Summary: You’ve been trying to scare your boyfriend for weeks
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Literally none. It’s just fluff.
Prompt: “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” Will be in bold
Word Count: 427 (Sorry it’s short)
Note: This is for @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam 200 writing challenge! Congratulations! P.s. I’m sorry this is really short and not very well written! I’ve had such bad writers block with this story and just threw it together tonight.
You’ve been trying to scare your boyfriend, Bucky, for weeks now. You’ve tried everything; Tip-toeing, waiting in your room with the lights off, You even tried to have the team distract him while you sneaked up behind him, but none of your plans have worked so far. It seems impossible to creep up on him, with his enhanced hearing and years of training he hears everything. Everything. You’re desperate to surprise him at least once in your life.
So when you hear the shower turn off and your boyfriend humming to himself in the bathroom, a childish plan forms in your mind and you can’t help but giggle to yourself. Hollering at him, you walk towards the front door. “Babe, I’m running to the store! I’ll be back in a bit!”
“Okay! Get me some moose tracks while you’re there please?”
“Kay, I will!” you yell, walking to the door, you open it before closing it loudly again.
Tip-toeing back into the bedroom of your apartment you step into the closet, closing the door so you can just barely peek out.
A few minutes later Bucky emerges from the bathroom, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, still humming a quiet tune you can’t place. You hold your breath and wait excitedly for the opportune moment. Bucky walks towards the bed, standing with his back to you as he slips a black fitted t-shirt over his head and pulls it over his toned body.
Seizing the moment, you pounce from the closet. “AAAAAA,” you yell, tackling him from behind, both of you landing in a confusing tangle of limbs on the bed.
“Oh my god, doll!” Bucky gasps, “You almost gave me a heart attack!” He huffs indignantly, as you collapse in a fit of laughter. Rolling he pins you beneath him. “You are going to regret that, Missy,” He growls playfully.
“Oh am I, Soldier? I don’t think I will ever regret that,” you huff, giggling quietly.
“Where have you been all my life?” He sighs gently. “I think I’ve been hiding from you.” You murmur, giving him a cheeky smile and pulling a low chuckle from him. “Well, now that I found you, you’re stuck here. So whatcha gonna do about that, princess?” He grins.
“This.” Moving your hands, you tickle his sides, causing him to yelp in surprise and pull away from you. Rolling off the bed, you streak down the hallway, laughing when heavy steps chase you. You can hear the grin in his voice when he shouts, “You’re gonna get it now!”
A/N: This in my entry to @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam 200 follower challenge. My prompt was “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs." it's not directly quotes but it fits the theme of the drabble. Hope you like it and congrats.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Maybe, sort of, Kind of Angst idk my dudes
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Your breath hitched and pulse rose from the sight of him. His smile seemlessly sucking the air from your lungs and turning it to a heavy red steam that raced up your neck and fell to your cheeks.
He was enamoring. The way his slick voice cut straight threw the thick tention in the room as he cooed soft sweet nothings in your ear.
It seemed his warm colored hair and ashy blue eyes grew a stronger hold on you as the night withered away. Every second so easily lost, slipping from the wrinkles of his smile and tint of his lips.
It felt a midsummer nights dream. Silent last moments spent with bodies pressed together, often so close the heat rolled off his skin and onto yours. The silence held peace and the peace was inviting and warm. The feeling was everlasting.
infinite even.
But moments fade hastefully in the dead of night while you lay asleep, another victim to the inevitability of slumber.
It was cold, empty and uninviting. The morning contrasting heavily with the bliss of the events from last night.
But still His lips left the taste of summer honeysuckles, reminisce of sweetness lingering on your tongue. The feel of his phantom fingers still pressed deeply into your soft skin, even after their presents were gone, even after all of him was gone.
The shadows on the walls still danced in his image and the bed still warm from his figure.
No note or heartfelt goodbye, just hollow frozen space. One instant and he was gone with Part of your heart and all of your love.
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X OFC (Stella Grace Rogers).
Word count: 2678 words.
Summary: Stella Grace Rogers believed that her twin had died that day, Steve did not know that he had passed with her when he woke up until they found her, what will happen when they meet again? And when Grace meets a certain STRIKE Commander?
Warnings: None at the moment.
A/N: This is my entry to the @peterman-spideyparker‘s Kristen’s 2020 Writing Challenge! With the prompt #12:
“Hey, I know you’re hurting…but, you’re not alone, okay?”
Also is my entry to the @crushedbyhyperbole ‘s Cloudy’s 200 Follower Hyperbole Challenge with the Hyperbole dialogue prompt #24:
“I’d rather stab myself in the eye than look at you for one minute longer”
And my entry to the @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam ‘s 200 Celebration Writing Challenge with the Movie/Series/Book quote prompts #3 and #21 and the dialogue prompt #12:
A: “No weapons. No friends. No hope. Take all that away, and what is left?”
B: “Me”
“At the end of the day, you’re a garden rose, and that bitch is a weed”
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage”
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2012
Steve had searched for her in many places without success, he could not deny that he felt incomplete, practically all their lives they had been together, if something bad had happened to him it was his fault ... for having insisted on joining the army ... if he had never done so...
As soon as he received the news, he was afraid that it would be completed with the word “dead”.
"How do you know it is her?"
"From the photos, Cap, it's in the files," Fury explained.
What had happened to her then?
"We can do the DNA analysis to make sure if you want," Maria suggested.
"It is not necessary, I could recognize her anywhere, and she is special ... at least for me”
"That is clear to us, Cap, that's the reason we notified you immediately," Nick said.
“Is she…?”
He didn't dare say it, but needed to know if she was dead… he would have to see how to get on with his life, although he wasn't sure if he could recover from that news.
"She is alive, it seems in perfect condition, in fact, she seems asleep," Maria said.
Steve sighed more calmly, they were both fulfilling the promise they made when they were children.
"What happened to her?" Steve asked.
“We do not know”.
"I can't help wondering how took the news of what happened to me when they told her, sometimes I came to believe she become angry, gone and continued her life in the shadows," Steve confessed.
"As soon as she wakes she'll tell us," Nick assured.
Since Steve woke up, he felt incomplete, nothing was the same without Grace, his twin, surely she had felt the same after what had happened to him, and would she forgive him?
