When she's lost it all, can she find her way back to him, all the way from rock bottom?
When Olivia Quinn goes for an evening walk, she didn't expect to meet her 2 best friends, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Inseparable since that night, Liv fi...
After Steve had convinced me to leave with him, we went to Wakanda with the Black Panther, who is the king of Wakanda, to get medical attention. He left Bucky and I in Wakanda while he went to free the rest of our team. I was now bandaged and stitched up, sitting on a table talking to Shuri, the Black Panther's sister, with Bucky by my side. She had removed my metal arm and was designing me a new one. She had performed a small operation to both remove my arm and decrease the scarring around it.
"How exactly did HYDRA attach this thing?" She asked. "It shouldn't have required surgery to remove if it had been done right."
"Well, they just kinda cut it off with a saw then burned the metal into my skin," I said quietly. Bucky tensed up and gripped the table tightly, causing his knuckles to turn white. I grabbed his hand with my real arm and he relaxed a bit.
"Those didn't all look like burn scars, Liv," Shuri points out.
"Let's just say I had some trouble accepting the violence associated with that arm," I sigh. She nods. Shuri showed me the new arm, and it felt like a piece of my bad past had been erased. I no longer had the Soviet star branding me. It was a simple black metal arm with royal blue accents (picture Bucky's new arm but with blue instead of gold). Shuri attached the arm and I thanked her. Unlike the one HYDRA had made, this one felt natural. It didn't creak when I moved it and there was no resistance, just like moving my real arm. I smiled at the feeling. It has been decades since anything about me felt normal. ••• T'Challa had provided Bucky and I with a cabin in Wakanda on a farm. "It's not much, but it seemed like a good fit for you. Somewhere peaceful for you to heal. You're more than welcome to live in the city if you would like, but this home just seemed like a better fit," T'Challa explained.
"It's perfect," I smiled softly. He nodded in return.
"You aren't prisoners, however I will keep guards in the area due to... controversial opinions regarding you, Sergeant Quinn. Just know that at no point will the guards force you to stay in your home or restrict your activities, they are purely here for your protection." I nodded at him in understanding.
"Thank you, T'Challa," Bucky says. With that, the Black Panther left, leaving us to settle in. The cabin already had furniture in it. Although Steve wasn't staying here, he had stopped by after he got everyone out of the prison. He brought some of our belongings, mostly clothes. However, he also brought a small box with a note on top of it. I change into spandex shorts and a hoodie, then pull my hair up into a messy bun. I step out onto the poarch with that overlooks the pond with the box and take a seat on a swing. I open the letter first.
Dear Liv,
After your father died, your sister inherited the house. She lived there until she died, and no one bought it after her. I decided to stop by while I was in the area, and I found some of your belongings still in your room. I thought you might want to see some of them, and maybe they would help you. Sincerely, Steve
I lift the lid to the box and see several pictures, a necklace, and two pairs of dog tags. I pulled out the pictures first. They were of me and my siblings.
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