The Beginning-Re-upload

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any normal night; my parents and I were playing hide-and-go seek. And normally I would hide under their bed or in two or three other places. I was hiding my shickers, when I heard a crash, and my father screaming 'Alex! Find

Mandy, and run like hell! It's him!' I froze, I didn't know what he was talking about, I had heard my mother run the stairs to try to find me, I heard the door slam, and I heard her pray until the door had smashed opened... I couldn't

see much of anything. But from what I saw, he was a big man, tall and muscled, his hair was long and blonde, he looked like a wild animal, and I saw my mother get into a fighting stance. I had never seen that, I was laying on my

stomach watching the whole thing. I never knew that my parents were fighters, maybe I didn't know them as well as I thought that I did...'' Placing her head in the crook of Bucky's neck while continuing.

"I had continued to watch from the distance that was no more than three or four feet away, I had watched in awe when my mother had screamed him through the busted door, from that moment, I knew that I would be exactly

like her. I bit my lip and watched, for a man that big, he was fast, very fast. He had punched my mother and she fell on the floor hard; her blue eyes met mine, she knew that I would be witnessing this, if she didn't fight. And she would fight,

she threw the first punch and he had blocked it and hit her so hard that she fell. As we both made eye contact, we both knew what was going to happen, and she knew that I was going to witness it and would never forget it. He grabbed her by

her hair and threw her against the wall and on the bed; I was whimpering quietly. He had jumped on the bed on top of her, I heard things that I had thought that I would never hear, I was scared, a child--- four-years-old--- hiding under the bed

wondering what was that man going to do to my mother.'' Straining not to cry she had continued, if not reluctantly, she had felt Bucky's hands on her arms gently encouraging her to continue "I heard her clothes being ripped off, I heard her muffled

screams, I heard her struggling. I heard it all. When it was done, I had thought that he was going to leave, but he didn't. He had growled, and told her that he would find the brat...'' Feeling Bucky's chin on her shoulder, as her hand had reached up and

cupped his face. Amanda was never so talkitive about herself.

"His hand had then reached through her and the mattress, and cut me, I somehow knew to keep quiet, my stomach was cut. I still have the scars,'' Bucky had stilled, did he notice? Feeling him turn her around gently and slowly unbutton the shirt

to reveal, faint scars. Bucky had angled her body up a little bit he saw the scars along her stomach, and a couple on her hip, touching one of them, it had looked like a wild animal had gotten ahold of her. Again, he touched another one, this one was near the

lower part of her navel "Beautiful,'' He had said while leaning forward and pecking her lips and cheek, while his hands and fingers were tracing her scars softly, after carefully laying her down on the bed and holding her to his chest... He wanted no space

between them; he knew that he would have to take her back. But he didn't want to, Amanda had looked at his metal arm and she didn't want to ask, she was touching it. Bucky froze, what he say? She would know if he was going to gloss over everything, and

from what he could remember; it wasn't good. With a sigh "I was wounded serving this country, from what I remember, I was captured by the enemy and brainwashed to kill. I don't really remember much of anything of my past.'' Amanda had reached her hand

up and stroked his face. Her heart was sinking for him, he was a victim in this as well, she saw into his mind without even trying; she saw the experiments the things that he was forced to do: killing innocent people. And there were times that he didn't trust his

own mind.

With his face still in her hands, Amanda had leaned forward and kissed Bucky's forehead, as her hair was becoming a curtain for them both, he was actually starting to smile! And she was the cause, he felt, dare he tell her that he was the soulless demon

by the name of the Winter Solider? How would someone so sweet and innocent even wrap their head around that bit of information? As Amanda had finally settled herself back on the bed and in Bucky's arms, her head had settled its way on his abdomen, he had

guided her back up to his shoulder. This was peace that was seeping into him, and she had no idea that she was the cause for his peace.... As he dozed off a little bit, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that they were being watched...

****Far off somewhere*****

Loki stood facing a full-length mirror "Show me the one that I desire, show me the one that can bare me a child of normal blood...'' Images flash, as his hand was lifting up to his chest, with his index finger barely touching the cool glass of the mirror, there

was a beautiful woman with golden eyes and blonde hair. And a mortal man talking to her and holding her as if he had a right to her! Not acceptable! No way in hell! She was born to be his! He had never seen such beauty, even for a mortal! The mortal man had put her

in a t-shirt, Loki had pressumed that it was his. Again *so* not acceptable! Summoning the guardian of the mirror, named Moroh "Who is she?'' The old female voice had answered her master's question "The mortal girl is something called a Sonic Mutant and the mortal

man is her other half...'' *True love* is overrated! She will forget about the fop and be with him... and be his queen...

(End of Chapter 3 in The Begining Re-upload... Please read and review!!!! I wonder, what should happen next?)