At first, he thought that she had continued with her life, which pleased him but at the same time saddened him, since all his life -until before he fell on the ice- they had been together, even before being born having shared the womb.
There was a constant thought in his head from the first day, maybe she had a family if so he would love to meet her children and grandchildren, to ask them how her life had been like, would she have found a good partner who will take care of her and love her?
That thought made him laugh, Grace was the one who always took care of him and defended him, even though she was only twenty minutes younger than him, although when they both got into trouble Bucky was the one who came to rescue them.
He missed both of them so much, Bucky was dead ... but he didn't know what had happened to her, he had been looking everywhere, the History books only referred to him, they didn't mention anything about Grace, not finding the information became concerned, it was as if they had wanted to erase the existence of his sister from the face of the Earth until he searched the S.H.I.E.L.D. files, there he found the news that she had also disappeared four months after he searched everywhere, he did not find it.
But now the Agency had found her and he was urged to wake up; if he was with his twin then everything else would be easier
From that moment in which Steve received the news he had not separated from her, he better than anyone knew the shock that it would be to wake up at this time for her too, he knew her perfectly and better than anyone.
The favorite song was playing in the room, Grace began to think that maybe everything that had happened had been a nightmare the last thing she remembered, if she woke up she would be without her twin, turning to feel miserable and incomplete, having to deal with a lot of things that she did not want, looking for a way to escape the proposal that had been made to her, so it was not such a good idea to wake up, although she could not be asleep all her life either.
She opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust them to the light, suddenly she seemed to see a familiar figure, she blinked several times to be able to focus, when she saw who was in front of her, she got out of bed practically with a jump, she could not believe it, surely she was dreaming or hallucinating.
"Grace, calm down, it's me, Stevie," he said cautiously.
"No, no, it's a hallucination, you're dead, and this is not possible."
"No, wait, let me explain," Steve asked.
"Or maybe I'm dead, I'm in heaven and that's why you're here," the girl murmured without moving.
Steve approached her to try to reassure her.
"It's me, seriously, I'm alive and so are you," his twin assured him.
He took her hand carefully, knew what kind of reaction he might have, didn't want to upset her anymore, she squeezed him.
“Stevie? How? That day the communication was cut, I think you could not hear me, then they told me that they did not know where the ship you were on had fallen, “Grace said.
“It is difficult to explain, I have many things to tell you and none is easy.”
"Are you really real?"
Grace hugged her twin, she needed to check that it was indeed neither a dream nor an illusion. Many times she had had that dream, but it was only that, when they separated, she smiled when she saw that he was still there.
"Simmons will come to check on you, I have to tell you that you are awake," he informed her.
“Simmons?”
"She is one of the best scientists in S.H.I.E.L.D., I think you will feel comfortable if it is her."
“S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
It was obvious that she didn't know what his brother was talking about.
“Now that's how the Strategic Scientific Reserve is known. I'll update you soon, okay?”
“Why does she want to check me?”
“We were almost 70 years missing.”
“What!? How did I survive? ”Grace asked.
"I don't know, but she needs to check that you don't have any damage, so wait here a moment, I'll go for her."
Grace sat on the edge of the bed, she still didn't understand what had happened, and she wasn't even sure what had happened, someone knocked on the door to get her out of her thoughts.
“Ahead.”
"Lieutenant Rogers, I am Jemma Simmons," the scientist introduced herself.
"You have her accent," Grace said without thinking.
“Pardon?”
Grace looked her in the eyes, she feared there was the possibility that she was a relative of that woman, however, Jemma's eyes gave off something different, she was probably wrong, and then she would investigate.
"No, nothing. I just seem to have the same accent as someone who tried to make life impossible for me in the past."
Jemma nodded, she didn't know who she was referring to.
"I hope that person has had a due," said the scientist.
“I hope so too.”
Jack entered the gym, he had just found out. They would probably have a meeting soon to find out the plan to follow.
"Rogers' sister woke up," Rollins reported.
“So?”
Brock did not stop training, he had never understood why that news caused such a stir.
“Do you think she knows anything about HYDRA?” Jack asked him.
"I don't think she knows more than Rogers, I'm satisfied that I'm not as unbearable as he is," Brock replied.
After the check, Steve entered again.
"I already spoke to Fury, you will go with me to my apartment."
“Do you have a apartment? And who is this Fury guy? ”Grace asked.
"The director," Nick said entering.
After introducing themselves, they left, Grace looked excitedly around her, many things had changed, she did not know if she would be able to adapt. When she entered the apartment she was frozen.
"What is all this?" She asked, astonished to see so many electrical devices.
"Welcome to the modern age, lil’ sis’."
"I think I would have preferred to die."
"Oh come on, it's not that difficult."
"Please tell me I don't have to do that horrible red lipstick again and promote a perfect image," he said, holding his breath.
Steve smiled, he knew how much he hated that lipstick that forced them to wear in the Army.
“At this time you can put on makeup as you like, I think you will like the new century.
“And the war?” Grace asked suddenly.
“They told we won”
“Are there no more wars?”
“Enemies remain, now we protect the Earth if you want you can unite”
“What if they are going to listen and take me into account?” She asked nervously.
She hated the "position" that had been assigned to him, she was never more than an ornament, they never let her make decisions or be in battle, and they always listened to Steve.
” Things are very different now, I promise you.”
There was a knock on the door of the apartment, Steve went to see and a few minutes later he returned to where he had left Grace, who was curiously watching the television screen.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked, still looking at the screen.
“With Kate, the neighbor; she’s a nurse, “Steve replied.
Grace immediately turned to Steve and watched him.
“Really?”
She did not like something, she was going to find out who that woman was.
The last two days had been very stressful, everything was completely different, while Steve was attending to some affairs, she went to the gym, looked indecisively at the punching bag.
"We also have weights," said a male voice behind her.
She was startled to hear it and turned around, Brock was shocked, he had seen the photos, but seeing her in person… she was more beautiful.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you First Lieutenant Rogers."
Grace smiled, they knew her, and they finally knew who she was.
“And you are? “She asked intrigued
“Brock Rumlow, STRIKE Team Commander.”
Brock reached out his hand, she shook it.
"Call me Grace, you have been with me working with brother, right?"
“Yeah, we have had several missions together.”
"I’m sure you hate him," Grace joked.
“Are you as bossy as he is?
