She's Bucky Barnes' daughter. She just doesn't know it yet. Vera has the meaning of faith... she just doesn't have it.
Marvel but add a little ✨spice✨
A Bucky Barnes Daughter Story!
Vera Zola-Barnes has only gone by one name.
Shadow Hunter
Her past...
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I AM woken by a sharp slap to the face. "What happened?! You fail the mission?! I specifically said to eliminate those three! You disappoint by killing not even one?!" Rumlow, my handler, growls giving me another slap. Making the already red spot on my face, even redder.
My body sore from the fight that took place beforehand, lets my head swing to the side. "I'm sorry," I softly whisper. The feeling of self hate spreading throughout my body.
"You don't get to be sorry." With that the guards drag me back to the cell I have been in for as long as I can remember.
Hours pass before I hear footsteps. I tense up preparing for a beating or some type of physical harassment.
Instead I am greeted by a familiar face. Edward, my only friend in this place, walks up to the bars and takes a seat.
"I heard what happened. I'm sorry." He murmurs. But I catch it with my SuperSolider hearing.
I nod in response, not having the heart to speak real words.
"It's not your fault, ya know? I heard that they sent you to go after Captain America, Winter Solider, and Black Widow. Any highly trained.. person wouldn't be able to even lay a good hit on them."
I just heave a sigh, keeping my head down. He gives a sigh of his own. "Fine. I get it. Kinda, not really." He pauses, "will you at least say something to me? Anything?"
"I didn't complete my mission. I'm worthless. Useless. They should just kill me," I muttered. He looks at me with shocked, wide eyes.
"You don't really think that, do you?!" He takes a deep breath. "Look, um, I have to go. I'll come back as soon as I can. Please, just have hope."
I nod in appreciation before standing and walking to the corner of my cell. My thoughts overtaking my mind. 'Why did I break? I'm not supposed to break. I am solid. I am marble.'
I sit in silence for a long period of time. The two voices in my head having a war amongst themselves. 'Am I supposed to be here? Is this why the Winter Solider went rogue? Is what I'm doing actually right?'
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of two sets of feet. My head turns up to see who has come.
The sound comes closer. There were actually three sets. One lighter than the others. As they pass by my cell, I see who it is. A girl with chocolate brown hair is in between two guards. A vest is wrapped around her. Black and white striped jumpsuit on her. I look down at my own outfit. A raggedy stained white t-shirt. I guess not really white anymore. Combat pants accompany the combat boots that are on my feet.
I turn my attention back to the three people. The girl is placed in the cell beside me. The guards simply tossing her in. Her gaze on the floor the entire time.
