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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NATASHA AND I open the door open to Wanda's room, to see her on her bed with tears streaked down her face.
I nudge Nat to her, with my shoulder. She has known Wanda longer and I don't do so well when it comes to comforting people, having been deprived of socializing for my whole life. This week has changed me immensely.
The Black Widow walks up to the bed, sitting herself on the edge. Her hand places itself on top of Wanda's.
Wanda is just staring ahead. Her face blank of emotion. The emotion is all in her eyes. Sadness. Pure, rotten, cruel sadness seems to seep through the Scarlet Witch's body. Her body finally giving up as it racks with loud and ugly sobs.
Nat leans in to hug Wanda, her arms squeezing the enhanced teenager. Big, dark spots appear on Natasha's shirt.
The depressing sight forces me to walk over to her as well. I awkwardly lean in and put a hand on her shoulder.
She takes one of her hands, and places it on my hand that is on her shoulder. I smile reassuring at her.
For an hour and a half, we sit there. Silence is interrupted by the question I have been dying to know.
"Why did you end things with Vision?" Natasha interrogates.
It takes Wanda a moment to answer, "it just didn't feel... right. Something was missing, ya know?"
"Do you know what?" I inquire.
"My days spent in that cell at HYDRA, it opened my eyes. You know when you look into someone's eyes, and you immediately love everything about them? That happened to me. At HYDRA," she says with regret in her voice.
"Who? Definitely not Jeffrey, the prisoner guard. Totally okay if it is, but uhm he's gay."
"No, no. Not him. I don't even know who that is. I'm not comfortable telling you all right now. I just have to be certain. I ended things because I wanted something real. I just don't feel that connection with Vision anymore."
I get up from my spot on the bed, "I am gonna go out there. Take as much time as you need Wanda. I'm here if you need anything."
"Thank you." She nods in appreciation.
I close the door on the way out, the pads of my feet softly touching the ground, making a light thud noise with every step.
I walk into the living room where Clint, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Tony sat on the couches.
"Hey fellas," I greet, taking a spot in between my father and Steve.