"I am worse."
They both laughed.
"Grace, Fury wants to tal ..."
He fell silent when he saw the scene he was witnessing.
"I see you already know each other," Steve finally said.
After leaving Fury's office, they met Nat in the hallway.
"She is Natasha Romanoff."
"Grace Rogers."
"If you need to talk to a girl, you can find me," offered the Russian.
Brock took the report that he hadn't even read and signed it, he felt a little strange, he wasn't sure that something like this had happened to him before, what was he feeling?
He could not stop thinking about Grace Rogers, she seemed to him a very beautiful girl, he wanted to see those blue eyes again, he was sure that they reflected an innocence that he did not think he had ever seen before in his life.
To be honest, if he couldn't conquer her, at least he was content to have sex with her.
He was the third recruit Grace has given me to the hospital in that training.
“Hey, calm down, I think this is how far training goes.”
If she continued like this, the team would probably run out of members.
"I'm fine," the girl attacked.
"You don't look it," Brock replied.
He approached her and took her arm.
“What’s going on?” she barked.
“Hey, I know you're hurt… but, you're not alone, okay?”
"It's all very confusing, I ... is weird ... Steve managed, but I'm not sure I can do it," Grace confessed.
Brock was surprised, he didn't expect such an honest response.
"I can help you if you want," he offered.
He never expected that such an opportunity will present itself.
"Stevie, I don't like the way you get along with the neighbor," Grace complained as she took the cake out of the oven.
"Oh Gracie, come on, she's a good person," Steve defended.
"If you say so, I'll go get my clothes."
“Need help?”
"I can do it by myself and don't even think about touching the cake, I haven't finished decorating it yet," she warned.
She found her torn clothes, knew who was to blame, tried to calm down, Kate reminded him a lot of that woman.
She went to Kate's apartment and knocked on the door, she was going to end that situation once and for all.
"What?" Kate said when she saw her open the door.
“Why did you do it?” Grace asked, showing him the clothes.
"No one wants you here”
“Are you going to prohibit me from living with my brother?”
"I'll figure the way to he kicks you out."
Both women began to argue.
"And for that reason, everyone preferred your brother," Kate said maliciously.
"I'd rather stab myself in the eye than look at you for one minute longer"
Kate closed the door angrily, Grace made a gesture of exasperation and headed towards the apartment just as Steve opened the door.
"What happened?" He asked in dismay.
"Look what your girlfriend did to my clothes," Grace replied aggressively as she showed him the clothes.
“Gracie, to begin she is not my girlfriend, are you sure she was?
“Who else could it be? She hates me, Stevie.”
"Come on, I'm sure you caused it, it's not the first time something like this has happened" Steve defended her.
Grace knew what her brother was referring to, they had had a similar fight in the past.
"Forget it," Grace said.
He tossed Steve's clothes, turned around, and started walking toward the stairs.
“Grace! I didn't mean...”
She ignored his brother and continued walking towards the stairs when he ran into Brock on the stairs, he seemed to have witnessed what happened.
"Brock ... I ... how much did you see?"
“The complete scene”.
“Oh no...”
"At the end of the day, you're a garden rose, and that bitch is a weed"
Grace laughed, at least it seemed like she had someone on her side.
"You are right, what happened?"
"What are you doing here, Rumlow?" Steve asked.
He was going to reach her when he found them.
"I came to leave you some documents."
"I just made a cake, come with me to try it," Grace offered.
"You said it wasn't ready yet," Steve complained.
"I said I wasn't finished decorating it."
Grace tugged on Brock's arm, who was not going to refuse, somehow he was pleased with the situation. Steve shuffled after them.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked, intercepting his twin.
"You owe me and you know it, consider that we are even."
Steve sighed, he didn't have much choice.
"I didn't know you know how to cook," Brock commented when he had the plate with the slice in front of him.
“I used to do it before entering the Army, we had to learn because mom worked most of the day, although Steve always burned food”.
"Grace," Steve warned.
"I am a better chef than you, star spangled man with a plan," Grace scoffed.
"You weren't complaining before," Steve attacked.
"It was eating it or starve to death when I was sick," Grace countered.
"Grace, enough," Steve said.
"Sorry, li’ bro’," Grace said sarcastically.
Brock was trying not to laugh.
Brooklyn, January 1918
Sarah Rogers was at the station to say goodbye to her husband, who would go to war.
"You know I don't want to go and leave you in this state," Joseph said apologetically.
"Duty calls you, we'll be fine, I'll write you letters every week so you know how we are and just return home safely," Sarah asked.
Sarah kissed Joseph goodbye, who boarded the train that would take him to his destination to participate in the war.
Summary: You are Strange's apprentice. You happen to be in love with him. One day you find a courage to inform him about your feelings.
Warnings: none
Words: 1364
Authors: Cass
A/N: Story written for @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam writing challenge. My Prompt was: “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
Another day seemed so boring from the very beginning, yet you had promised yourself that you will no cross it out before the end.
Being an apprentice of doctor Strange himself wasn't an easy task to perform.
The man was moody, and sometimes you were having enough of him. Yet no matter how hard he was on you, you were always coming back to him.
It occasionally felt like babysitting a child that lacks of self-control though.
That day couldn't get any worse, you though to yourself after getting downstairs to the large room filled with books. You froze as soon as you passed the threshold.
A huge pile of new books was awaiting on the long, wooden desk.
Of course, he left me the worst job to do, as always, you though, closing eyes shut for a brief moment.
Then, you started to catalogue the books.
"I can see you finally decided to get up and start your duties, Y/N." Stephen said walking into the room.
Stephen took you from Kamar-Taj after everything that happened.
You were a promising student, so promising that the Ancient One herself was training you but after she was gone you were left all alone.
He didn't want you to stay there.
He was hard on you and it was completely on purpose, Stephen tried to do whatever you could to make you work hard on yourself and your skills.
You stopped yourself from snapping back in a response, instead you nodded your head slightly. "I'm sorry, Master Strange, I sat too long with a book yesterday's evening and I overslept," breif information was recited smoothly like you would have prepared it before. "As I can see, you've gotten new books for our library, Master."
"I told you to not call me Master, I am indeed your teacher but we aren't in Kamar-Taj anymore," Stephen looked at pile of books, nodding. "I got the for you, those should be fine for your level of knowledge. They are perfect unless you sleep while reading them." He joked, teasing you.
