James Barnes was sixteen years old when his baby sister came into the world, pink and wrinkly and screaming her little head off. And James? James was unimpressed. She was tiny-too tiny. Her hands were no bigger than his thumb, her head barely covered in a fuzz of dark hair. She cried constantly, made Ma exhausted, and stole all the attention in the apartment. And worse? She was completely useless. Couldn't walk, couldn't talk, couldn't even hold her own head up or go get groceries. He had brothers. Brothers he could roughhouse with and throw punches at. This? This little thing wasn't a sibling-she was a baby. And yet, despite all his grumbling, he still found himself staring at her when nobody was looking.

Perfection is everything Yekaterina Romanoff is. She's perfect in every way that a person can be from everything down to the way she walked and braided her hair each morning, to the genetic markup of the cells inside her and the blood flowing through her veins. She was made with a specific reason, to be the best, and she was made by using the best both the Red Room and HYDRA had. She was the best, she was perfect in everything she did. That was until she was forced to work with The Winter Solider, the man who helped fuel her creation by giving her half of his DNA, to kill Captain America only for the plan to crumble when he remembers who he is. Leaving Katya with an unfinished mission, and on the run with her father.

❝ your allies will die or go mad. you'll never know whom to trust. you'll never have a normal relationship. and if you do find love, as impossible as it is, you must remember one rule. the most important rule: never have kids. NEVER. ❞ - n.r. COVERS CAPTAIN AMERICA : THE WINTER SOLDIER BOOK 1 in PLAN B trilogy BOOK 3 in LEGACY series ( COPYRIGHT! - aka - DO NOT STEAL! ) illisius Ⓒ 2017 & , marvel

MATADOR ˗ˏˋ ✹ ˎˊ˗ EDEN was born in the cold- not just the snowbound Hydra base where she lives, but in the silence between screams, in the sterile space of loyalty and obedience. Eden had never known the world beyond orders and missions, praise and punishment. To her, Hydra was home. Being the good soldier is the only dream she was allowed to have. But dreams fade. With a soldier for a father she's never truly met and a voice in her head that never shuts up, Eden was beginning to see things- wrong things. Kindness. Doubt. Mercy. And when Eden and the Winter Soldier go on a mission where things aren't what they seemed, something in her began to splinter. She didn't know his name. She didn't know his past. But the truth was coming. [a marvel cinematic universe fanfiction.] [bucky father x childoc] pre-the winter soldier - ??? [started writing :: 17 / 5 / 25] [published :: 21 / 5 / 25] [finished :: ] do not copy my work.

One thing Mazzy Stark has always found peculiar is how her scraped knees always seem to heal within a few measly seconds while the other kids have scabs over their knees for several days. Her dad always says it's medicine, but Mazzy isn't so sure about that. It isn't until Mazzy is faced with a familiar metal-armed man that she begins to realize that it isn't medicine that makes her the way she is; it is a little, red star and a man with a crooked smile. • ⚠️ This book has mature themes, like anything else you might see in a typical Marvel movie.⚠️ Updates set in Captain America: Civil War. If there are any typos/errors, please don't hesitate to point them out so I can fix them! Comments are appreciated! Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff is a monster. She doesn't love, she doesn't care. She doesn't let herself feel anything. She simply avoids mirrors like the plague to avoid seeing a plain reflection of the awfulness of her past. Because that's who she's become. Redemption is just a cover. All she can do is manipulate her own feelings to feel like, maybe, she might belong here in S.H.I.E.L.D.. And as she struggles to make sense of her own twisted life and actions, Natasha would be damned to meet someone whose entire being reflects her own. Except that someone is a seven year old girl, and she's so much worse than anything she could have imagined.