Its been around two weeks since I met the guy with the red star. And I believe its safe to say he has some what warmed up to me. He's been telling me about his time being the so-called "Winter Soldier" and he absolutely seem so miserable about it. He has told me about his missions, about Hydra, about the man on the bridge, about how he supposedly knew him as "Bucky". Feeling sympathetic towards him, I returned the gesture and told him about my days with the Ravagers. At first he seemed skeptical, obviously not believing me, but after I showed him my gadgets and gismos it quickly turned into bewilderment.
At the moment, Bucky has been sitting on the couch with his usual deadpan expression on his face.
We decided, well I insisted on until he agreed, to go out for lunch. When we met each other, he was against going outside, I guess still feeling a bit paranoid and I couldn't blame him.
I adjusted my light blue cardigan over my white sun dress and quickly grabbed my black purse before stepping into the living room where he awaited me.
"Ready?" I asked as he stood up and gave me an annoyed look. "Ive been ready for the past hour" He mumbled as we both walked out the door, he then locked the door and soon excited the building.
It was a nice, warm sunny day with a light breeze. Like always, Bucky was wearing his cap, trying to hide his face. He was also wearing a black jacket with a with a dark green shirt under, and dark blue jeans.
"What do you feel like eating? We can go to this cute café near by~" I joyfully said which only caused him to shrug.
"I'll have a glass of lemonade please~" I said to the waitress. She jotted down in her little flip note book and then turned to Bucky who only stared at her. She then gave him a nervous look and glanced at me. "He'll have a cup of coffee" I gave her a apologetic look and she walked away getting our drinks. "Would it kill you to be at least a little nice?!" I scolded giving him a small glare which he returned. "I don't understand why we couldn't just eat at home?" He grumbled, taking in his surroundings. His comment made me give him a huge grin and laughed. "At home? You mean my home? Is Bucky getting all cozy with me now?" He gave me a death glare and mumbled incoherently under his breath. As we finished our food, Bucky had a look of surprise. I turned to look at what he was staring at, and in a table near by there was a cute blond guy sipping on a cup of coffee. The blond man was accompanied by a guy with brown short hair, wearing a sharp looking suit with a pair of shades covering his eyes. From watching T.V I instantly new that the brown haired man was non other than Anthony Stark, owner of Stark Tower, or now called, Avengers Tower.
"Why are we staring at him? I understand his looks are beyond godly but have some control Bucky" I snickered, but he seemed to ignore my comment, which was odd, he usually gives me a glare or a rude side comment, so something was defiantly wrong. "Bucky are you okay? Do you know him?" I questioned worriedly. I took his hand that was resting on the table and gave it a gently squeeze.
"That's the man from the bridge" I looked at him shocked, and turned to face the blond man again. This man knows about Bucky, he FOUGHT Bucky. "Bucky maybe you should go talk to him" I suggested. Bucky shook his head and quickly got up from his seat which made me get up to. I stepped closer to him and grabbed his arm gently. "Bucky you're freaking me out, If he knows you he can help, but if you don't want to, I wont pressure into doing anything you don't want" Bucky stared at me and gave a small nod before he pulled away from my grasp. "I'll see you later" He softly mumbled as he turned around and walked away. "Hey wait where are you going?!, I still need to pay" I mumbled the last part as I fumbled through my purse, looking for my wallet. "Dammit Bucky" I threw some money on the table and quickly tuned around to follow Bucky but instead came face to face with the brown haired man. "It's a shame watching a fine young woman like yourself being ditched, perhaps youd like to join me? Im much better company" Stark said smugly. I gave him a look of astonishment and a bit of disgust. Was this guy hitting on me? I've seen Peter do this to quiet a few gals and it never stopped feeling uncomfortable, this guy reminded me a lot of Peter. I was so baffled I didn't know what to say, but luckly the blond interfered.