Stephen's cloak floated to you slowly and looked over your shoulder on all of the gathered books.
You petted the cloak gently like you would be petting a little bunny. "Where should I put them? Am I free to decide or do you have some idea?," You asked Strange not looking at him.
You felt his glance on your features, but you didn't dare to give him a look. "Do you want me to bring you the manuscripts I've found in the library recently?"
He nodded, looking at you. "Yeah, that would be nice. I need to take a look at them."
Stephen knew about your feelings torward him, he spend a lot of this with you and he wasn't blind but afterall he could be mistaken. That's why he never did any move when it comes to you, he Stephen waited at you.
"And you can even take them to your room. Like I said, I got the books just for you. I already have read them."
"Of course, Stephen," you told him.
_______
Moving books to your room took you almost an hour. Some of them were pretty heavily, and even with the help offered by cloak, the job was hard.
_____
At the evening, after you finished your meditation session, you've gathered the manuscripts and headed towards Stephen's chamber.
Stephen was busy when you came to his room, so only his cloak floated toward you and wrapped itself around you in a greeting movement.
Strange flipped the page and looked up from his book, rubbing his eyes. "Ah, the manuscripts. I forgot about them." He muttered, sitting straight in his seat. "Thank you, Y/N. Without your help I would get lost long time ago."
You nodded briefly and smiled at him. "Don't say that, you would manage well even without me."
"You think so? Because I am more than sure you are really wrong." He chuckled and closed the book to pay full attention to you.
You put the manuscripts on the top of his desk and took a step backwards. "You're a great Doctor Strange. You're the Stone Protector," you sounded like you would be lecturing him.
Stephen laughed. "I may be a stone protector but I am not a doctor anymore. Not a real one, that's for sure, this kinda ended up my career." He said looking at his hands. "Or maybe it was my stupidity. That's why I make sure to work hard on you."
"I think it wasn't a stupidity but rather a high self-esteem and uppity nature...," You told him trying your best to keep your face straight.
Stephen smiled at you but then he leaned his elbows on the desk. "You know, I noticed a shift in your behaviour."
"A shift on my behaviour?," You asked and tilted your head, crossing arms behind your back. "I am afraid I don't understand."
"And who told you that?" He simply asked, looking at you with a frown. "Why I wouldn't be keen on my own idea?" Stephen smiled mysteriously.
You frowned and cocked your brow. "It was your.... I thought... The Ancient One... Her idea was..."
"Her plan was to teach you, indeed. She couldn't predict that all of this will happen." Stephen shrugged. "I took you here because I didn't want you to stay at Kamar-Taj alone."
He cares for me, he really does, you thought to yourself, and placed hand to your chest. "I understand, sir..."
"I took you in, even if I am not a good teacher. I didn't want you to waste your potential and I didn't really want to be alone here though." Stephen explained.
You nodded. "I understand." You bowed head a little and walked back to the door to leave his chamber, yet you stopped with palm placed on the doorknob. "Stephen...," You turned your head towards him.
Stephen took one of the manuscripts and looked at it briefly before his attention returned to you. "What is it, Y/N?"
"There's something you need to know...," You whispered and turned towards him fully. “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed... So I'll tell you now... I think I'm in love with you..."
"Come here, young apprentice." He told you simply.
You walked to him trying to hide the blush but failed on that.
Strange got up from his seat and grabbed your hand. "I was hoping you will say that because I can say that you're dear to me too, Y/N."
"No!," You pulled your hand out of his grasp. "Impossible. You're an important figure while I am no one."
Stephen looked at you surprised, he did not expect such a reaction. "Does it really matter who are we? If not the stone I would be no one."
"You're someone even before the Stone," you told him in a serious tone. "You were saving people's lives, and now you're the protector of the Stone. And I am here only because our destinies were somehow tangled together by a coincidence...," You looked down to your feet.
"So... You know those are our destinies, yet you refuse to accept them? Am I really that bad, Y/N?" Before Stephen could say or do anything the cloak wrapped itself tightly around you two as if it was happy.
The sudden movement of the cloak made you giggle nervously.
The material tightened around two of you, pushing you closer to one another, so in the end you had to wrap your arms around Stephen's waist.
"Cloak! You're incorrigible!," You chuckled softly, and gasped through parted lips as you smelled Stephen's cologne.
Stephen laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer. "Well, I think the cloak doesn't care what we think. It just wants us to be together, and be aware that the cloak isn't the only one that think like this."
You dared to tap his nose. "We'll see what future holds for us," you told him as you slipped out from his embrace. You stopped by the door. "Good night, Stephen. Don't be long, another day is about to come."
This is for my amazing friends @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam (Laura's) 200 followers writing challenge CONGRATS babe. I had the prompt "There is no pretending, I love you until I die, and if there´s a life after that, I`ll love you then." I hope you like it.
Summary: The beginning of EndGame as Tony and y/n's last moments are upon them, they say their final goodbyes
Reader X Bucky, Reader X Tony (platonic)
Warning: ANGST, Mention of death
Not my gif
Though you have not known much of beauty, standing in the presence of all existence, in the wake of your inevitable demise. you can't help but be overwhelmed by the infinite and limitlessness of space. Its breath-taking beauty and vast endless form births a growing dread that lives in your chest and devours you whole.
How minuscule you are, just one person, one being on this wide open plane of nothingness but how intimate it is, starring into space as it stares back.
Your thoughts are disturbed by a haunting moan and creak that sends shivers down your arms. 22 days, 22 days floating aimlessly through space. All efforts to repair this alien ship had failed and according to Tony's calculations your air supply will run out by morning.
The passing of time was a thief, each tick on your watch took with it another breath. Another breath like seconds was gone forever, left in the past and never returned.
Each day Tony took a moment or two to record messages to Pepper, his one true love. He knew that these messages might never make it to her but it was his little ounce of hope to hold onto.
You wished desperately to have that, hope, hope that even if you died, your one true love would know you never stopped thinking of him, dreaming of him, and missing him.
This night, your last night you watched from a distance still able to make out Tony's message. Every word burned deep in you, tears poured like steams down your face till the ship grew silent. You looked up with pain heavy in your chest meeting Tony's gaze. His lips softly curled to one side with an empathetic smile. Not once had you seen Tony smile in these long 3 weeks in space, even though it was riddled with pity it was nice to see.
