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 love you! I love you, and I know it sounds cheesy and stupid, but I can't see my life without you in it!"
I DRIVE, the now, my motorcycle illegally to Queens. I'm going to meet Peter and his friend at a cafe.
The drive was longer than expected, but with the speed I was going, I made it faster than the given time.
Bystanders look over at the loud engine of my motorcycle, parking in a private parking lot Uncle Tony bought for today. He's a total drama queen. I was the only vehicle in the dang thing!
I hop off the bike, sliding my helmet off my head and smooth down my hair.
Searching around for the meet up place, I find a cafe across the street. I hope it's the one. I walk around the stop sign in my way, and cross the street. Giving everyone a heads up, look both ways before crossing the road.
Cars honk as I am pushed back onto the side walk, a weight on top of me. It takes me a millisecond to figure out it is a person, a guy.
"I'm sorry. Thank you, I'm not used to all this stuff going on." I automatically start rambling an apology, looking like a complete utter fool.
"Hey lady, you okay?" A smooth voice asks me. I look up at the guy still on top of me. What a fine specimen.
"Fine. Thank you, but you can get off me now."
He nervously starts to get off me, lending me a hand to help me up.
"Where you heading to?" He questions, brushing the invisible dirt off his hands and on his pants.
"I don't even know you."
"Sorry," he sticks out a hand for me to shake. "Peter. Peter James."
I wearingly shake his hand, "Eleanor."
"You don't look like an Eleanor, sorry if that's a little straight forward."
"That's big of you to assume you're right."
"But am I?"
I sigh, "Vera."
"Last name?"
"You're a stranger!" I exclaim.
"I gave you my name, and I saved your life. You owe me."
"I have to do no such thing. But, I'm going to meet up my friend."
"Peter?"
"Peter would tell me if he had friend with the same name. Yeah, how di-," I quickly cut myself off and pin the guy to the ground. I gain some weird glances, but I ignore them, focusing on the possible threat. "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"
