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@winterstruth
This is an independent, very selective, canon divergent Clara Barnes, oc daughter of James "Bucky" Barnes and Natasha Romanoff from the Marvel Comics. With MCU, 616 and other verses.
Will only write with mutuals who are 21+, loved by Shayne 25+, she/her, time zone Australia
This blog is affiliated with: TBA
CARRD Please note that the BIO is still under contstruction, please DM me with any questions or concerns you may have!
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Canon divergent, independent and selective MARY ROGERS, of the Marvel comics, oc daughter of Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers.
Mix of 616 and mcu/xmcu
promo credit X
"No more braids, huh? You're all real ballerinas now." Opening Clara's bag, Natasha got to work gathering Clara's hair before twisting it into a perfect ballerina bun.
"You'll be a prima ballerina before we know it."
Clara does her best to sit perfectly still, so that her bun will be suitable for class today. Though she cannot help but frown as her mother, mentions something called a prima ballerina. "Umm, mama, what's a prima?"
SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES in CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011)
"All right, let's try Peds first." He stood up, taking Clara by the hand and leading her back to the elevator. They walked inside and he pressed the button that took them to Pediatrics. "What's your mom's name?"
Clara lets out a small sigh of relief as the doctor takes her hand, glad that he is at least able to take her to one of the wards she will recognise. Maybe the nurses there could help her if Nat wasn't there.
"Thank you." She smiles slightly. "My mama's name is Natasha. She's a nurse." The young redhead explains as they reach the elevator.
Then she quickly realises that she still hasn't told him her name. "I'm Clara," She adds softly, "like the ballet."
"Okay, that helps us out. What floor does she work on?" he asked, trying to keep Clara calm and focused before he risked her darting away and getting hurt. "I'm Dr. Kozlov." He introduced, hoping that would help her, having noticed her saying something in Russian.
Kozlov. She recognised the name as Russian, which calmed her down a little, for it meant she might be able to speak her native tongue. Deciding to take the risk, Clara hesitates for a moment before answering.
"Umm, I don't know." She frowns, trying to hide just how anxious she is.
"She is either working on a ward called Paeds or ED. My friend's mama dropped me off at the main entrance and forgot to tell me which ward she is working on today. Normally she would walk me to her, but today she said she was 'busy' and left me. I was going to try Paeds first, but I got on the wrong lift."
@troubledmedic continuing from here X
Clara's blue eyes widen with panic, and she takes a small step back. She didn't know what the maternity ward was, all she knew was that she was one hundred percent on the wrong ward, which meant she was lost. "Niet!" She whispers harshly to herself in Russian, annoyed with herself for getting lost.
Then she remembers that the doctor had asked her a question. "I'm looking for my mama. She works here, but not on this ward."
Tasha and Her arrow necklace <3
"You look so much like her." (From Aleksandra)
“Thank you?” Clara says uncertainty, unsure who the older girl is referring to exactly or whether the comment is meant to be a compliment.
She then studies the girl carefully, trying to see if she can place her or recognise her, but comes up blank.
“And you are?” She asks cautiously.
@marvelousmysteries
This diy project has truly brought me so much joy! I had a vision and now I have a work bench I made with my own bare hands! Magnificent stuff. Highly recommend #building things
I never even realized how lost I was without her; but I always was. Just some lost soldier who forgot he ever had a home… until she gave me one.
“Mama, can you please do my hair for ballet?” @winterstruth
Natasha had been so lost in her work she hadn't heard Clara come in at first, until that sweet little voice called out her new name 'Mama'.
Glancing up from her paperwork she saw her daughter in her dance uniform, complete with the sweet little pink skirt, Bucky had bought for her.
The decision to put Clara into ballet had been hard for Nat, since ballet was tied to the Red Room so closely, but after talking to Bucky it was decided that ballet would be a good outlet for Clara.
"Of course, Baby, do you want braids or a bun?"
Clara stood waiting patiently for her mother to answer, excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. She always looked forward to her classes each week, for not only because she loved the sport but because it meant spending time with her friends whilst they learnt, something new together.
Though she still loved it most when she and Natasha danced together. When Natasha finally agreed to do her hair, Clara’s face lit up with a bright smile, with relief and happiness shining through. Even though she could do her own hair now, she still preferred when the older redhead did it.
Clara quickly handed over her hair bag, which contained everything Natasha needed to style it, before sitting down on the coffee table. She pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, waiting patiently.
"Bun please. Miss Dasha said, that braids are not allowed to be worn in class, anymore."
Tallahassee Memorial Healthcare
-July 2018-
Disappearing:
Clara has known how to disappear for as long as she can remember. If danger ever found her, if she needed to run, to hide, to survive, she knew exactly what to do. She had been taught since the age of four.
Not because she wanted to learn, but because her parents made sure she did.
Natasha and James have never taken chances when it came to their daughter. They taught her how to stay quiet, how to blend into shadows, how to vanish without a trace, to hide from cameras, change her identity/appearance, anything to ensure she could stay safe long enough for them to find her or for help to arrive.
You would never be able to find her, no matter how hard you tried. The only ones who are ever capable of doing so, are her parents.