You took a few steps towards Tony, finding a spot beside him. You looked deep into the warm maple and cold whiskey pools that were his eyes. In sync you both nodded as he veered your hand underneath the broken mask to a small circular button that rested around the mouth of it
The sound of small gears and fans turning inside of it have signaled that it was barely working and clinging onto its last minutes just as you and Tony were. You cleared your throat and closed your eyes as your final words slip.
" James I tried to be strong, to have hope like you always asked of me but sitting here, on my last breath. I can't keep fooling myself. there is no pretending, I love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then. When I drift off I'll be dreaming of you."
Pushing that same circular button you rested your head on Tony's shoulder. You let out a heart aching sobs as soon as the helmets light dissipated and faded off to darkness. Tony placed his arm on your shoulder pulling you between his spread legs into him till your face was nuzzled onto his chest.
He was always kind to you but to show you such comfort like this while he himself was falling apart was beyond his duties as a friend. It was proof that Tony Stark does have a heart.
He placed his chin on your head and slowly swayed you back and forth humming, till he stood still as ice. His heart had stopped and you cried out till all the oxygen in your lungs left.
Breathless, you mouthed Bucky's name over and over till you drifted off in Tony's lifeless arms dreaming of your sweet Sergeant, Bucky.
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X OFC (Stella Grace Rogers).
Word count: 1952 words.
Summary: Stella Grace Rogers believed that her twin had died that day, Steve did not know that he had passed with her when he woke up until they found her, what will happen when they meet again? And when Grace meets a certain STRIKE Commander?
Warnings: None at the moment.
A/N: This is the second part of my entry to the @peterman-spideyparker‘s Kristen’s 2020 Writing Challenge! and @crushedbyhyperbole ‘s Cloudy’s 200 Follower Hyperbole Challenge
And my entry to the @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam ‘s 200 Celebration Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #12:
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage”
Also, I investigate a lot about History between 1916-1945, so a lot of parts are based on real things at that time. In this chapter, boys and girls went to separate schools, so they learned different things according to their gender, yeah I know sexism sucks.
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.
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Part I Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
Brooklyn, May 1918
Sarah was preparing to go to work in the hospital, it was the last weeks before she was given a month off for the birth of her babies, at least that was one of the doctors where she works, Joseph seemed excited by the news when he wrote the letter, although now that she thought about it, she hadn't received a letter that week, she assumed the mail was late.
She was about to grab her bag to leave the house when someone knocked on the door, she went to open it
"Sarah Rogers?" The man asked.
"It's me," she replied.
Her heart sank at the sight of the soldier at the door, perhaps Joseph was wounded and had to go see him. The soldier took a little air.
"I'm sorry for your loss," she said as she handed him a letter and a few other things.
She took the letter and read it, tears streaming out of her eyes.
JOSEPH ROGERS, HER HUSBAND WAS DEAD-
During the funeral she was inconsolable, Joseph had promised her that would return safely, they would see their babies grow together and have many children. Now she was alone and she was afraid of what she would do from now on, she didn't know if she could with everything that was about to happen.
July 1918
The pain was worse than she expected and they had told her, she missed her husband but now at that moment she wanted him to be by her side, she felt that she was dying, but she knew that she could not do it but who would take care of those babies.
"Get out a little more Sarah I can see the head, bid again," the midwife ordered.
She did and suddenly heard a cry.
"Is a little boy," someone said to him.
She smiled a little but the pain returned to her body, the baby had already left, but the other one was missing, she felt as if time had frozen, she was almost sure that the two had already left.
"The other is missing."
"What?" she asked almost breathlessly.
She felt that she was dying, the fatigue was too much, and the midwife's voice had brought her back to reality.
The next 20 minutes seemed eternal to her and every time he felt that she had less strength
"Is a beautiful girl"
She suddenly heard.
"I want to see them," she asked.
New York, 2012
Grace was looking for a notebook, she needed to make a list of the things she would buy from the supermarket, and she loved shopping, although sometimes she felt ashamed of Steve.
He saw a folder that caught his attention and he took it out, opened it, it was a file from S.H.I.E.L.D.
"She’s still alive," she asked incredulously.
She continued reading, she was upset, and after all, she had achieved her goals, although somehow she was glad that Steve had not been involved, would have been hurt and did not want him to be heartbroken.
"In the end, if she married him…I guess, I knew it."
She was sure she must have done something to keep her alive after so long, she hadn't even touched on the subject with Steve, it seemed as if somehow unspoken was forbidden for them.
"Weeds never die out," he murmured as he continued reading the file.
"Did you say something?" Steve asked.
Grace was startled, not realizing that her twin had returned. Steve saw the papers in her hand.
"I've been to visit her twice."
“Good. She must have been glad to see you.
She could not find the exact words, she had not even told him what had happened after he fell on the ice, she had practically tried to destroy her life, and she did not know how much longer she could bear to be without telling him what had happened.
"Yeah, well at first she seemed incredulous, but then we talked and she's had a happy life," said Steve.
“Seriously?”
"Come on Grace, she's good."
“If you say so.”
She didn't want to have another fight.
“Do you have the list yet?” Steve asked, changing the subject.
They bought things and Grace baked a cake, Steve's favorite.
"I missed your cakes so much, it's been a long time since you last cooked one," Steve said.
"The last one was last night before we went to the army," Grace recalled.
“It was difficult?”
“What?”
“Cook in this time.”
“Not even though you save a little time now, last time pay was much easier than this.”
“And what do you think of this time?” Steve asked suddenly.
“I must confess that too many things have changed, although I am glad that people do not recognize me, perks of being invisible.”
“Grace…”
"Come on Stevie, we both know that you were popular after the serum and I'm…well…I…I'm good at baking cakes," she said laughing
Steve thought for a while, Grace was right, she was always relegated in the army, it wasn't as if they considered her a Lieutenant or an agent, maybe they had just accepted her because he asked for it.
"By the way, Steve, do you have any information on what happened to the Commandos? I would like to read it after dinner, I still do not understand how it works the inter... Whatever that is called.”
“Internet, but yes, I have little information.
He gave the folder to his twin.
Grace was in the Triskelion gym, internally struggling to tell Steve what had happened or not.
"Lieutenant," Brock greeted.
