy.

"Give it back!" The smaller boy shouted.

The crossing guard blew his whistle letting him know it was safe to cross. Instead of crossing he walked back into the alley way.

"Hey! He said give him his book back! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He shouted at the older boy's.

"Looks like the kids not completely alone." One of the bullies said while the other one tossed both the sketch book and the smaller kid into the trash can.

"Stop it! Leave him alone!"

"Or what?" The other scoffed and before james could think better of it he sent a punch flying at the kids nose breaking it.

The two older kids ran off.

Instead of walking away, James opened the trash can and hopped in landing right next to the scrawny blonde kid.

"Hi!" He said with a grin.

"Hi, Im Steven Rogers." The small boy said, voice soft yet demanding at the same time.

"I'm James Buchanan Barnes."

"I didn't need help, James."

"Oh I'm sure you didn't. I just like getting in trouble sometimes, Steve." James answered with a smile, purposely getting his name wrong.

"My name is Steven not Steve." Steven corrected with his own smile.

"Steve suits you better."

"Fine. Then I'm going to call you.... Bucky!"

"Bucky? That's..." he was going to say stupid. If anyone asked he would say he wanted to say stupid. But the look in Stevens eyes... how could he say no to that look, "brilliant."

Steven- or Steve as James/Bucky had gotten to calling him- grinned at the approval.

"How old are you Bucky?" Steve asked.

"Six. You?"

"Five. Almost six! Birthday is in two months."

Bucky laughed, "I think we're going to be great friends Steve."
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They landed the plane and Steve was right there to greet them.

"How the fuck did this happen?!" He shouted.

"He hit his head. It's not a big deal! He'll be fine. He probably just needs to rest it off." Natasha said offhandedly.