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 made this, and I thought why not share this with you all? VERA'S MOOD BOARD)
"I'VE BEEN thinking about what Ross said. About me not actually being Bucky's. Why is that?"
"I don't really know, Vera. Him as the biological father should take full custody." Vision says, curiosity in his voice.
"We'll look into it. If he isn't your guardian, he'll become it in under an hour." Tony promises, going on to his phone.
An hour passes, and like he promised, Tony rushes into the room with exciting information.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have done it once again. Thank me now and sign here," Tony says excitedly while handing Bucky a tablet with a pen.
Bucky reads over the papers before signing.
"You are officially adopted, by the father you are biologically related to, and have already been living with. This calls for a party!" Tony ends in a shout.
"Why a party?" I question, not being used to those, or even been to one.
"We don't question why he throws them. Someone could've eaten cereal and he throws a party for it, hence why we don't question it." Natasha explains.
"Noted," I input.
Tony starts to ramble on and on about the party he is going to throw.
Hours later, the three of us girls are in Natasha's room. We are deciding on what to wear.
"So is this like a formal party or is it a casual thing?" Wanda questions as she claims a spot on the bed.
"I was thinking maybe like a casual outfit. But, make it a smoking hot outfit." I put in.
Natasha points at me, "perfect!" I smile at my accomplishment. "We'll pick my outfit, then move to Wanda's room since it's closer, then we'll go to Vera's."
At that Wanda jumps up and pushed Nat away from her closet opening.
"Let the master through."
"What? I so have better taste."
"As if!"
"Girls, step aside and let the real master through," I skip past them two and into the closet.
They both stare at me in shock. They then look at each other, agreeing on one thing.
Before I know it, I'm on the floor, being tickled. I laugh obnoxiously loud.
"S- Stop! I- I can't b- breathe! Hahaha!"
"You shall not be the master! Say it!" They scream in my face.