"Grace, just tell me Grace, the Lieutenant was a lie, I didn't do anything with that position, it was just a lie," he asked.
Brock saw her without understanding, but it didn't matter, he had something else in mind.
"Sure, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a coffee shop I found next Friday afternoon," Brock said.
Grace stopped hitting the sack and turned to see him.
"Is it a date?"
Things were still confusing for her, she didn't want to misinterpret anything or make any kind of mistake.
“Yes, well if you want you can invite someone else.”
Brock wanted to hit himself, he had never been shy, he did not understand why he acted like an idiot, although he hoped that she did not invite anyone else, he did not want his plans to be ruined.
"If only you and I go and come to my house for me, I accept," Grace replied.
"Just you and me," said Brock
She kissed him on the cheek and walked to the locker room.
“Pick me up at six!”
She smiled, Steve told her that on Friday he had an interview and would return after ten at night, so she would not have to give any explanation, since she planned to return before him, without saying that she knew that he didn't get along well with Brock.
She went to Natasha's office and peeked out.
"Nat, I need your help," she asked.
“What happens?”
“I have a date, but I don't know what the protocol is, I wouldn't want to make a mistake.”
"With whom?" Nat asked interested.
"Brock."
"With Rumlow!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"Shut up, I don't want Steve to know," she said, covering her mouth.
"I'm impressed, why don't you want Steve to find out?"
“It is a long story.”
"Well I can help you choose the clothes and fix you," Nat offered.
"Sounds good, thanks."
Grace couldn't deny that she was nervous, the only dates she'd had in the past had been arranged by Bucky and were always a failure ... at least for her and Steve. It would also be something new to have one without his brother and Bucky, she hoped not to ruin the moment, but especially that Steve did not find out.
Brooklyn, 1931
Grace was outside her school waiting for her twin and Bucky to come for her, she hated going to separate schools, she went to a different one than Steve and Bucky went to, mostly because she didn't have any friends there, she was jealous that Steve at least had his friend in classes, but she was always alone at school.
She would give anything to make all three be in the same school.
She used to ignore what the other girls said about her, they always tried to provoke her and make fun of her, and she tried not to get into trouble so that her mother did not have to miss work because of her.
"She is very ugly,"
She suddenly heard.
She kept ignoring the words, bit her lower lip, and began to beg for the boys to take no longer.
"She wears cheap clothes."
"I hear your father left you to go with another woman."
“No, I heard that his mother sleeps with other men and that is why the father left, now she does it to support them.”
Grace was reaching her limit, although she did not have a family equal to theirs, she was happy with what she had, she knew that her mother was a nurse and not what the girls said.
She also knew that all of them waited until the teachers had already gone home to avoid problems, although they did not believe that they believed her.
"And his brother is unbearable, he seems in need of love,” another girl said.
"It's disgusting," one of the girls supported.
Grace narrowed her eyes, she had already reached her limit, she would not tolerate anymore.
“What did you say about my brother?” she asked, turning and approaching the group.
She could stand them talking badly about her, but not about her mom or Steve, they all treated Steve badly without really knowing him.
"What you heard silly," the girl replied maliciously.
Grace pounced on the girl, she was going to give her what she deserved so she would not mess with her family again. The others started screaming in fear.
"Don't speak ill of my family again," Grace said as she tugged at the bow that was in the girl's hair.
Steve and Bucky arrived at that time.
"Is that Grace?" Bucky asked, trying to analyze what was happening.
Steve immediately ran to the girls and tried to grab his twin.
"Grace, calm down," he asked without success.
Bucky reached out to grab Grace and pulled away from the girl
"Wild," the girl stammered.
"Are you okay? Excuse my sister," said Steve and held out his hand to help her.
"Get away from me," the girl screeched and stood up.
"We better get going," Bucky whispered to Steve without releasing grace.
“What happened?” Steve asked on the way home.
"I gave her a good lesson, she asked for it."
"Grace, you should behave like a lady, sometimes I think you get into a lot of trouble," Steve scolded her.
"Shut up, you're doing worse," Grace countered.
"You always end up like a damsel in distress ..."
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
"I didn't know you knew how to fight," Bucky commented.
"I’ve learned from you," she answered proudly.
"But what did they do to you? You can't just hit the girls just because," Steve continued scolding.
“She said horrible things about our family, about me, about mom, about you, she started.”
"Your bow and part of your dress are torn," Bucky observed.
“What?”
Grace removed her bow and checked her dress, determining that it was something that could be easily arranged around the house.
"I'll fix it before Mom gets home."
She only hoped that the next day she would not have problems at school because of the girl.
Terrible Wonders (English version/Versión en inglés)
Summary: Stella Grace Rogers believed that her twin had died that day, Steve did not know that he had passed with her when he woke up until they found her, what will happen when they meet again? And when Grace meets a certain STRIKE Commander?
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
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Terribles Maravillas (Versión en español/Spanish Version)
Sinopsis: Stella Grace Rogers creyó que su mellizo había muerto aquel día, Steve no sabía que había pasado con ella cuando él despertó hasta que la encontraron, ¿qué pasará cuando se vuelvan a reunir? ¿Y cuándo Grace conozca a cierto Comandante de STRIKE?
Parte I
Parte II
Parte III
Parte IV
Parte V
Parte VI
Parte VII
Parte VIII
Parte IX
Parte X
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Resumen: Stella Grace Rogers creyó que su mellizo había muerto aquel día, Steve no sabía que había pasado con ella cuando él despertó hasta que la encontraron, ¿qué pasará cuando se vuelvan a reunir? ¿Y cuándo Grace conozca a cierto Comandante de STRIKE?
Advertencias: Ninguna hasta el momento.
A/N: Es mi entrada para Kristen’s 2020 Writing Challenge!
Así como mi entrada para Cloudy’s 200 Follower Hyperbole Challenge
Y mi entrada para 200 Celebration Writing Challenge con el diálogo #12:
“No soy una damisela en apuros. Soy una damisela haciendo daño”
Así mismo investigué mucho acerca de la época entre 1916-1945, así que todo está de acuerdo a como en verdad era en ese tiempo, los chicos y las chicas iban en escuelas separadas dependiendo de su género era lo que aprendían, lo sé el sexismo apesta.
