Be There (Ross Lynch Fanfiction)

Be There (Ross Lynch Fanfiction)

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Hi. I'm Cassadee. Ever heard of James Bond? You know, 007? The guy who goes on crazy missions, and always manages to come back some miraculous way? Yeah. Me too. Except, technically, I'm not allowed to call him James. I know him as Dad. Ever heard of me? I bet not. Out of all, what, 27 movies about dad? Have I ever been mentioned? Once? Twice? Maybe the slightest indication that I exist? A glimpse of my dark brown hair? Yes? Maybe? Possibly? I know the answer. No. Because no one cares who Cassadee is. No one cares that Cassadee has feelings, and doesn't want to be left out of all the adventures. No one cares that Cassadee has been forgotten. Except for one. Who is that one, you might ask? I guess you'll just have to read to find out.
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You had never been saved. You had to run. You escaped the Red Room on your own. Not because the system failed. Not because someone came to your rescue. Because you chose to. Because you had the nerve. The rage. And even when you made it out, freedom felt like a new kind of cage-just bigger. You got on the Avengers' radar because someone saw what you could do. Not Natasha. Not Clint. Not Tony. It was Steve. The compound was a strange kind of haven. They didn't answer to anyone. Not to governments, not to orders. They weren't soldiers. They were a team-autonomous, rebellious, functional. You didn't know if you could fit into that. But then... then he came along. Bucky Barnes. The Soldier turned man. Quiet. Kind. Brutal. Careful. He wasn't afraid of you. And you didn't know what to do with that.

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