Attention all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, this is Steve Rogers. You’re heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it’s time to tell the truth. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what we thought it was. It’s been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The S.T.R.I.K.E. and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don’t know how many more, but I know they’re in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute control. They shot Nick Fury. And it won’t end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I’m asking a lot. But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.
Bucky knew there was something different about Steve from the first moment he met him. The way the little punk would jut out that chin of his and raise those bony fist even when faced with three other boys each at least twice his size.
Admittedly, at first Bucky thought he was just an idiot. If he’d just back down and walk away, ignore what those block heads were saying, he wouldn’t have a problem. Or at least he wouldn’t have to explain that black eye to his ma.
But then he saw past that, he saw the determination in his eyes, the defiance in his stance. This kid knew the odds were stacked agents him and he took them straight on.
And there Bucky was met with a choice, either keep walking and hope the best for the him, or step in beside him and give him a hand.
To say the least, Mrs. Barnes was not happy to see her boy come home with a black eye, but Bucky couldn’t stop grinning.
From then on they would meet up after school to play and hang out. The got along great and liked alot of the same comics and radio shows. They both liked to draw, though Steve was allot better at it, both loved the same cartoons and movies, and agreed that baseball was the greatest game ever known to man.
So yeah, Bucky was real glad he met Steve, even if he always wore that dumb messenger boy hat.
Steve never told him which school he wet too. Steve wouldn’t accept Buckys offers to come over to his house. Hell, he wouldn’t even tell Bucky his last name.
This made Bucky worry. He didn’t think Steve was an orphan as, while Bucky never met his ma, Steve talked about her often enough that it felt natural, even brought a tin of cookies she’d made to share with Bucky one afternoon. But all the same Steve seemed dead set on separating Bucky from his personal life despite clearly enjoying being friends with him. It just made no sense!
And then one morning, his sister forgot her lunch at the breakfast table so his mother asked him to drop it off in her classroom for her before heading to his. School hadn’t started yet as kids were still coming in and it looked like his sister hasn’t arrived yet either, likely still talking with here friends somewher. So Bucky walked over to the girl in the seat next to the one he knew was his sisters and tapped on her shoulder, planning on asking if she could give the lunch to his sister for him.
The girl, who wore a plain blue dress and had her long blond hair braided up in a pair of simple pigtails, looked up at him from the note book she’d been drawing in and froze, her blue eyes widening at him.
Bucky’s question died at his lips as he stared at the girl who started right back at him, refusing to break eye contact as she squared her jaw defiantly at him.