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Part I Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
Brooklyn, Mayo 1918
Sarah se preparaba para ir a su trabajo en el hospital, eran las últimas semanas antes de que le dieran un mes libre por el nacimiento de sus bebés, al menos eso le había dicho uno de los médicos de donde trabaja, Joseph parecía emocionado por la noticia cuando le escribió la carta, aunque ahora que lo pensaba, no había recibido ninguna carta en esa semana, suponía que el correo se había atrasado.
Estaba a punto de tomar su bolso para salir de la casa cuando alguien llamó a la puerta, ella fue abrirla
— ¿Sarah Rogers?—preguntó el hombre.
—Soy yo—respondió.
Su corazón se encogió al ver al soldado en la puerta, quizás Joseph estaba herido y tenía que irlo a ver. El soldado tomó un poco de aire.
—Lamento su pérdida—dijo mientras le daba una carta y algunas cosas más.
Ella tomó la carta y la leyó las lágrimas salieron sin control de sus ojos.
JOSEPH ROGERS, SU ESPOSO ESTABA MUERTO
Durante el funeral estuvo inconsolable, Joseph le había prometido que regresaría a salvo, verían crecer a sus bebés juntos y tendrías muchos hijos. Ahora estaba ella sola y tenía miedo de lo que haría de ahora en adelante, no sabía si podría con todo lo que estaba por pasar.
Julio 1918
El dolor era peor de lo que esperaba y le habían contado, extrañaba a su esposo pero ahora en ese momento deseaba que estuviera a su lado, sentía que se moría, pero sabía que no lo podía hacer sino quien cuidaría de esos bebés.
—Salo un poco más Sarah ya puedo ver la cabeza, puja de nuevo—le ordenó la comadrona.
Ella lo hizo y de pronto escuchó un llanto.
—Es un varoncito—alguien le dijo.
Ella sonrió un poco pero el dolor volvió a su cuerpo, el bebé ya había salido, pero faltaba el otro, se sentía como si el tiempo se hubiera congelado, casi estaba segura que ya habían salido los dos.
—Falta el otro.
— ¿Qué?—preguntó casi sin aliento.
Sentía que se moría, el cansancio era demasiado, la voz de la comadrona la había devuelto a la realidad.
Los siguientes 20 minutos le parecieron eternos y cada vez sentía que tenía menos fuerza
—Es una preciosa niña—escuchó de pronto.
—Quiero verlos—pidió.
Nueva York, 2012
Grace estaba buscando en unos cajones una libreta, necesitaba hacer una lista con las cosas que compraría del supermercado, le encantaba ir de compras, aunque a veces sentía que avergonzaba a Steve.
Vio un folder que le llamó la atención y lo sacó, lo abrió, era una ficha de S.H.I.E.L.D.
—Sigue viva—preguntó incrédula.
Siguió leyendo, se sentía molesta, a final de cuentas ella había logrado sus objetivos, aunque de alguna manera se alegraba que Steve no se hubiese visto involucrado, habría salido herido y no quería que él tuviera el corazón roto.
—Al final si se casó con él, lo sabía.
Estaba segura que debió haber hecho algo como para que siguiera con viva después de tanto tiempo, ni siquiera había tocado el tema con Steve, parecía como si de alguna manera tácita estuviera prohibido para ellos.
—Hierba mala nunca muere—murmuró mientras seguía leyendo el expediente.
— ¿Dijiste algo?—preguntó Steve.
Grace se sobresaltó, no se había dado cuenta que su mellizo había regresado. Steve vio los papeles en la mano de ella.
—La he ido a visitar dos veces.
—Que bien. Debió alegrase de verte.
Ella no encontraba las palabras exactas, ni siquiera le había contado lo que había pasado después de que él cayera en el hielo, ella prácticamente había tratado de destruirle la vida, no sabía cuánto tiempo más soportaría estar sin decirle nada de lo ocurrido.
—Sí, bueno al principio parecía incrédula, pero luego platicamos y ha tenido una vida feliz—dijo Steve.
— ¿En serio?
—Vamos Grace, ella es buena.
—Si tú lo dices.
No quería tener otra pelea.
— ¿Ya tienes la lista?—preguntó Steve cambiando de tema.
Ella asintió y fueron a comprar las cosas, aunque varias veces Steve tuvo que arrastrar a su hermana para que dejara de curiosear y perder el tiempo cada de que algo le llamaba a ella la atención, cuando regresaron a casa Grace horneó un pastel, el favorito de Steve.
—Extrañaba tanto tus pasteles, ha pasado mucho tiempo desde la última vez que cocinaste uno—comentó Steve.
—El último fue anoche antes de que nos fuéramos al ejército, era un pastel de fresas—recordó Grace.
— ¿Fue difícil?
— ¿Qué?
—Cocinar.
—No aunque ahora ahorras un poco de tiempo, el pay de la vez pasada fue mucho más sencillo que esto.
—Y ¿qué te parece esta época?—preguntó de pronto Steve.
—Debo confesar que demasiadas cosas han cambiado, aunque me alegra que la gente no me reconozca, ventajas de ser invisible.
—Grace…
—Vamos Stevie, los dos sabemos que tú eras el popular después del suero e hiciste muchas cosas por el país tal y como siempre lo habías querido y yo bueno…yo… yo soy buena cocinando pasteles—dijo Grace riendo.
Steve se quedó pensando un rato, Grace tenía razón, en el ejército siempre la relegaron, no era como si realmente la consideraran teniente o una agente, quizás nada más la habían aceptado porque él lo pidió.
—Por cierto Steve, ¿tienes información de lo que pasó con los Comandos? me gustaría leerlo después de la cena, aun no entiendo bien cómo funciona eso del inter…como se llame.
—Internet, pero sí, tengo un poco de información.
Le dio el folder a su gemela, Grace sintió algo extraño en su interior, no podía discernir si eran celos o tristeza, todos habían continuado su vida sin ellos, aunque era obvio que no se iban a detener porque hubieran “desaparecido”, suspiró, por más que intentaba recordar algún detalle o encontrar alguna pista de lo que le había pasado no lograba nada.
Grace estaba en el gimnasio del Triskelion, internamente se debatía entre decirle o no lo ocurrido a Steve.
—Teniente—saludó Brock.
—Grace, sólo dime Grace, lo de teniente fue una mentira no hice nada con ese puesto, eran puras mentiras de la época—pidió.