"Sorry, my friend here has no manners" He said and gave me a warm smile which caused me to blush. This guy looks handsome from afar but now that I looked at him up close, he really was like a god. He politely stuck out his hand, waiting for me to shake it he introduced himself. "Im Steve Rogers and this is-" "Tony Stark, not that you didn't know" Stark interrupted and he took my hand from my side and placed it up to his mouth, kissing it. I gave him an uncomfortable look and quickly pulled away. I then took Steve's waiting hand and shook it gently. "Marie Margaret Lehnsherr, pleasure" I said trying to act not so shy but failed. "By the sound of your last name, your German?" He mused in, sounding interested. I gave him a small laugh and shook my head. "No, but my father is German, adoptive" I explained. All the while I noticed Stark keeping quiet, which was odd, I didn't personally know the man but from T.V and magazines, this guy wasn't the typical quiet type that kept to himself.
"Miss Lehnsherr if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your actual parents?" Stark butted in once again. Steve gave him a glare which Stark just ignored. "Tony that's a bit rude don't you think?" Steve said sounding unsurprised of his friend's actions. I looked at Tony and answered "They were both murdered, why do you ask?" I didn't see any harm in telling him, maybe he was just curious?
He shrugged and took of his shades. "No reason really. Just curiosity, Do you by any chance know their names?" Steve elbowed him in the stomach which caused Tony to grunt. I laughed at their action and shook my head. "Sorry but I do not. I guess it never really came up between me and my father" I explained. Well how could it? Considering that half the time I was with Eric we would only train before I disappeared on him.
"You just don't know how to keep your trap shut do you?" Steve asked bewildered, and they soon started bickering. As amusing as it seemed, I had to go and look for Bucky. So I excused myself from them and started to walk away. "Wait" I felt a hand grab my arm and pulled me back around.

"Stark let her go" Steve said with annoyance. He gave me an apologetic look. "I know you" Tony stated as he then proceeded to drag me to who knows where.
"Let me go, I have to look for my friend" I tried getting out of his grip but he was surprisingly strong. "Stark knock it off" Steve placed his hand on Stark's chest causing him to stop. Stark rolled his eyes then looked at me with a serious face. "You've got to trust me, okay?" I stared at him for a while, he seemed really honest about it so I gave in, what's the worst that can happen, right?
I slowly nodded my head and we continued off, dragging me to what I believed was the Avengers tower, with a confused and angry Steve behind.

"I need a blood sample" He stated nonchalantly. Steve and myself were seated on a couch, in the Stark pent. Tony got out of his fancy looking suit and into something more comfortable, a t-shirt and jeans. He was behind the bar, making himself a drink as he explained as to why he dragged me here. "Drink?" He offered which I rejected, as I looked at my watch. "Its not even noon" I stated and he ignored me.
"Why exactly do you need her, blood?" Steve chimed, sounding confused and disgusted. I could only nod in agreement. Tony made his way to us and sat in between me and Steve. "Didn't I tell you to trust me? Now hold still" Tony had a bottle of rubbing Alcohol, some cottons and a syringe on the coffee table. He places his glass of who knows what on it, and picked up the cotton that had the alcohol.
"Now hold still okay, it'll just, pinch" He rubbed the cotton onto my arm, and that's when I started feeling nervous. "Um im not so sure about this" I said nervously causing Stark to roll his eyes. All Steve could do is give me an apologetic look. He then took the syringe and poked me with it. "Oh sweet baby Jesus" I squealed and closed my eyes. When it comes to syringes, I wasn't the bravest. When he finished, he placed some of the blood sample into some weird tech looking device. "Jarvis start the process" Stark called out to no one and I looked at him weirdly. "Already started Sir" A british male voice called out and I looked around the room. "Artificial Intelligence" Tony said. "Diagnosis complete, results acquired, blood sample 100 compatible" I looed at Tony to see him frozen, then he muttered "I knew it" and turned to me. "You wanna tell us whats going on Stark" Steve called out looking a bit mad.
"When I was 21, I remember getting the news of my parents dying. They were supposedly in a car crash-"

"We found out it was Hydra's doing" Steve interrupted which earned a glare from Stark, He then stood up and walked around the room and all I could do is follow him with my eyes.

"It happened while they were on their way to Rhode Island" He continued. "Rhode Island? That's where my parents got killed" I blurted out giving Steve a skeptical look then turned to Stark again.
"The thing is that my parents weren't alone" He paused. "They took my sister, she was 1 at the time, and when the incident happened I assumed she died along with them" He then stopped in front of me. "But part of me knew that wasn't the case, part of me believed that she was still out there" He finished then kneeled to my level. What the hell was he trying to say?
"Eric Lehnsherr is my father" I stated, trying not to panic. This couldn't be possible. "Yea, he took you in, but OUR parents died" He explained which caused me to stand up immediately. "This isnt true" I yelled while looking at the ground, fighting back tears. "I ran the tests!" He said a bit louder. "I have a brother! And his name is Peter! I don't even know you!" I screamed taking a couple of steps to get away for him.
Tony looked a bit hurt but tried to reason. "You were named after our mother Maria! And after my father's friend Peggy" He sighed. All Steve could do is look back and forth between us, looking shocked and not knowing what to do.
"You were born a Stark" And with that I ran out the room into the elevator.
"Take me to the 1st floor" I sobbed, tears now escaping my eyes. "But Ms. Stark-" "NOW!!" I yelled.

I needed to get back home, I needed to get back to Bucky. But first, I needed answers and I knew who exactly to get them from.

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