Brock la vio sin entender, pero no importaba, tenía algo más pensado.
—Claro, me preguntaba si viernes en la tarde querías ir a una cafetería que encontré—dijo Brock.
Grace dejó de golpear el saco y volteó a verlo.
— ¿Es una cita?—preguntó.
Las cosas eran aún confusas para ella, no quería malinterpretar nada ni cometer algún tipo de error sin contar que nunca le había agradado realmente tener citas, al menos las únicas que había tenido en el pasado había sido Bucky quien había arreglado todo y siempre habían salido mal, al menos para Grace, pero quería creer que esta vez todo sería diferente.
—Sí, bueno si quieres puedes invitar alguien más—respondió no muy seguro Brock.
Brock se quiso golpear, nunca había sido tímido, no entendía porque actuaba como un idiota, aunque esperaba que ella no invitara a nadie más, no quería que sus planes se arruinarán.
—Si nada más vamos tú y yo y pasas a mi casa por mí, acepto—respondió Grace.
—Solo tú y yo—afirmó Brock
Ella le dio un beso en la mejilla y caminó hacia los vestidores.
— ¡Llega a las seis por mí!
Ella sonrió, Steve le había dicho que el viernes tenía una entrevista y regresaría después de las diez de la noche, así que no tendría que dar ninguna explicación, ya que pensaba regresar antes que él, sin contar que sabía que no se llevaba del todo bien con Brock.
Fue a la oficina de Natasha y se asomó.
—Nat, necesito tu ayuda—pidió.
— ¿Qué pasa?
—Tengo una cita, pero no sé cuál es el protocolo, no quisiera cometer algún error.
— ¿Con quién?—preguntó Nat interesada
—Brock.
— ¡Con Rumlow!—exclamó sorprendía.
—Cállate, no quiero que Steve sepa—dijo tapándole la boca.
—Estoy impresionada, ¿por qué no quieres que Steve se entere?
—Es una larga historia.
—Bueno puedo ayudarte a elegir la ropa y arreglarte—se ofreció Nat.
—Suena bien, gracias.
Grace no podía negar que estaba nerviosa, las únicas citas que había tenido en el pasado habían sido organizadas por Bucky y siempre eran un fracaso…al menos para ella y Steve. También sería algo nuevo tener una sin su hermano y sin Bucky, esperaba no arruinar el momento, pero sobretodo que Steve no se enterara.
Brooklyn, 1931
Grace estaba afuera de su escuela esperando a que su mellizo y Bucky llegaran por ella, odiaba ir a escuelas separadas, ella iba a una diferente de a que iban Steve y Bucky, más que nada porque no tenía ninguna amiga en ese lugar, estaba celosa de que Steve al menos tenía a su amigo en clases, pero ella siempre estaba sola en la escuela. Daría lo que fuera para que los tres estuvieran en la misma escuela.
Solía ignorar lo que las otras niñas decían de ella, siempre buscaban provocarla y burlarse de ella, trataba de no meterse en problemas para que su madre no tuviera que faltar al trabajo por su culpa.
—Ella es muy fea—escuchó de pronto.
Siguió ignorando las palabras, se mordió el labio inferior, empezó a rogar para que los chicos no se tardaran más.
—Usa ropa barata.
—He escuchado que su padre los dejó para irse con otra mujer.
—No, yo escuché que su madre se acuesta con otros hombres y por eso el padre se fue, ahora lo hace para mantenerlos.
Grace estaba llegando a su límite, si bien no tenía una familia igual a la de ellas era feliz con lo que tenía, ella sabía que su madre era enfermera y no lo que las niñas decían.
También sabía que todas ellas esperaban a que las profesoras ya se hubieran ido a sus casas para no tener problemas, aunque no creían que le creyeran realmente a Grace.
—Y su hermano es insoportable parece necesitado de amor—dijo otra.
—Es repugnante—apoyó una de las chicas.
Grace entornó los ojos, ya había llegado a su límite, no toleraría más.
— ¿Que dijiste de mi hermano?—preguntó volteando y acercándose al grupo.
Podría soportar que hablaran mal de ella, pero no de su mamá ni de Steve, todos trataban mal a Steve sin siquiera conocerlo realmente.
—Lo que escuchaste tonta—respondió la niña con malicia.
Grace se abalanzó sobre la chica, le iba a dar su merecido para que no se volviera a meter con su familia. Las otras empezaron a gritar asustadas.
—No vuelvas hablar mal de mi familia—dijo Grace mientras le jalaba el moño que traía en el cabello a la niña.
Steve y Bucky llegaron en ese momento.
— ¿Es Grace?—preguntó Bucky tratando de analizar lo que estaba pasando.
De inmediato Steve corrió hacia las chicas y trató de agarrar a su melliza
—Grace, cálmate—pidió sin obtener éxito.
Bucky alcanzó a agarrar a Grace y separó de la chica
—Salvaje—balbuceó la chica.
— ¿Estás bien?, disculpa mi hermana—dijo Steve y le tendió la mano para ayudarla
—Aléjate de mí—chilló la niña y se levantó.
—Será mejor que nos vayamos—le susurró Bucky a Steve sin soltar a Grace.
— ¿Qué fue lo que pasó?—pregunto Steve camino a casa.
—Le di una buena lección, ella se lo buscó.
—Grace, deberías comportarte como una dama, a veces creo que te metes en muchos problemas—la regaño Steve.
—Cállate, a ti te va peor—contraatacó Grace.
—Tú siempre terminas como una damisela en apuro…
— No soy una damisela en apuros. Soy una damisela haciendo daño.
—No sabía que sabias como pelear—comentó Bucky.
—Aprendí ustedes—respondió orgullosa.
— ¿Pero qué te hicieron?, no puedes ir pegándole a las chicas nada más porque si—continuó regañando Steve.
—Ella dijo cosas horribles de nuestra familia, de mí, de mamá, de ti, ella empezó.
—Tu moño y una parte de tu vestido rotos—observó Bucky.
— ¿Qué?
Grace se quitó el moño y revisó su vestido, determinó que era algo que se podía arreglar fácilmente en la casa.
—Lo arreglaré antes de que mamá llegue a casa.
Solo esperaba que al día siguiente no fuese a tener problemas en la escuela por culpa de la niña.
